Thorough Tour - [Forensics Team]

[Kara Barnhill]

It had been an exciting day for Kara. Today had not been a day to simply sit in class and listen to lectures--even though she rather enjoyed doing such things. Today had been the day where they had taken the handful of soon-to-be graduating students and let them sign up for tours. They were not allowing too many people to get their name on the list, though Kara had been lucky enough to find her own place.

There were a few options for her to check out, and a name had to be signed to each department if a tour was desired. Of course, the longest of the lists was the BAU; a prized location for all aspiring profilers, like herself. For a moment her face had twisted into a frown. As much as the petite woman wished to tour the facility, she did not wish to do so with such a large crowd, or indeed with a few of the "men" that had already put their names down.

Sometimes, being a woman had its drawbacks. Like when all the other students saw was a nice pair of dancer's legs and a fit physique from her training. Determined not to willingly subject herself to such things, she found another tour being offered.

No names were currently under it when she saw it. "Forensics Department and Crime Lab". For a moment the curly-haired young lady had thought on it. She was aspiring to be a profiler, but to not be familiar with all aspects of the force seemed wrong. So, she signed her name and handed the sheet back to the nice woman behind the counter.

"Miss Barnhill, please take a temporary ID badge. You will be heading right down the hall and to the right, one of the department will meet you there for the tour." A beep sounded as the printer offered a nice little badge with her name "Kara Barnhill" printed clearly upon the front. She offered it to the student, who took it with an eager and pleasant smile.

"Thank you very much," her voice rang clear as she took of at an elegant stride to find the room she was in search of. As she got further and further back, everything became quiet and secluded. It was almost a bit uneasy for Kara, for she was one to enjoy a pleasant conversation and good company, though everyone she was passing seemed to be a bit lacking in both areas.

It was probably a busy day, she decided and offered passing people a smile anyway, her heels clicking away down the hall. She found herself affront a door, and from the glass windows she could see that it was in fact the lab. Three solitary figures sat, or stood, working on whatever it was they had for the day. One, she instantly recognized.

A female, with dark brown hair and a friendly air. Tori! She thought brightly, stepping into the room a bit shyly. Perhaps she was going to be the tour guide? Or maybe she was unexplainably lost and this was the wrong place altogether.

No matter, it was where she was. She cleared her throat tentatively, "Is this where the tour begins?"

[Toriann Daire]

Toriann shook her head at her two childish male co-workers as they no-doubt began to goof off in their oh so very common tradition. She played along with their jeers and teases and laughed at whatever insensible crap they uttered. Really, it was strange that people as smart as them could act like complete goofballs and monkeys when it came to common sense. The anthropologist smirked, turning back to the autopsy results on her computer.

"If the human heart could pump blood with so much pressure that it can squirt thiry feet... this dude couldn't have been dead for more than a few minutes before the police came..." Tori muttered to herself, wiping her forehead and exhaling a breath she was unaware of holding.

Today, she and the gang were supposed to be giving a few students a tour of their facility, as well as a bit of field work experience. The girl clicked on a web browser and opened up her IM and chat box, checking in for the instant note that the counter girl form downstairs was supposed to give her with the full list of names. Tori sighed, looking at the short, sweet message she had just received. There were a total of only three names that came in.

Tori was glad, an rather enthused, that the group she, Quin and Lance were going to lead was small. And the fact that there were three names meant that each one of the forensics could take care of one and only one pupil. Tori scanned the list of names. Samuel Denison... Lorraine Simmons and... Kara Barnhill?

That very last name struck Tori like a lightning bolt. Kara! Some long time ago when Tori had been on a flight to nowhere, Tori had met this rather friendly dancer slash agent-in-training and had taken a liking to her. Tori smiled as she glanced over the name, a bit more enthusiastic about the tour they were holding now.

As if on cue, a voice came from near the entrance to their cozy lab. Tori almost jumped out of her seat to see the brunette girl by the door, rushing over to greet her. "Hi Kara! I see you've signed up..." Tori grinned excitedly. Kara was a full year older than her, but she was easy to talk to. "You sure you didn't go for the wrong course?" Her voice had a tint of a tease and a joke at the same time as she gestured for Quin and Lance to come over.

OOC;; I put in two other names there just so it would seem like more than just a coincidence that there were three students. And then Tori could suspect something but the opinions would all turn out to be wrong. Just for a bit more fun.

[Lance Dominic]

Lance came in for the job a rather lot earlier than expected; or at least, expected for someone that was constantly late like him. Everyone he worked or works with knew what a procrastinator this rather shy linguist always seemed to be. He got used to it, though. After all, he took pride in his tardiness. It made him unique. Back to the point, he punched in his arrival only twenty minutes late.

When he entered, he saw that Quin and Tori were already there, as always. He plopped his black knapsack onto his leather chair and sat down, greeting his team members by their names accordingly. He glanced at the calendar on his table, his eyes widening. "Whoa it's today!" he cried, immediately panicking. He shot up from his seat and pointed a childishly accusing index finger at the date on the calendar. "Why'd you arrive so early?"

Of course, the foolish thing Lance was overreacting about was the graduates' tour. Forensic Science had been informed that they would be giving a tour to a bunch of criminology graduation students. He and his team had planned a whole bunch of activities, but Lance had quite forgotten that it would be today.

"I haven't practiced my introduction... if the kids think I'm an idiot then I'm dead!" the linguist cried, punching the air. He turned towards a wall and heard his fingers drumming against the side of his table. He looked back at Quin. Staring intently at the digital technologist, Lance whacked Quin's face, finding it very odd that he was doing so.

"Sorry... I need to calm down," he told Quin, just before whacking him again. "Ok, that one was uncalled for." Lance sucked his breath in as an apology, but then slapped Quin yet again. "Sorry. We cool?" Lance turned around towards his table but then somehow his body decided to turn back towards Quin. He stared at Quin raising his hand and -you guessed it- whacked the poor blond yet again. "That one actually made me feel better."

A voice that came from near the entrance startled Lance, turning around, his hands on the back of his neck. Tori and the girl seemed to have known each other, because Tori gave the girl a rather happy welcome. Lance sucked his breath in and walked over to Kara. "Hi, I'm Dance. I- I mean Lance! Dominic Lance. Wait, no! Lance Dominic." He gave a big, toothy grin as he introduced himself. Already he seemed like an idiot.

[Jacob C. Quinto]

Quin was in on time today, like he usually was anyway. The excitement for today! It was no ordinary one that was for sure. A tour was to be held for the graduates-to-be right there, in Quin's, Lance's and Tori's district. And a tour meant people, and people meant girls! Quin was enthused at this, but he began to doubt it when he walked into their office.

Tori was there already, as usual, and Lance's desk was empty. Tori was deep in another one of their cases, so Quin just dropped his suitcase onto the floor and sat down in his chair, legs propped up on the table. He leaned back, stretching himself and bending his chair to its lowest extent. The blond closed his eyes, desiring a nap.

When he awoke, Lance was there, yelling something in one of his weird languages. Oh wait, that was English. Quin yawned and turned to face Lance's table, only to find the linguist up close and flushed. And Quin got whacked.

Of all ways to say good morning. Still, Lance might've said something while Quin was asleep. Quin was about to retort, but then got another slap. "Whoa, dude you're being-" and he got whacked again. Quin gritted his teeth and glared at the linguist, who looked rather shaken up. Had he forgotten something again?

"You bet that was!" Quin exclaimed, almost retreating away from this disheveled maniac. "Man, I think you're going mental. Maybe you should-" whack! Quin received another one right across his face. "Thanks. A lot." This one pissed Quin off and he managed to slap this crazy guy back, mainly because he told Quin that the last whack made him feel better.

He turned around to see Tori talking to a pretty brunette who she seemed to know. Quin followed Tori's gesture, walking towards the two girls. "Jacob. Quin to everyone who thinks they know me," he stated, smiling at the girl.

[Kara Barnhill]

It seemed to the profiler-in-training that tensions were running a bit high; at least for a two of them. Tori seemed quite fine and well, though, for she approached her with a pleasant smile and bounds of energy. It was refreshing to the young woman who had just entered. It was nice to see that she was well, and also to know that at work, one could still have a personality.

"Hi Kara! I see you've signed up...You sure you didn't go for the wrong course?"

Kara's smile widened, and her eyes sparkled laughingly. "Tori! I am glad to see you are looking well." Indeed the last time she had seen the young Forensic Anthropologist she had been one of the survivors of a very horrific plane crash. Offhandedly, Kara mused that seeing anyone in any condition outside of a plane wreck would make them look well. But, she dismissed such thoughts immediately as she let herself laugh lightly at the second part of her comment.

"Profiling is the right course, I believe. But if the tour goes well enough, I shall certainly consider changing." Kara was one who loved enthusiasm. While she had met a few members of the BAU, one had seemed particularly down on the demands it took to work there. This, truly, not bothered Kara. Demands were set to be met, or so she liked to believe. But it did seem as if he had not been excited to be doing a good thing. Tori certainly did.

Being ever observant, perhaps overly so, the curly-haired young woman had not missed a rather bold show of some sort of stress. One of the men seemed a bit flustered, the other rather angered by some sort of display that must have occurred just moments before she had entered. Already by the way they dressed and kept their desks, she could see that they were quite opposites in personality.

Nonetheless, both had rushed to the door to meet her, though one introduction held a bit more finesse than the other. "Hi, I'm Dance. I- I mean Lance! Dominic Lance. Wait, no! Lance Dominic." Despite his bit of fluster, Kara had already come to the conclusion that Lance was a nice guy, for the smile he offered was impossible not to return. Though part of this could have been because he had fumbled with "Dance" as a name. That was an activity Kara thoroughly enjoyed. "Nice to meet you, Lance. I'm Kara Barnhill."

"Jacob. Quin to everyone who thinks they know me."

She shifted her eyes to the third and final person in the room. This one oozed confidence. He had smiled as well, though it was quite different from any of the others she had been greeted with. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Though, I must ask. Which one would you prefer?" Kara inquired kindly. She certainly did not wish to come off rude and refer to him by Quin, if he had desired to have her call him Jacob. Though, it seemed strange to offer the alternative if he did not wish to give her the option of using it.

Whatever had happened between the two gentlemen of the forensics department seemed to have passed, at least somewhat. Kara was a bit curious, though such was the nature of a profiler and aspiring agent. Still, she knew it was not her place to ask, and she certainly did not wish to give any of them the impression she did not respect her superiors.

Kara was a hard worker, and dedicated. It was hard to anger her, and she always held respect. She doubted that any of the agents here had been trained in profiling, though if they had they certainly would have been able to pick up on at least part of her personality. Still, every person had people-reading skills, and she imagined that those would be enough to draw such a conclusion.

[Greg Wolfe]

Greg had been at court that morning. He was suppose to testify about a technique he used to find the th DNA that connected James Highly to the three rape murders. It had been close to one of his first cases with the crime lab here. The case however had been postponed on account of the prosecution getting the stomach flu. So instead Greg had been dismissed and asked to go back to work. This sadden the young man because he had been looking forward to testifying in his first case. He had put on a very nice black suit and his hair actually had some order. He actually looked really nice, not that he ever looked bad it seemed.

And because no one expected him to be there that day no one had given him to do with the grad students coming in. Actually until he made it back he had forgotten all about it. Seeing the brunette in the glass cubical Greg suddenly remembered. He wondered if Tori would let him do anything, though he doubted it because he had only been there a week or two. He himself was still "in training". As he got closer he smiled. Everyone was already saying hi, even though the girl hadn't been let in the lab. Of course he didn't think that they might be waiting for other in the tour to get there. Smiling at Kara he said, "Hey, I'm Greg." he stuck out his hand for her to shake it. He thought she was drop dead pretty, but also knew that because Quin had seen her first he had dips. And Greg had no wish to get on bad terms with his new teammates. Though he would end up flirting with her anyway.

"I can show you how to get in the lab." He offered already starting the process of cleaning and getting lab coat and all. Like he had predicted her hated having to do all that just to get into the lab, then he would have to do it again to get in the back lab. It was so stupid, he thought, even if it served a good purpose. When he was done he looked to Kara to see if she did the same thing. After all it would be terrible if he let someone in un-sanitized. That would mean having to mark all evidence in the front lab inadmissible. "Ready?" He asked, not even offering his reason's for being there to the team.

[Toriann Daire]

Turning back to Kara from her gesture, enthused that Kara actually thought so about the department. It wasn't a very fun job, and the pay was more than annoying, but the people around were fun to interact with. But then again… Tori's own teammates could not really be labelled as wonderful, considering, well, everything about them.

Tori turned her head and glared at her two idiotic co-workers, making sure of herself not to laugh. Yeah it was hard not to, especially when the two of them acted like that. Lance’s introduction was a little funny though, and Tori had to bite her lips as to keep herself from smiling. But still, she gritted her teeth and tapped them each on the shoulder. "Behave, boys, or I'll get the leash out again."

Tori smiled, looking to her left. She saw Greg, the recently employed newbie, arrive. Wait, was he supposed to come as well? Tori shrugged. The more the merrier, anyway. She welcomed him with an excited smile and a "hi Greg!" She glanced at the way he smiled and stuck out his hand for Kara. Now, Tori was no profiler but hints like that were obvious. Quin and Greg were gonna have a bit of a competition to hold up.

The anthropologist sighed, pushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. The brunette looked at Greg to Quin, than back at Greg again. Please… whatever you do… don't start with you know what. Tori anxiously thought to herself, her eyes setting on both of them.

Tapping her fingers against the wall she was leaning on, Tori pushed herself up and turned towards the door. Pressing the button and stepping in, she passed through a quick spray of antibiotics, since she had already worn everything else. Besides, only the deeper lab needed a whole lot more precautions.

The door opened and Tori stepped to her desk, checking her IMs one more time. Nope, still only three names. But with Greg there, Tori wondered a little. Oh well, might as well set herself side for other things. She looked back up at Quin, Lance and Greg. She smirked, intending to cause just a bit of fun, to herself anyway. "Greg, I need you to be the one to stay with Kara on the trip. Lance you can take the Lorraine girl and Quin go with Samuel." Tori was inwardly satisfied, since she literally knew that was exactly what Quin didn't want.

[Lance Dominic]

Lance managed to keep smiling mainly because Kara hadn't and didn't actually laugh at him or call him an idiot. Not too bad at least. He frowned ever so slightly when Tori threatened them with the leash; she actually did that the last time, and she probably wasn't kidding this time either.

It was really uncomfortable, that other day when she actually forced it around the two of them. And it wasn't very dignity beholding. But, to keep on the positive side, at least they were only in the lab while she did it. But the glass doors... Lance regretted being in this not-tinted glass room.

But Lance couldn't actually stay angry with her, because she was being, well, her. And that was the number one thing Lance liked about her: she never did try to be someone she wasn't. Lance turned away to hide his smile as well as a creeping blush across his already flushed cheeks.

He spun around when he heard footsteps, them being the DNA specialist's, Greg's. Lance preferred not to refer to Greg as 'the newbie'. It seemed wrong to address someone with that honorary. He waved at the guy, smiling. At first he thought that Greg wasn't supposed to be here, but he didn't ask, because it would've sounded rude. Besides, Lance kind of liked the specialist. He wasn't as conceited as Quin, and not as shy as Lance himself was.

Offering Greg and Kara a sincere smile, Lance pointed into the lab where Tori began to step into and walked in himself. He hated the fact that every time the door opened, the spray would automatically activate as well. Good thing it was gas-based, so it wouldn't get anything wet or converse some sort of condensation either. While walking in, he heard Tori give out the instructions. Lance could almost feel Quin's horror. He was rather predictable when it came to things like this. He nodded obediently at Tori, walking up to her and blatantly poking her shoulder.

"And what about you?" he asked casually, half teasing and half concerned if she wanted to have one of the pupils all to herself, laying a hand on her shoulder. His eyes searched hers for any signs of disappointment or unhappiness. But he found none, and had to force it upon himself to convince his mind that she was fine. Besides, if the girl wanted something, she always had the courage to ask. He let his hand slip from her shoulder, aware that he suddenly felt red on the cheeks. Really, this was getting out of hand.

[Jacob C. Quinto]

Quin gave his partner a smirk, wrapping his arm around the linguist’s neck –a bit gently because of Lance’s build– and muffling Lance’s hair with his fist like an older brother would do. His introduction was rather adorable. Quin often pictured a little brother. He just wished that Lance wasn’t so… petite. Well, he wasn’t really that bad, just a little off size.

As Kara inquired about which nickname he would prefer, he lifted his fist off Lance’s hair but still kept half-strangling the poor kid. Well, not kid. They were the same age, actually…

”It depends on what you think you know.” Quin replied, finally letting Lance go. He turned to see Greg approaching, the only other male in his department worth competing with. He wasn’t girl-crazy like your truly, but he had the whole flirtatious thing about him. Quin raised his hand in acknowledgment, beckoning for him to approach.

Getting into the lab, Quin stopped in his tracks at what Tori said. Samuel… wasn’t that a guy? ”Oh, no Tori. You know exactly–” Quin paused, staring at her smug grin. So she had arranged that on purpose. Yeah, Quin was a bit slow when it came to things like this. Flashing his head to turn from Tori, Lance, Greg , Kara and back to that evil thing of a Tori again, Quin gave one of his childish pouts but shrugged, knowing just what his ‘boss’ could do in an quarrel.

[Kara Barnhill]

”It depends on what you think you know.”

Kara held in a burst of laughter. Certainly such a thing was said to correctly display Quin’s confidence. It was surely something that he had no interest in hiding. Kara felt as if he, along with the new-coming, well-dressed male, quite enjoyed women.

And it wasn’t mere profiling instinct.

“Well then, I assume that Quin shall work fine,” Kara hummed aloud. Profiling always revealed much. Aside from this? It had been a while since Kara had done anything by the way of men. Certainly flirting was hardly used!

They opened the lab for her, and she graciously and thankfully walked in. Tori took her place by her computer, divvying up the task of leading around the tours.

”Oh, no Tori. You know exactly–”

Kara smirked a bit. Yes, she had certainly not been far off in Quin’s assessment. Tori, though, seemed quite well pleased with herself. So, the brunette turned to look to the well-dressed man, the one by the name of Greg. “I do believe that puts me with you,” she said in a friendly manner. She was actually quite looking forward to a tour of the area; it seemed as if forensics had quite a nice little place.

[Greg Wolfe]

Greg first thought when Tori said that he was to show Kara around was Really? He was still new and she thought that he could give a student, who was older than him, though she was older than Tori as well, a tour of the lab. He was kind of pleased. He knew he would be great tour guide but something stopped him from taking the job. Even the fact that Kara seemed, if anything, exited about it. And she was quite pretty. It made Greg laugh that Quin was so shocked that Tori had forced him to be with the guy and that Lance felt sorry for Tori not having anyone. Maybe it was that that made him say,

"You know Tori, you can have Kara." he smiled at how funny that sounded and looked at Kara. "I mean I wasn't supposed to be here anyway." After a pause he added, thinking that it might help the chances of her doing it. "Or at least we could do it together." He tilted his head like a confused puppy and gave her the puppy dog eyes. The two of them seemed like good friends anyway, at least it would make it funner for both of them. Smiling at Quin he couldn't resist saying, "You can't be trusted with a female..."

[Toriann Daire]

The anthropologist looked at Lance as his hand touched her shoulder. She smile sympathetically, but shook her head. "It's fine, Lance, really." His hand slipped off her shoulders, and Tori couldn't help but smile at his blush. Tori was rather oblivious to obvious facts, though, which tended to annoy and or infuriate some people.

And then even Greg had to ask about it. Tori smiled again, but clearly declined the rather tempting offer. After all, it wouldn't be nice to tell Greg this because it might look like she was brushing him off just coz he was new to the group. Tori liked the newbie greatly (because he wasn't Lance and Quin), and didn't want to grow on bad terms.

She lifted her head and got up as she saw two other figures approaching, a young boy maybe in his teens and a girl, maybe twenty-one or so. She went out to open the door and greet them, glaring at her co-workers and asking them to not come out when she did. From outside they could see Tori's animated expression as she talked to the two pupils, pointing at Lance and Quin, showing them who to follow on the trip.

The two pupils and Tori came back in, Lorraine dashing over to Lance while Samuel quietly headed over to Quin. Tori smiled; Samuel was an equivalent to the shy and uncertain Lance whereas Lorraine was a female version of Quin, confident, outspoken, fun and flirtatiously outgoing. These pairings were perfect.

"Shall we begin then?" Tori asked Kara, Lorraine, Sam, Greg, Quin and Lance. She picked up her blue sling-bag and threw out a wide grin at everyone there.

[Lance Dominic]

Lance pursed his lips at Tori's reply, but made no effort to argue. He knew better than to talk Tori into something she didn't want to, or perhaps, did want to but had no heart to do.

He turned to Greg and Quin, sighing. Two figures were approaching, one girl in her early twentie maybe, and one boy no older than nineteen. Lance was about to go outside but stopped as Tori gestured for him and the others to stay. She went out to proceed the greeting whereas he waited inside.

Coming back in, Lance looked at the two otehr students from top to toe. They looked like a decent bunch to spend a day with. Cautiously, he stuck out his hand to Lorraine, whom he was leading for the day. "Um, hi. I'm Lance, you're tour guide."

The girl smiled and shook his hand. Lance was thankful that his introduction improved, a lot, this time.

When Tori saked if they should begin now, Lance nodded enthusiastically. He turned to Lorraine, telling her, "you're going to like this, really." He flashed her a smile and looked at Samuel and Quin. Well, maybe they could shape each other out.

[Jacob C. Quinto]

Tori. Is. Evil. Quin thought through these words over and over again in his head. Cruel... how could she do this to him?! Him? Casimire Quin, fidgety womanizer?

Oh. Now that he had said that to himself, it made a bit of sense. Tori wasn't his kind, and that meant that she didn’t encourage endless flirting around. He sighed, and flinched at Greg’s comment. He scoffed in a very feminine way, mockingly putting his hand on his head, ”Why so?” he asked, pretending to be shocked.

Just then, Tori spotted two students approaching the lab and went out to greet them. Quin saw Tori’s warning to not come out as well, and he obeyed reluctantly. When the three of them came into the room again, Quin looked at Samuel up and down. He looked just like Lance’s kind of person.

He gritted his teeth, but shrugged it off. This wasn’t too bad, actually. Someone like Lance meant that he wouldn’t be attracted to Tori, or Kara, or that rather pretty looking Lorraine girl. He thumped Samuel on the back, sticking his other hand out for the kid to shake. That was another good thing: Samuel was young, and he couldn’t take any interest in Tori at all.

Hopefully. Maybe. But then again, Quin was constantly wrong.

”Yeah, sure we’re ready.” Quin told Tori, clapping Samuel on the shoulder. Maybe it won’t be that bad.