один. new girl
" alianovna. valentizina alianovna "

VALENTIZINA DIDN'T NEED to be accepted. Not socially in the BAU at least. Her mind was aware of the way she was going to be treated. As if she was an alien in the midst of humans. An outsider. A weakling. She was, looking at it, going to be a piece of litter being kicked around until someone finally decides to pick it up and do something better with it. But it was nothing she wasn't used to. She was trained in these situations. Valentizina had almost too much experience with being kicked around. Because this wasn't about acceptance for her. This was about remembrance. She just needed to be remembered.

The echoing of a pair of heels against the wooden flooring sounded out through the heart of the BAU, a redhead quick on her feet. Her strawberry-blonde curls bounced gracefully with every fast step she took, her eyes flickering from the people who stared at her back ahead of her. No one expected a new arrival at the BAU, but no one complained about the unknown eye candy. They couldn't tear their eyes away. Yet she was not at all bothered, being focused on her own situations, which was finding Aaron Hotchner.

Hugging the multiple files to her chest, she kept her nose in the air, a confident demeanour enchanting everyone. Her body quickly slipped past a corner, walking up the stairs, throwing multiple looks at people who stared too long walking past her. But her evergreen eyes returned back ahead of her, finding the meeting room almost immediately. The tapping of her heels renewed once more, growing louder to the people sat around the table in the meeting room.

But the sound grew to a halt as she stopped in front of the open doorway, eyes meeting with Hotchner almost immediately. Her hand gripped the files, dropping down beside her instead of against her chest, tilting her head slightly. She watched the man who still hadn't noticed her presence, observing how everyone seemed to be looking her way apart from him.

"Alianovna," Valentizina stated. Aaron's head flew to the redhead, eyes finally meeting as she finished her sentence, "Valentizina Alianovna."

Aaron's eyes scanned over the appearance of the young woman who startled him, being rather surprised. She was younger than they made her seem. A wise, courageous woman with great wisdom and strong knowledge, he remembered the academy telling him. He wasn't expecting a 23 year old to be standing at the door. Her prominent jaw was revealed as she raised her head a little further up, holding her look of confidence. The girl had magnificent, almond-shaped eyes that shade of a forest green and full, pink pouty lips with high, perfect cheekbones. Yet it was her strawberry blonde locks that made her stand out from everyone he had met in the BAU.

Aaron had only hoped she was going to be as good of an addition as the smug look on her face told him.

"Pleasure to meet you," Aaron finally spoke up, rising up from his seat in a formal and quick manner.

"Pleasure's all mine, sir. I'm going to need your impression," Valentine's soft, raspy voice spoke calmly. Opening one of the files, Aaron furrowed his brows at the girl approaching him, and so did the brows of many others among the room.

"Impression? I'm not sure I can do that yet. We've only just-"

"Not that type of impression sir," Valentine negated. Her fingers reached into the pocket of her jet-black suit-trousers and pulled out a stamp-like pen. Using her thumb, she popped off the top, rotating the file to face him and edging the ink closer to him.

Thumbprint Of Supervisory

Hotch pressed his thumb against the ink before leaving an impression of his thumbprint on the page under the headline. Valentine bit back her tongue to not comment on anything and instead simply slid the pen back in her pocket, closing the file. Her eyes flew back up at the man, lips already parting to speak once more.

"Our meeting had began five minutes ago, yet you seem busy with another one. I can come back later if you wish?"

Her question lead him to shake his head, signalling with his hand towards the door she had just came in through, replying to her question, "I'm sorry, follow me to my office and we can talk over everything now."

Valentine stepped to the side, allowing Hotch to lead the way. Yet before she set off, she subtly let out a sigh. Spinning around on her heel, she was quick to catch up with her large steps. The tapping of her heels once more filled the silence of the room, leaving them all dazed with confusion over what had just happened. None had ever saw Hotch so disorganised - because the truth was, he wasn't. Hotch still had ten minutes till their meeting, but Valentine had enjoyed her little trick and quite frankly, she wasn't going to spent ten minutes waiting outside his office.

Carefully walking down the stairs once more, her grass-green eyes peered over the heart of the BAU once more. She looked over the desks covered with piles of files and cases, the coffee stains all making an appearance, along with scattered cups all over being held by stressed agents. It was quite the site, seeing so many busy people in distress. Yet with a shrug of the brows, her head turned back towards Hotch, following him as they walked in and out of several desks to get to a door.

"You should get rather familiar with your surroundings fast. It's easy to remember. Just be careful of the coffee cups. They're everywhere," Hotch warned sarcastically.

"Hard not to miss."

His hand reached towards the round doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open. As the door swung open, it revealed a a medium-sized office. The scent of coffee and old books immediately hit her nostrils, much to her dismay, but she also didn't express her disliking towards the mixture of smells. Valentizina legs finally stepped into the room, head slowly moving, eyes following every object while slowly closing the door. The bookshelves were stacked with different types of liturgy, some that she knew and some that she didn't. The shelves held several candles and decorations, yet it had boxes of cases one after another. They files poked out the top of the boxes that seemed to be scattered all over every bookshelf. Yet other than that, the room was rather tidy.

The organisation of everything was rather satisfying to Valentine, bringing joy to her eyes. But focusing quickly on why she was in his office in the first place, Valentine stepped towards the chair opposite his, a desk in between and took a seat like him. Her hand that gripped the file stretched across the desk, Aaron collecting it from her and immediately flipping it open, being met with several pieces of information, all that he had saw before. His eyes had fell upon her name and nationality, raising his brow.

"Valentizina Nadia Alianovna. It says here you speak 12 languages fluently, including your national language. Russian. You're also part British, you're the first in the BAU to be both of those."

His eyes flew further down, reading the background check.

"Says here that growing up, you studied at a private, prestigious school in Russia. How do you even pronounce that?"

"Neuyazvimyy," she answered for him, crossing her legs and leaning back, "It means Unbreakable in Russian, if you wanted to know."

"Says here your qualifications. Highly trained in Judo, Karate, Aikido, savage, boxing and multiple styles of Kung-Fu. Expert acrobat, olympic-level gymnast, athlete and aerialist. Expert marksmanship in sharpshooting and knife-throwing. Master interrogator and tactician. Mastered skills of espionage, infiltration, disguise and demolition. How old are you again?"

"Twenty-three."

Aaron started blankly between the file and Valentizina. His eyes flickered up from the writing, to her and back to the writing for a few seconds. How was this even possible? Where did she find the time to learn all this? Yet the question that he didn't ask aloud was answered by Valentizina.

"I travelled a lot and learnt different skills everywhere I went before I had decided to become an FBI agent. My training was easy and I passed rather quickly. It only took me 14 weeks to graduate while it takes everyone else 18 weeks."

"Twenty-three... Agent, don't take this the wrong way, but you seem a little too good to be true."

A silence fell between the two, but Hotch carried on talking.

"But, I'm willing to take a risk in believing."

"Thank you, sir."

"Your desk will be located between Dr Spencer Reid and SSA Derek Morgan," his hand gripped the handle of the drawer, pulling it towards him, revealing a package for Valentizina. He picked it up, gently placing it in front of her, "Here's your badge and name-plate inside. If you have any questions, you can speak to me any time. I wish you luck."

Out-stretching his hand towards her, she gripped it tightly and shook it. The firm, strong grip that she held him with surely shocked him a little, yet it said a lot about her character. Resilient, hard-working and strong. Valentizina's eyes flickered to the box, letting go of his hand and picking it up. As she cradled it in her hand, the redheaded agent stood up. She turned away from the man, beginning to walk out of the office quietly, in order to find her brand new desk.

As she stepped out of his office, she was hit with a wave of certainty. Like she belonged here. Like her life raised and brought her up to this unexpected moment. That maybe things could be fixed now. And the girl certainly hoped it wasn't too late to change things. That maybe she could start a new life of her own. Her 5" heels began their usual, rhythmic snapping against the ground, alarming people of her presence. It seemed that people just couldn't get enough of looking at her, which she was learning to ignore by now.

Valentizina strutted through the desks slowly, eyes looking for a certain two names on the name plates. Like some sort of princess, her beauty captured the attention of everyone - yet it captured Derek Morgan whose desk-plate she had found. Her doe-eyes had finally looked up, her tongue running across her teeth as she made her way towards him. The dark-skinned man raised his left brow, tilting his head with an amused smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth at the appearance of the girl he had never seen before. He had noticed her shirt being tight around the bust, not button fully in a rather seductive manner - she wanted to be remembered, that's what he gathered.

Yet her eyes looked away from Derek Morgan, instead falling upon the ever so empty desk. It was clean of files, and free of coffee-stains. The pristine, wooden desk beamed brightly in cleanness, ready for Valentine to use it. Placing down the box, her head turned back to Derek who was still looking in a sense of question at the strawberry-blonde.

"You must be Derek Morgan," Valentine finally spoke out, revealing a thick British accent that took him by surprise. A wave of interest rolled over him, looking down at the hand she was offering out to him, "I'm Valentizina Alianovna. But Valentine will work."

Clasping her hand, he shook it, nodding his head slowly. Yet before he could say anything, an awkward little cough from behind her made the two let go, her head turning around to look at who it was. And she thought that she was the only eye candy in the room...

A man, around her age, stood with multiple case files in his hands. His hair was short and messy, his jaw strikingly sharp - sharper than any blade she'd ever handled. His cheekbones were chiselled, probably by the God's themselves. And it also made sense to Valentine as to why Derek's next words were...

"Pretty boy, meet the new girl. Valentizina Alianovna."

Turning her whole body around, she revealed herself entirely to the boy whose eyes had accidentally ran up and down her. He certainly didn't mean to, yet it was hard not to. As his eyes locked with her enchanting, evergreen eyes, he sweared that his heart almost stopped. It was as if she had sucked his whole life from him, trapping him under her spell, melting him right there on the spot.

"Hi," she softly greeted. Yet judging by his fumbling hands, she knew he wasn't much of a shaker, leaving her to simply clasp her hands together in front of her, awaiting for some sort of response.

"Hey. I'm Spencer Reid."

"Pleasure to meet you."

"All mine."

His quick words that he was spitting out with small smiles left Derek to stifle his laughter and for Valentizina, she noticed the effect she left on him. Yet she spoke none of it, instead turning back to the box on her desk. Her hands reached out for the two flaps at the top, bending them to the side to reveal the contents of the box. Her hand reached in, pulling out her official FBI badge and name plate.

"Hotch asked you if you could make two coffee's," Spencer blurted out to Valentine whose head turned to him, nodding before looking back down, "Morgan, he wants to see us with the rest of the team. Another case on field."

The redhead took out the name plate, placing it on the desk before sliding the badge into the pocket of her trousers. She tossed the box into the bin with perfect aim, swiping her file off the desk. Spencer had been worried about her reaction about the second news he gave Derek, not wanting the new girl to feel excluded. Yet it didn't seem as if she cared that much, watching her place her file inside the drawer. Derek's brows furrowed at Spencer's look of pity that he gave Valentine who wasn't even paying attention to either of them and instead, finally broke him out of his trance.

"Let's go," Morgan nodded, looking at Valentizina who turned around to look between the two, "Good luck, newbie."

She watched the two quickly walk away, but her eyes lingered on Spencer. Tilting her head, Valentine couldn't help but take interest with the quick-speaker. But crossing her arms with a little huff, she finally managed to tear her eyes away from him, instead making her way towards the coffee machine, beginning to be swept under the rug. Yet again, Valentizina wasn't exactly angry. Tucking in a curl behind her air, the scent of coffee grew stronger from the machine-in-use as she neared it.

God she'd hate coffee by the end of her life.

•••

Waltzing into the room with two cups of coffee, she caught the BAU team off-guard apart from Hotch who was expecting her arrival. The eyes of everyone snapped up towards the unfamiliar redhead - but Derek and Spencer remained rather un-phased like Hotch. JJ opened her mouth to speak, a crease appearing between her brows, yet she didn't quite know what to say to the drop-dead gorgeous woman who was strutting through the room. She looked like some sort of model, with all the right curves being shown off - and they didn't blame her. If they were shaped like her, they wouldn't waste the opportunity to show it off either.

"Sir, wheels up in 25," Valentizina informed him.

"Thank you, agent. Continue, JJ, please."

"Twenty years old," JJ continued, brushing off the mysterious redhead, "Sophomore at Jacksonville University in Florida. Assumed to be the fifth in a series of rapes and murders over the past two years. Some women were abducted in parking lots - others while they were running."

Valentizina made sure to run her eyes of the files on the table that they were holding, reading through them extremely fast. Extremely. And suddenly, being able to read 21,000 words per minute was more handy than ever.

"And when was she reported missing?" Gideon queried. Valentine placed down the coffee cup beside him, earning a quiet thank you before moving towards Aaron.

"Technically she wasn't. Roommate thought she was visiting family. Family thought she was at school."

"Close to her family?"

"Very. She had dinner with them on Sunday. That was 5 days ago, and nobody's seen her until now. She wasn't killed on the tape."

"And given forensics, other victims were tortured for weeks before they were killed, so I think we should operate as if she's still alive," Derek piped back in, sitting up straight and looking around at everyone.

"Not for long, if the bastard gets his way."

"Okay, I don't get it," Aaron admits, "This is the fifth abduction and now the second DVD. Why'd they wait to call us in?"

The small thud of the cup making contact with the table made Aaron nod to Valentizina towards a pile of files he wanted her to take with her. Breathing in, the redhead walked towards the other end of the table by JJ.

"The last victim's family received this DVD two months ago. Jacksonville P.D. thought maybe they'd get some more clues - instead of just raise more questions."

Jennifer put on another video, making everyone but Valentine react. The redhead slowly paused in taking the files, hugging them up to her chest, eyes plastered onto the video.

The tape had shown almost the same event as the tape before. Rape and abuse towards a woman. The only difference was that the woman was different. Valentizina looked around at everyone's disturbed faces, taking the hint that they probably don't want to watch it. So she slammed the mute button on the video, making everyone slightly jump at her aggressive action.

Their heads immediately turned towards the redhead who looked calm as she looked at Aaron, explaining.

"There seems to be a natural escalation to the murders. It began as brutal attacks against the victims, and now it's psychological attacks to the families. So if the thrill of the kill isn't enough to satisfy his sadistic needs, he needs to spread panic, and he thrives on that. Sadistic killers are typically strangers to their victims. It's easier for the offender to torture and kill someone that they don't know. Offenders. Man on the tape isn't doing this just for himself. He's playing to an audience, not her family. Someone watching who can appreciate what he's doing, admire his sadistic skills. It is a characteristic of partners to record their crimes so they can relive the fantasy later," Valentine finally spoke up, stating facts.

Well then damn.

They looked at her, stunned by her sudden participation. They weren't expecting Valentizina to speak up, certainly not with that much confidence in what she was saying. Typically, they would expect someone new at the BAU to be a little shy, afraid to speak up. They simply guessed this wasn't the case with the newbie.

Derek furrowed his brows, questioning her mentality.

"How do you even know that?"

"I do my research."

"But how can we be sure?"

"Right there," Spencer points at the footage that seemed to go through a shaking sensation before returning to the still angle it was at later, "The camera moves. One guy tortures while the other records it."

"Master and servant," Valentizina stated.

"Thank you, Alianovna. You're free to leave," Hotch smiled politely, looking back down at the file. Nodding at the man, Valentizina picked up her last file before speaking one last time. She knew that Hotch didn't believe her file - that it was too good to be true. And in all honesty, if Valentizina read her own file, if she was him, she wouldn't believe it either.

"Si vos postulo me, ego ibo ad mensam."
If you need me, I'll be at my desk
[ LATIN ]

Picking up the last file, Valentizina turned around, quickly strutting towards the door of the room. But it was Gideon to smiled at the redhead, nodding his head slowly to himself before speaking out.

"Alianovna."

Click.

Valentizina paused in the doorway, turning her head behind her shoulder to look at Gideon.

"Would you like to join us?"

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Spencer's haircut during this story is his short hair :)