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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 6, 2009 23:17:19 GMT -5
Fancy facilities. BAU had the best of the best technology wise and every time Krys was whisked through with her visiting team or because of a branch out during a college speaking engagement, she always felt like it was Christmas. Luckily this time around she had lucked out. Counter Terror was in town for an entire week and a half and in that time one of the BAU Supervisors had foolishly made the mistake of saying 'use anything you like'. Now that was just pretty much equivalent to handing Krys Robin a pair of scissors and telling her to run with them.
The first two days in town had been eventful. A tour of the BAU, a meeting/friendly discussion (as friendly as everyone could be), and last night she got mostly everyone out to see Matt play. He pretended to not be happy about it but Krys knew him better than that. Or at least she liked to think she did. The meeting with both teams had been a bit weird. BAU for the most part seemed very inviting for the most part, especially after the crash, but Counter Terror was fairly standoffish (mainly Matt and Kate) which was something that couldn't be changed any time soon.
As a result Krys had been pretty quiet, even around Spencer Reid who she had barely spoken to. In fact most of her conversations, few as they were, were with Penelope and her friend Derek Morgan who actually seemed amused, yet perplexed by her. Krys took what she could get and also, according to Garcia, he was 'muy caliente'. Krys knew what that meant but she couldn't imagine an experience where Penelope had actually licked the man to know this for sure.
Already in these two days she had been in this lab (not Penelope's) four times and had been experimenting with the software and program she had been working on in semi-secret for months. BAU's computers were loads better and Krys could run comparisons between the software fairly easy and it was actually legal! Also during these sessions she had chugged around fourteen amps and created little projects while waiting for things to load (because watching Sneezing Panda on youtube eventually got boring no matter what version you watched).
These projects were made from popsicle sticks and were all members of the BAU and Counter Terror. She had an entire cast by now, and currently she was ducking behind the desk as the computer loaded some information, putting on a little show in the empty room. In her right hand was the resident Derek Morgan stick figure puppet who had enormous duracel batteries glued on for muscle-y arms which seriously dwarfed, and threatened to break, the stick. In her other hand was the resident Emily Prentiss stick figure, brown hair made out of string.
"Fix me! Fix me! Fix me!" She had the 'Emily' cry out, rubbing up against the 'Derek' before tossing the stick aside. Fishing out the 'Penelope' (equipt with glitter) the 'Derek' and 'analyst' now took center stage.
"I'm so totally attracted to you but I just can't committ." Krys announced in a low voice, sounding nothing like Morgan. "Maybe it's because of your MASSIVE BATTERY ARMS!" Now she was 'Penelope' but of course this was just a rendering. "AH!" And now the two stick figures were battling it out, which really was just her knocking them together before she whipped out 'Hodge' who had a mean scowl on his face.
"I don't smile. I hate smiling. Life is never fun. I got an F in Kindergarten for fun. When people said cheese for photos I reminded them of how many people died onboard the Titantic. LA LA LA." Her version of his voice sounded like Kermit, more so because she never heard him speak. Shifting a bit she hit her head underneath the desk and cringed, but this didn't throw off her performance as she fished out 'Kate'. Wouldn't be fair to leave her own team out afterall.
"I am so damaged. I clearly care about my partner and everyone else but I have to push people away.. MEH MEH." Done with the upmost love of course, and it wasn't anything Kate had never heard. In re-enter the 'Morgan' stick. "Wanna get some lovin'?" She wasn't even sure if that's what guys said, but it worked for this 'show' of sorts. Now in one hand she was holding up 'Emily', 'Kate', and 'Tori' along with 'Hotch' for some reason as she sang a rousing rendition of 'Single Ladies'.
Upon finishing the first chorus she leapt to her feet as though she were a gymanist who had flawlessly carried out her routine, arms above her head stick figure puppets and all. "THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT." And with that she did a giant bow... That was until people at the doorway made their presence known.
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Post by Aaron Hotchner on Jul 7, 2009 1:04:11 GMT -5
ooc;; -furtive glances- No, I haven't finished my bio, but I need a Hotch RP sample anyway and this is just begging for Hotch's presence. Really. I think you'll forgive me. (I hope.)
bic;; Things had finally been quieting down at the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. After the plane crash, there had been a lot of hussel and bustle, media gossip abounds, and when Hotchner his team were called in to profile the killer that the counter terror unit had encountered, rest was not an option.
But SSA Aaron Hotchner was used to that. With a job like his, rest was hardly ever an option.
And so it was in the rare times when everything was going smoothly, with little to do but paperwork and more paperwork, that Hotch found himself oddly restless. He relished the idea of rest, but when it actually came down to resting he found it hard to sit still. There was always something else that could be done. Another file to look over, reports to comb through, recommendations to sign off on. His job was an endless one, even on the easiest of days. Hotch tried not to think about the fact that, had it been a few years earlier, he would have left his work behind him to go and be with his family, with Haley and Jack. The initial thought made him frown, before a light smile stole across his lips as he wondered just what his son was doing now. He'd have to call Haley and see if he could arrange a day to see Jack. It would do him some good.
Shuffling some papers around on his desk, Hotch closed the folder he had been scanning -- Marshall Johnson, 30, new recruit to the Field and Police Training Unit, wanted a recommendation after attending three of his Negotiations courses... -- truthfully, he hadn't been paying too close attention to it. The Unit Chief sat back and rubbed a tired hand across his face. It wasn't very late, but not taking the time to rest properly even though he'd had the time had taken a lot out of him.
Deciding now was as good as any a time to take a break, the profiler grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his chair and slid into it before exiting his office in hopes of getting a nice cup of coffee and maybe something to eat.
As he headed down the ramp into the bullpen, however, he could've sworn he heard voices floating out into the empty room. Surprised and slightly curious, Hotch fought down the urge to investigate further and continued steadily towards the break room. The voices, however, only escalated in volume as he drew closer to his destination, and by now it was apparent they were not voices of more than one person, but rather one person changing their voice to sound like different people. Strangely enough, Aaron's feet changed direction without his telling them to and he suddenly found himself inching closer to a door he knew led to one of the various computer labs situated around the bullpen. The door was slightly ajar and the unit chief could not fight back the urge to look through the glass window to glimpse the person inside.
At first, he didn't quite believe what he was seeing.
The girl inside the room was, he was quite sure, Special Agent Krys Robin from Counter Terrorism kneeling at one of the desks, as though trying not to be seen. What was odd, though, were the Popsicle sticks in here hands that Hotchner, a senior profiler, was quite certain one of them paid a vague resemblance to himself. Or it was supposed to anyway.
He listened carefully at the words floating through the door.
"I don't smile. I hate smiling." Aaron Hotchner frowned. Was that supposed to be him?
"Life is never fun. I got an F in Kindergarten for fun. When people said cheese for photos I reminded them of how many people died onboard the Titantic. LA LA LA."
The unit chief stood shell-shocked for a moment before regaining composure and stepping into the room. He didn't wait to announce himself before hearing himself say, with some amusement,
"Is that how I sound? I wouldn't smile, either." He gave the CT agent a surprised look, fighting back a smile.
"I don't think the 1,517 families who lost loved ones would be smiling, either." he continued, but there was humor in his voice and a rare smile finally broke through. He might as well clear that up. "Besides," his eyes were laughing "No one says 'cheese' anymore."
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ooc;; okay, so that wasn't quite as funny as I'd hoped. sorry. -hides-
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 7, 2009 6:55:01 GMT -5
"Is that how I sound? I wouldn't smile, either."
Krys' head jutted around at the voice that broke herself from her own imagination. Widened brown eyes fell on the man who had managed to sneak up on her in the midst of all of her created 'chaos'. Oh god she was in for it now. This couldn't possibly be good in any shape or form. She had been caught red handed and any way you sliced it she looked like a complete oaf.
"Agent.." Her voice initially came out in the Kemit voice so she cleared her throat to free it. "A... Agent Hotchner." Her startled voice escaped, though it wanted nothing more than to stay burried within her. She managed to force it out though. In the battle with herself she nearly tripped right over the chair at the desk, but somehow caught herself when her hands came right out, steadying herself with the back rest. She was obviously very nervous having been caught, let alone by a Superior at Quantico who, in her head, probably could have her fired if he wished to.
"I was just.." She moved to gesture with her hand awkwardly only to discover she was still holding two of the makseshift puppets and with a grimmace and almost sickened expression she tucked her arms behind her back. God, couldn't anything ever go right? "It really isn't at all what it looks like." Krys offered in a weak voice, knowing damn well it was exactly what it looked like. She was well aware that she kept digging herself deeper with every word she spoke, there was good reason for her not doing fieldwork which was quite evident now.
Finally giving in, knowing how ridiculous she sounded trying to lie about it, a heavy sigh escaped her lips, everything coming out as a whirlwind. "You actually missed the part about you bringing up feline aids at your own birthday party." Krys murmured, and there really was no thinking involved (there rarely ever was with her own admissions as true with her character). "And another song and dance number." Might as well get it all out there. Last thing she needed was him randomly finding a surveilance tape of the office and catching the entire show... Which had been happened hourly when downloads took longer than expected.
"You said if we wanted we could use your labs. You did say that." She had to rise to her own defense one last time. "And I didn't bug Penelope during her work hours, but I really wanted her to look at this program I was working on.." Still rambling. On and on. "And I haven't even spoken to Spencer since I've been back because he probably thinks I'm a complete weirdo, which isn't too far off mind you, but still it does bruise the ole ego." Krys clamped her mouth shut. Might as well shut up before she threw herself off a cliff.
"I don't think the 1,517 families who lost loved ones would be smiling, either."
Oh great. She was in so much trouble she could even taste it. Krys wasn't easily intimidated but this man, who seemed to never smile, did the trick. Her brown eyes studied him, though they wanted nothing more than to look away and she actually found herself struggling for her usual banter or witty retort. Was her job at stake? She had no idea.
"Please don't get me fired." The words came out in a rush before she could even ponder them. And once again, without thinking, she moved toward the computer, nearly fumbling over the rolling chair once again before reaching out with a shakey red hand and pressing the eject button. "I really can't afford to go and get myself fired because you got the tailend of a performance." She was rambling, but she often did so when she was nervous. Last thing she needed was to get fired and then arrested for her hacking charge, which she was sure was still completely positive and one of the many things that loomed over her head every day (along with the abuse). Her cd slid out and she grabbed it, fumbling she finally managed to get it into its proper case and shoved it into her messenger bag.
"I'll just get out of your way..." She continued, still avoiding his eyes to a certain point until she looked up, just in time to see the man smile. She froze, most of her thoughts long forgotten with an action so simple. "Well, would ya look at that." She announced allowed, a sense of awe to her voice as she took the sight in. "You're human." But soon he cleared the smile off of his face and she felt ridiculous for having said such a stupid thing.
"Besides," his eyes were laughing "No one says 'cheese' anymore."
Looking right up at the older man's face she had no idea what posessed her, other than him actually speaking to her and being genuine, but words came flooding out. "I have a bet in the pool that you're half autobot." DAMNIT! She cringed and shook her head. She couldn't act like this with people! Matt maybe, her friends if she had them, but not this man, not everyone else! It wasn't a wonder that no one liked her. In fact it was painfully obvious, at least in her mind.
"Sorry. Sorry." She apologized frantically, now deliberately avoiding his gaze out of fear if she even looked she'd burst into flame. "I didn't mean.... What it.... Word vomit you..." Gosh, nothing was coming out right and in this struggle she knocked her shin roughly against one of the table legs. Crying out, more so from panic than anything else, she bent down and rubbed her shin before daring to look up at Hotch... Maybe she had dreamed him. Nope, still here and so were the puppets on the desk table.
"Can we just pretend this didn't happen?" She attempted to negotiate quietly as she rubbed her shin up and down, trying to preoccupy herself. "I promise I won't come back if we can do that." And she meant it. She should have known better than to just be herself in a location that wasn't her lair. People were far less tolerant than say Matt or Kate who just rolled their eyes or lightly fwapped her upside the head.
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 7, 2009 15:15:40 GMT -5
Reid was glade there wasn't much work to be done lately. Ever since the plane crash he had been a little jump. He hated going on the jet now, luckily there had only been one time he had to. Other than that most of what happened on the island had already been washed off. He had been in much worse situations. It was just the job. He knew that the best way to get over it was to go on with life like nothing even happened. Which was fairly easy because it had only been Garcia with him, who was just as optimistic of leaving the past behind as he was. Other than that Morgan, and even Hotch, seemed a little more friendly yo him. Morgan didn't even make fun of him when he freaked out on the jet just because of a little shake. It had been a while since then, though, and most of the effects were gone and life was back to normal.
Well almost normal. There was still the new friends that they had made, well Reid had been friends with Krys before the accident, but now he knew Matt, Tori, and Kate as well. The new friendships weren't really that bad of a consequence, though. Easier that week they had all gotten together to watch Matt play, the first time that Morgan and the others had meet the four of them and it had gone other very nicely. Now Krys was in the building, but some how even though Reid wasn't that busy he couldn't find the time to go and see her. She should be working as well, no need to destract her. Yet it might have been something else that was keeping the young agent from going. He looked down at the file he was reading and realized that he hadn't caught a word. he hadn't even seen the page. It wasn't late, it wasn't early, but recently he hadn't been sleeping all that much, he wasn't sure why.
Deciding that he would do the report later he stood up and left the bull pen. It was time to go say Hi to Krys anyway, she would kill him if he put it off any later. Reid walked slowly, not knowing that at that never moment Krys was being stared down by Hotch, who Reid knew could be very intimidating with out meaning to be. When he got to the door way of the office he know Krys was in at the time he saw his boss standing in the door. From inside he could hear krys' frantic voice and Reid knew something was up. Not sure if he should intervene or not he moved forward slowly.
"Everything alright?" He asked softly placing himself next to Aaron Hotchner. Looking into the room he say Krys frantically grabbing a CD out of the computer, as she rubbed her leg and talked none stop about being fired and what not. Reid couldn't help but smile at the odd scene. A second later he noticed the puppets on the table. He was half ready to go and take a closer look but figured that if the two of them had something going on then he shouldn't get in the way. From a far he noticed the 'Morgan' and 'Garcia' a suddenly wondered what the analyst could have been doing.
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Derek Morgan
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Post by Derek Morgan on Jul 7, 2009 20:07:38 GMT -5
Derek Morgan ran a hand over his head and took another sip of already long cold coffee, eyes traveling to the clock. There were still hours left in a day that had already lasted way longer than he deemed necessary. It wasn't that S.S.A. Morgan did not like his job, no, there was nothing he'd rather do, but it was the case files that killed him. Not only were they tedious, but they were also a solitary affair. There could be no shameless flirting, no interactions, when he was writing out reports. They were almost as bad as grade school book reports, at least he got paid to do these. His hand cramping, he shot a look towards the clock again. It hadn't moved.
Recent events had made him jumpy; he checked his phone to make sure he hadn't missed any calls. Morgan wasn't expecting a phone call from Garcia; if she needed him, she could simply leave her office and search him out. It was simple enough. But he couldn't shake that horrid feeling that had overcome him when he didn't recieve a call from her that one day ....
That was it. He was done with the reports, he had time, and they would just have to be put on hold. He'd hardly paid Garcia a visit all day, and he was sure she'd appreciate some sort of nourishment.
His eyes left the bullpen, traveling to the glass windowed office of his unit chief, Aaron Hotchner. That was especially odd, the man never left his office when there was paper work to be done, there was always paper work to be done, and yet, the office was empty, door open.
And that was when he heard the voices.
No, they weren't inside his head, they were coming from down the hallway, and they were a voice he recognized... a voice, yes, one voice, disguising itself. Sending one more glare towards the evil beings known as case reports, Derek Morgan kicked in his chair and head towards the sound.
It was coming from one of the computer labs - not Garcia's, he acknowledged, but the newly occupied office of CT tech analyst Krys Robin.
What was that girl up to now?
"Fix me! Fix me! Fix me!"
A highly disguised voice shouted the words, and Morgan crinkled his brow. Was Krys broken? Who in the world was she talking to in such a wierd voice? He shook his head in puzzlement as he crept closer, seeing a black suited man leaning against the door. Hotch. Was Hotch spying? Morgan kept a ways away, hiding just out of sight.
"I'm so totally attracted to you but I just can't committ."
Okay, that had been a man's voice. A man's voice that sounded like a very bad impression of, well, /him/.
What the hell...?
"Maybe it's because of your massive BATTERY ARMS!"
If he'd still been drinking coffee, he'd have choked on it. The voice Krys used this time was a girls ... no way. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at his left arm. It wasn't that duracell to him. Maybe alkaline.
Oh, who was he kidding.
Morgan listened to the rest of the conversation, during which he was sure he would have needed the heimlich if he'd been eating anything. There was no way /he/ could have made this stuff up, this was way too good. He nearly turned blue from lack of oxygon while listening to Kermit Hotch's F in kindgergarten and tales of the titanic.
He wished he had a camcorder for what came next.
When his boss entered the room, Morgan heard a crash, and decided to investigate for himself. Focused solely on the situation at hand, he nearly ran headfirst into Spencer Reid, choking down a laugh at the younger Agen'ts bewildered expression.
What he saw inside the computer lab would be enough to haunt him for his lifetime, his children's lifetime, and perhaps Clooney's lifetime. And if Clooney ever had a girlfriend, a litter's worth of Clooneys lifetimes.
Someone had eaten quite alot of Fudgesicles.
"You think it's really 'cause I've got battery arms?" He asked, feigning worry. He checked one of his arms again, flexing it. "Massive, really? I thought they were more of agressive, always thought that was what that meant, agressive battery and all." He tilted his head to the side. "Though Duracell was a nice choice."
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jul 7, 2009 20:45:51 GMT -5
She was supposed to be working. Garcia, though, had very little to do on the days that were set aside for paperwork. Her computer prowess normally led her to finish her own paperwork early. And she had cleared her desk about fifteen minutes ago. She was online, yes on company time. It wasn’t like they could get rid of her. She was the best technical analyst in the BAU. Not to mention she now held intricate knowledge of how the FBI worked from the inside. With the knowledge that she was fairly safe, she had let herself do some other things. She was streaming Gilligan’s Island on her laptop, which was now open on her desk. She had recently updated the security on it once more, and saw that it was fit to be in the FBI. No repeats of last time. She wasn’t necessarily enjoying the episode. It all seemed a bit too real to her now. Why was she torturing herself this way? She pried her eyes from the screen and looked down at her cell phone at her side. Slowly, a impish smile stretched across her face as she got a better idea. She scrolled down her contacts until it got to “Superfox”, her most common nickname for the Agent, Derek Morgan. He had work to be doing himself. But…he always seemed to make time for her. I was just surfing the net. When you type in “sexy” and “chocolate” the result is a picture of you. She pressed send and then let her phone fall back to her desk, as she absently watched the screen once more, as Gilligan did another ridiculous shenanigan. If only the real thing had turned out like that. So easy, and not as scary. Not dangerous. She had kept in touch with most of the people she had met. The CT Unit most specifically, but she had corresponded lightly with a student, Kara, as well. Her phone buzzed against the surface of her desk, and she immediately grabbed her phone to read Derek’s reply. “The vacant room?” That was the one Krys had taken for the week. Why on earth was she supposed to meet him there, now? She pounded a few keys, and instantly all of her screens went black for power-saving and privacy, and the woman pushed herself back from her desk and wandered out. Today, like always, it would be hard to miss her for the bright and cheery yellow she wore. Still, despite the fact she seemed to stand out, many people passed her as if she were not there at all. She reached the bullpen, and then eyed the final destination. Hotch, Reid and her Superfox were in the doorway. Seemed crowded. What was going on? Her heels clicked as she passed through the bullpen and up to the door. “What’s going on?” She whispered to Morgan as she approached. Krys seemed to be cowering. Was there something wrong? Though, Morgan looked amused. And there were a few familiar popsicles out on the counter. “She went with the Duracell.” She mused softly. She had, actually, helped make a few of them. Though, she had not known why Krys had wanted them so badly. Team building exercise, she had assumed. Quite literally. They were all popsicles of her CT team, and the one here at the BAU. Had Hotch seen them? It was certainly hard to miss. The Garcia Popsicle glittered in the dim lighting of the office.
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Emily Prentiss
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Post by Emily Prentiss on Jul 8, 2009 18:01:08 GMT -5
Emily had just come in from doing a coffee run, needing to take a break from the paperwork. Carrying two trays of coffee cups, she moved towards the bull pen, noticing a crowd forming in front of one of the computer rooms. Hotch, Morgan, Garcia and Reid were there, looking at the new girl, Agent Krys Robins. She appeared to be holding popsicle stick figures, which made Emily wonder even more what was going on.
"Dare I ask?" She inquired, moving up next to Morgan. She held up the coffee tray to Morgan, hoping he'd take his cup from there so she could hand out the rest of them too. Taking a closer look at the stick figures, she listened to the conversation going on. "Are those supposed to be us?"
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Post by Aaron Hotchner on Jul 8, 2009 19:46:53 GMT -5
A guilty look crossed Hotchner's face for a moment as Krys' head snapped up at his spur-of-the-moment commentary. "I didn't mean to startle you," he told her, his tone apologetic.
"A... Agent Hotchner."
The person in question was watching the fumbling agent with some hidden amusement as her voice, startled at his sudden and, he was sure, unexpected appearance, jumped a few octaves in shock. At least she isn't using the Kermit voice anymore, he thought with an inward smile. His brow furrowed in thought, reflecting on her words, momentarily wondering whether or not he came off as so unwelcoming. But after thinking on it, he decided she was probably just passing away the time - after all, he hadn't missed her imitation of Morgan, either. Battery arms, he mused Morgan will enjoy that. Actually he was quite certain said agent would turn up at one point or another and have either heard the CTU tech analyst's imitation of himself, or heard about it from someone else. He was actually rather surprised the other man hadn't shown up already. All of this seemed right up his alley. Well, maybe not the puppets. But I wouldn't be surprised to find out Garcia had a hand in this.
The impromptu puppet show wasn't exactly protocol, but Krys wasn't under his authority - even though she was a momentary guest in his unit, and besides, the CTU had just been through quite an ordeal a few short weeks ago. Who was he to question her methods of coping? (Even if her methods were a little...different, there were certainly worse ways to go about coping with recent trauma. With that, unfortunately, Hotch had gained considerable experience over the past couple of years. It wasn't something he liked to dwell on.) And so, Aaron Hotchner stood in the doorway and patiently gave the young woman a chance to explain herself. (He didn't exactly need an explanation, but it wouldn't hurt to hear her side, either.)
It was certainly amusing, in any case.
"I was just...It really isn't at all what it looks like." the unit chief cocked an eyebrow, silently raising the question: Oh, really? There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he waited for her to confess.
And, surprisingly, confess she did.
But even more surprisingly were the things she confessed to.
"You actually missed the part about you bringing up feline aids at your own birthday party. And another song and dance number."
He didn't say anything, but he was inwardly relieved at having missed that little gem. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. Instead, he let the other agent continue with her explanation, which had steadily lost its stuttering and fumbling and flowed into a excited rush of words Hotch was more familiar with coming from Reid.
You said if we wanted we could use your labs. You did say that."
His lips twitched at her growing defensive tone, noticing that her voice took seemed to be growing more confident as she spoke. He nodded at her in consent, he had said that. He was about to open his mouth and tell that although he had given them that permission, that wasn't exactly what he had meant, but she was already continuing and he decided it'd be best to just let her get it all out.
And I didn't bug Penelope during her work hours, but I really wanted her to look at this program I was working on... And I haven't even spoken to Spencer since I've been back because he probably thinks I'm a complete weirdo, which isn't too far off mind you, but still it does bruise the ole ego."
Another twitch of the lips. "Well, as long as you aren't keeping anyone from their work..." he tilted his head meaningfully and made to step back out into the lobby and continue on his way to get a cup of coffee and head back to those reports he'd left waiting unfinished on his desk when she burst out, in a rush of air:
"Please don't get me fired! I really can't afford to go and get myself fired because you got the tail-end of a performance."
Hotch stopped himself from turning away and fixed her with an odd look, his brown eyes conveying first surprise, and then confusion before he blinked and the emotions were gone. A small frown twisted his lips downwards as his forehead creased in confusion.
"I wouldn't have you fired over something so trivial, so please, don't look so worried." He knew that while he wasn't officially in charge of Krys, and therefor not responsible for the decision of firing or not firing her, his position in the Bureau as head of the BAU would give his words weight if he were to report on her behavior. With only half an ear on Krys' explanation, he realized she had still been speaking and quickly brought his mind back around to process what she had been telling him.
"I have a bet in the pool that you're half autobot."
Well, that was a little unexpected. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but otherwise he showed no reaction to this little piece of news. Somehow, though hearing her say it out loud was a shock, the news that there was such a bet going on around here didn't really surprise him. In all honestly, he wouldn't be all that surprised if one of his own agents had started the pool. They did say he could be a drill sergeant, after all.
Aaron Hotchner had maintained eye contact with the CT agent all throughout her speech and listened patiently as she spluttered through apologies for her "word vomit" as she put it, before leaning down, presumably to avoid his eyes and collect herself. Hotch registered that that was precisely what she had been doing when she had come back up much more in control of herself than before and spoke in a professional tone that the profiler decided he liked better than all the stuttering.
"Can we just pretend this didn't happen?"
He allowed the technical analyst a small reassuring grin, saying, "I think I could live with that." The unit chief extended his hand in greeting, a small smile playing on his lips. "And please, call me Hotch."
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 8, 2009 20:53:28 GMT -5
"I didn't mean to startle you."
"I'm not startled!" Krys managed to force out all at once which was clearly a flat out lie. There was a reason she was stuck in the lair with computers and not out hunting and profiling bad guys. One of these reasons was her near arrest for hacking when she was a teenager, the other was quite evident by her nervous display that was taking place currently. Rubbing at her leg she fumbled once again, nearly dropping her disc but managing to bring it to her chest in a 'catch' last minute.
"Definitely not startled." She forced out again, standing there slightly hunched over with widened eyes rather comedically. "Scared enough to wet myself MAYBE. Startled, definitely not." Her voice rushed out all at once as she gestured with her hands as if this would convey her point more, but really she just ended up almost dropping her disc again. Maybe it wasn't her nerves acting up but rather the four energy drinks she had devoured within the last hour, the cans prominantly displayed on the desk where she had been 'performing'.
She knew it her reaction was probably quite unreasonable, though she couldn't exactly focus on that right now with all that was going on. The man hadn't yelled at her, he didn't even really glare, in fact he had smiled (something she would have ordinarily prided herself on as she loved doing that for people, particularly difficult ones). But all that she could think of now was how serious he had been in the one meeting she had attended with her team, the rumors she had heard, the little 'stories' so, though unreasonable, regardless of reaction he was giving her, she was indeed a tad nervous.
Krys was also well aware that her sense of humor was very select. She was an oddball and for that reason not a lot of people chose to socialize with her, let alone for over a minute give or take her own team. But here was this man doing so, just like his team member Spencer Reid. Was the FBI playing an elaborate prank on her? She couldn't put it past them... They had the technology. But Hotch didn't know her at all, and yet he seemed to be 'handling' her admirably. He was patient, he let her ramble, and wasn't forceful. She would praise him for such things later, perhaps in an email or skywriting.
"I wouldn't have you fired over something so trivial, so please, don't look so worried."
In recieving this bit of information Krys seemed to experience a momentary brain freeze. For an entire second or two her face was froze, lips slightly parted in awe until finally her brain kicked back into high gear and 'regular' Krys was back, at least for the moment.
She brought her right hand up in front of her face and slowly brought it down, when it reached her neck her face had an entirely different expression. A large, silly grin which was clearly on for affect and she was being just a tad oafish to maybe get him to smile again. "Can do." She commented brightly, her grin now failing though a smile remained. Maybe he wasn't so bad afterall...
"I think I could live with that." The unit chief extended his hand in greeting, a small smile playing on his lips. "And please, call me Hotch."
Krys' smile momentarily faded as her brown eyes drifted to Hotch's offered hand. Suspiciously she studied it, going as far as to lean forward an 'eye' it for booby traps. Still staring at the hand carefully as she lifted her pale right hand to grasp his.
"My name's Krys Robin." She introduced herself slowly, when she didn't recieve a shock or a punch in the face her smile was back on and she looked up cheerily, her eyes right on his. "You can call me whatever you like, cause you're the boss." She added in a rather chipper voice but it was clear that she was being sincere. Though a jokester a great deal of what Krys said was genuinely meant and completely how she felt, though amplified. To some people it was a breath of fresh air, to others... Well, she had been teased enough past her teen years to know exactly what *they* thought.
"Everything alright?"
Krys' eyes immediately darted toward the voice just in time to see Spencer Reid come stand alongside him. Her smile faded as she looked right at him. Neither of them had called one another, the only time they spoke was at Matt's little concert and she figured that was because she had Garcia email him. Krys could only assume that the reason they had gotten along on the arcade, and somewhat on the island, was because he pitied her. This was a shame because she liked him (then again, there were very few people Krys disliked, she even loved her dad who hit her when she was younger so it honestly wasn't saying much).
She chose not to respond, leave that to Hotch, and instead turned to grab her messenger bag and extra disk, shoving it into the bag and fumbling with her hands attempted to buckle the flap. His smile made her nervous, was he laughing *at* her or *with* her. Though there was a fine line Krys decided that if she kept 'busy' she wouldn't have to figure out the answer (which could possibly let her down).
So to further occupy herself Krys went on her knees, briefly picking up whatever she had knocked over in the lab (luckily just papers) and brought it back to the desk. Her eyes darting slightly she moved to the table in an attempt to grab the makeshift puppets and shove them into her bag, but her hand didn't seem to want to agree and now the puppets were on the floor. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Deciding to ditch the puppets and save her own butt she tried to politely, yet hurriedly, excuse herself to the door. Keeping her head down, eyes focused on the floor she took about 3 large, quick steps when she was met with a much bolder chest, and then a sparkly one, and then another.
"You think it's really 'cause I've got battery arms?"
Krys watched in horror as Derek flexed. She had to bite her tongue to keep the sarcastic banter that wanted to escape but now she saw Penelope looking at her and then an agent she recognized as Emily Prentiss. Confused, she followed the trail of all of their eyes and saw what they were looking at. The puppets!
Attention diverted, she made the fatal error of going back to the puppets in an attempt to 'hide' them, though it was too little too late. Despite how stressful this moment was actually panning out to be Krys was glad that none of them had caught her rendition of 'When You're Agent' which was a play on the hit musical song 'When You're A Jet' from 'West Side Story'. Though Emily Prentiss' popsicle's choreography had been pretty amazing. Sure Morgan's arm had fallen off onto poor Reid puppet but she managed to stick it back on.
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Post by Penelope Garcia on Jul 8, 2009 21:32:50 GMT -5
Garcia, to say the very least, was quite bemused at the entire situation. It seemed that Hotch, for some reason or another, had found this entire ordeal very amusing. Well, the blonde decided, it was not as if it was an entirely serious infraction--if it was an infraction at all. Things like this? They didn't happen around the BAU often.
Like Reid's physics magic tricks, which were a complete bafflement to the analyst, they made Hotch smile. And that, like the Hotchcicle had said, was very rare indeed. It appeared though that the young girl was not at all aware of the fact that it was amusing to the Boss, and she seemed to squirm and try to defend herself. Garcia tossed a glance over to both Prentiss and Morgan who were in eyesight, and then turned; watching as Hotch spoke to Krys one final time.
Krys followed, though her face had displayed quite a show of surprise when she noticed the rest of them standing there. Well, this was quite a crowd, that was certain. If Penelope had been in her position, perhaps she would have felt the same embarrassment. She had done things equally as quirky before, and to people who were not as easy going as Hotch could be. For instance, the FBI Director. She had called her once, wanting a list.
How had the blonde answered the phone?
"Talk dirty to me."
Oh, she was sure she had nearly lost her job over it! Krys rushed back into the office to claim the little popsicles and hide them from their sight once more, though Garcia had been a bit quicker than Robin would have liked. She had followed the brunette into the office and swooped one off the desk, and stood holding it in her hands.
She smiled down at it, with its little sweater vest and tie drawn on and held it up to show Reid, who was actually standing in the doorway. "Aww, look! It's just as thin as you!" She meant no harm by it. It was just part of her nature to make quips to try and calm the situation over. Perhaps if Krys saw that none of them were angry, and merely amused, she would quit being so frantic and jumpy. Though, with a quick glance to the energy drinks empty on the desk it was highly unlikely that it would help at all.
Garcia looked over to Krys. "I am rather proud of this one. Reidcicle looks a lot like Reid." Her brown eyes flashed to the sparkly one Krys was fervently shoving into her bag. "Though, Garciacicle is the most well dressed of all the cicles." She beamed. Oh, color was such a fine thing!
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 9, 2009 10:27:59 GMT -5
Reid looked around suddenly realizing that almost everyone, other than JJ and Rossi, from his team was standing in the door way. He wondered how on earth they all could have ended up at this one point. There was no way of knowing. All he knew was that Krys had to be very embarrassed and over whelmed. he sure would be. He looked around and saw Emily with the coffee, Grabbing one of the cups he smiled and nodded his thanks before turning back to Krys, instead of watch her, like the rest of the team, he took a long drink of his coffee, avoiding looking at her. He wanted to leave, and take one pair of eyes off her, but he was her friend and knew that she would take him leaving the wrong way.
His eyes were pulled back to her when he heard Garcia take about his stick figure. It was to much to pass down. Looking at the Reidcicle as Garcia called it he had to admit that it did look like him. To play along he looked down at his cloths, which were a dress shirt and blue patterned tie, no sweater-vest today, then he looked up at Krys and with an amused voice asked, "Is that really what I look like?" He made sure that he didn't say it in a way that Krys might think he was being mean. But just in case he stepped forward into the room and picked up on of the other puppets. It turned out to be the Emily one. he looked at it then looked at Emily. Smiling he decided to add a little of his own to the puppet show, though he wasn't as good with making fun of his co-workers as Krys was, so he was going to have to add something he was good at, magic.
"Freeze!" He said in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like Emily, "Put your hands up scum bag! BANG" And then the Emily puppet fluttered like she had been shot. In the next second, the Emily puppet was the Hotch one. He held the Hotch up to the crowd and smiled at his clever trick, which was actually really easy to do, yet he knew that everyone around him would have no idea how he did it.
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Emily Prentiss
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Post by Emily Prentiss on Jul 9, 2009 11:01:41 GMT -5
Emily attention was grabbed when she heard Reid attempt a female voice. "Hey!" She said, a small smile on her face. She looked at the puppet he was holding and it was hers. "I do not sound like that!" She protested jokingly. Still holding the trays of coffee, she moved in a little more, holding it out in front of her. "Coffee anyone?" She inquired, motioning with her eyes to the coffee. Noticing Reid's magic trick, she smiled brightly. It was always nice to see Reid do something that wasn't statically related. "Did you just give me a gender reassignment Reid?" She teased, noting he was now holding Hotch.
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Post by Aaron Hotchner on Jul 11, 2009 22:09:58 GMT -5
"I'm not startled!"
The Unit Chief of the BAU fought back a smile at the obvious lie. The CT girl was obviously embarrassed enough at having been caught playing with popsicle sticks that resembled their team mates, and being caught by the man in charge probably didn't help, either. The way she was fumbling, he was actually surprised she managed to keep hold of the compact disc she'd removed from the computer when he'd entered the room. (Though, he noted as it threatened to slip from her grasp again, she at least had quick reflexes.)
He took a moment to observe the room the counter terror technical analyst decided to call her own for the day. It was set up like every other spare room on the floor, with a cubicle and a multitude of computer wires and flashing screens. His well-trained eyes didn't miss the four tall, thin - and empty, he realized, cans of some various energy drink strewn atop her workspace. The corners of his mouth pulled down into a slight disapproving frown. Hotch wasn't very fond of people leaving their drinks unattended near Bureau computers. From his experience (or rather, his observation), such endeavors never ended well for anyone. If the drink spilled onto the desk it could ruin important case files. If it spilled onto the keyboards or the wires, it could be a potential disaster. Worst case scenario, it could jeopardize important - and expensive - Bureau property and depending on the severity of the damage, have serious repercussions for the careless agent who spilled it; best case, leave the agent responsible with a lighter wallet and one hell of a mess to clean up.
No, Hotch decided, he really didn't like drinks near the computer. But at least these were empty.
Now he knew where all that nervous energy came from.
But when he turned his attention back to Krys, she held her hand in front of her face, which she brought down across it. There was an easy smile on her face once her hand fell away from it.
"Can do."
He noticed that Krys' smile faded once he offered her his hand and a thoughtful frown stole over his lips at the skeptical look she gave him. Did she think he was going to trick her? She seems hesitant to trust me, She's probably had bad experiences with trusting others early on if she-- Hotch caught himself quickly once he realized what he was doing and firmly ignored that little part of his brain that felt the need to analyze and break down everything he saw and everyone he met. Profiling was an amazing talent, but at times it could be a curse. The unit chief had made it a rule that he and his team were not allowed to use their skills on one another: if they were going to work together, any imformation they learned about one another would come from the person willing to give it. They didn't need to dig into each others lives.
Besides, Hotch hated prying.
That's not to say it didn't happen from time to time. Especially in his case. Sometimes, there was matters that called for it, however uneasy it made him feel to do so. But as a general rule, Aaron tried to avoid profiling his friends. Hotchner watched her eyes as she scrutinized his palm before finding it safe and beaming him a grin that he was beginning to associate with her.
"My name's Krys Robin. You can call me whatever you like, cause you're the boss."
He shook her hand. Noting absently that Krys had the same chipper demeanor as their very own technical analyst, Penelope Garcia. He wondered if it was a technical analyst thing. It certainly didn't hurt, though. Garcia's chipper demeanor was always there to lift their spirits amidst all the gore and violence. It was a refreshing breath of air they all needed every now and then to keep from getting in over their heads.
"Krys, then." He acknowledged, coming back to himself. " I'd say 'enjoy your stay' but it seems as if you've already done so." A twitch of his lips let her know this wasn't a reprimand, just good ole Hotch-style humor.
"Everything alright?"
Reid's voice piped up from behind him and Aaron realized they had an audience. It won't be long now until the others follow. he though, grinning inwardly.
He didn't miss Krys' silence as a cue to answer his subordinate's question, but as he opened his mouth respond, another voice chimed in.
"Aww, look! It's just as thin as you!"
That would be Garcia, Another smile threatened, but he managed to keep it at bay, until Reid's curiously amused voice wondered,
"Is that really what I look like?"
"Do you really want her to answer that?" he asked the younger profiler with some amusement, who had moved to pick up the popsicle in question. He couldn't help but notice that, now, looking closer at the makeshift puppet, it did look a lot like Reid. It even had a sweater vest drawn onto its wooden, appendage-less body. In fact, they all cared a pretty close resemblance to their human counterparts. As close a resemblance you can have with a popsicle stick, at any rate.
Turning his attention back to his youngest agent, Hotchner watched as he picked up one of Krys' creations and held it up for all of them to see. It was Emily's, he noticed. Reid held the Emily popsicle out in front of him and even though Hotch knew what was coming next, it still came as a surprise to see the naturally meek Dr. Reid putting on a popsicle puppet show in front of nearly all his colleagues.
"Freeze!" "Hey, I do not sound like that!"
And there's Prentiss, He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning at her accusation.
"Put your hands up scum bag! BANG!"
Hotch's eyebrows climbed toward his hairline by the end of Reid's little performance when he noticed that Emily's puppet had been replaced by his own. The profiler fought the urge to rub his eyes and merely blinked at Hotch-sicle that was now in Reid's hand. He had just been looking at his puppet on the desk a second ago! Amused, curious and amazed despite himself he couldn't help but grin at the young doctor's enthusiasm.
"Coffee, anyone?"
He nodded politely to Prentiss and took the proffered coffee gratefully. He'd never gotten the chance to get a cup leaving his office this morning; he'd ended up here instead.
Remembering his office, and the reports still unattended on his desk, he couldn't help but add: "I hope you all remember the reports J.J. handed out this morning. Just because there isn't a case, doesn't mean you have nothing to do. Those files aren't going to read themselves, you know." But his heart really wasn't in it. His team was diligent and always got their work done, he expected nothing less of them. It was a rare occurrence lately for them to have the chance to take a break from all the horror and they found solace in moments like these, which were far and few between.
Paperwork, he decided, could wait just a few more minutes.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 11, 2009 22:58:03 GMT -5
"Krys, then." He acknowledged, coming back to himself. " I'd say 'enjoy your stay' but it seems as if you've already done so."
"Well... YEAH." Krys laughed as if that was the silliest question she had ever been asked. Like her and Hotch were two highschool girls in the locker room 'dishing' before next period. "This place is great. Your systems here are-" And she held up both hands giving the 'a-ok' sign with both accompanied by an exuberant raising of the brow. "Sah-weet."
So....Many...People... Krys' brown eyes surveyed the crowd of Prentiss, Hotch, Reid, Garcia, and Morgan. Five against one. This wasn't good odds, like betting on a horse with two legs at a track. There was no way that she could get out of this unembarassed, with her dignity, and without possibly offending (or may already have) the people in the room.
True they said she hadn't, or at least hinted at it for the most part, but that didn't mean squat coming from agents, let alone profilers. They knew how people thought and probably knew exactly what to tell her to make her feel less like an idiot. They could probably even tell what she had for breakfast: Nothing to eat but an Amp Energy Drink. Then again the slight, excitable shaking of her hands and inability to stand still as of late probably helped that assumption along a little.
Krys' eyes drifted to her friend, a title that had been affirmed on their time stranded on an island, Penelope Garcia for assistance and for a fleeting moment it actually looked like she was going to help. She even moved. Krys nearly felt a wave of relief wash over her until she saw the woman stop at the computer table and pick up the Reid puppet. Krys was no profiler, but already she knew that this was either going to make the situation worse... Or maybe a little funnier.
"I am rather proud of this one. Reidcicle looks a lot like Reid."
Krys smiled as she watched Garcia hold the puppet up by Reid and actually, for the first time, took in the similarities. When she sat in the very room making them, with later assistance from Garcia, all they had to go by were pictures of the team located on the computer filing system. And they were god awful, except for Morgan's which, according to Garcia, could: "transcend all portals of internet, time, and barrier and still look like a fox".
Krys didn't see it however, then again, large muscles frightened her. What the heck would you need them for? Was there really anything that heavy lying around his home? But she wasn't about to question Penelope's tastes. To each his own. And besides, Krys really liked Penelope. She was easy to talk to and very supportive, plus Krys adored her 'work'.
"Technically, it's a Reidsicle." Krys corrected with a little smile, speaking up for the first time in front of the group (and not just Hotch) slowly regaining her daring, bold demeanor back bit by bit. There was so much more she wanted to say. Friendly jabs, a little bit of banter, but she held back. She didn't know these people well enough yet, and wasn't sure if they'd be offended or not by the things she was prone to say out of good sport. "Is that really what I look like?"
"No." She was speaking up again and this time was a lot less shy (if that was even a word that could be used to describe the data analyst) than the first. She didn't know these people well but she had met Spencer before and though he hadn't called her, he did realize somewhat how she could be. "You're actually a lot skinnier." BADA BING! There it was!
A bit of a smirk pulled at the right corner of her mouth before flashing a happy smile at Penelope. Krys Robin was back in action! It was far easier to be her old self in front of Spencer, despite the lack of calls or knowing if they were even friends, when there was a group (whether she knew them or not). Holding her hand up eagerly for a highfive she then caught glimpse of Spencer picking up one of the puppets.
Everyone's eyes seemed to focus on Spencer as he held Prentiss Puppet between his fingers. He did a very poor immitation of her voice, something Krys made a note of so she could teach him the art of 'dramatics' later, then, without warning:
"BANG!"
Krys blinked in surprise as the Emily turned into Hodgicicle. It took a moment for it all to sink in before her eyes brightened and with an awe struck smile she moved to step toward him, though she was looking right at the puppet and not at Spencer. "Whoah! How'd you do that?!" One thing about Krys, was that when it came to coworkers or friends, she was easily amused and surprised, especially when she had no idea. And she knew nothing about magic, so this amazed her.
Without warning on her own part, caught up in her own amazement, her hand jutted out to take the puppet and lifted it up. Tilting her head back and squinting she examined it before bringing it back in front of her. Krys bit down on her bottom lip, studying it. Another thing about the data analyst was that though she enjoyed surprises, she HATED not knowing how things were done. It just bugged her. And so, she always had this need to figure things out.
She held out the Hodgcicle with her right hand for Spencer to take. "Do it again." It wasn't an order but rather a fairly gentle request. Maybe if she watched him closely she could figure out how he did it. Then again that might not be able to be the case given the variety of energy drinks surging through her system that practically had her bouncing on the balls of her feet and her brown eyes moving to every member of the BAU team with different ideas coursing through her brain.
Turning her attention to Hotchner she gave a silly, almost loopy smile caught up in her childlike amazement. "Can you do that?" She asked, and it was a genuine question though a bit breathless as she pointed to the Hotch puppet that she had given back to Reid. Maybe the BAU had a requirement that you had to know magic.. It was a possibility.
"I hope you all remember the reports J.J. handed out this morning. Just because there isn't a case, doesn't mean you have nothing to do. Those files aren't going to read themselves, you know."
Krys didn't know Agent Hotchner like his team had. She had only just met him and though he did seem like a very kind man, he seemed very work oriented and she suddenly realized that, as not part of the team, she wasn't exactly helping them by being here, let alone distracting them. "Oh. I'm in the way huh?" Now feeling a bit guilty, Krys got another idea and reached into her messenger bag.
It took a moment or two of digging before she finally fished out what she was looking for. Then she moved past the desk, grabbing a few things, and then to Spencer snatching the puppet right out of his hands. And going down a line distributed each puppet to it's rightful owner without so much as a word, but rather a very precise little 'now there you go' nod.
The puppet she had grabbed out of her bag had been JJ. Yellow string for hair, a paper baby cutout in nonexistant arms. A friendly face. Handing this to Hotchner Krys gave a little wave of her finger as she explained, though it came out more as a murmur to herself. "You can give this to her when you see her."
Once she reached the end of the line she took a little step back. Shoving her hands into her jeans pocket she looked at the group with a bit of an uneven little smile and slight tilt of the head. "There." The analyst declared with another nod before falling quiet. So this had been a peace offering. Somehow, in Krys' odd logic, this would make interupting their days alright.
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Post by Derek Morgan on Jul 11, 2009 23:09:29 GMT -5
"Havent forgotten them, boss." Morgan saiid, motioning to his desk. "as much as I'd like to." "you didn't, Garcia." he motioned to the facts that shed helped make the puppets. "Fess up - whose idea were the batteries?"
Ooc// short post, on ipod. That's just me keeping myself in the conversaion- I promise I'll have a real post as soon as I get ban from DC!
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