For Aoife, feel free to ignore if not her.

[jadelyntate]

01- First Day
Kimberly Hart looked around the bullpen curiously. Fresh out of the Graduate Program at Yale (courtesy of one overly guilty absent father) and she'd been accepted to work at the Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI. Her specialties were biochemistry and Psychological Forensics. She'd gotten the job based on her graduate thesis on the latter and how it ties in with athletic criminals (ie OJ though she'd never named him because she knew better).

Technically, there were no opening in the BAU but Director Strauss wanted her anyway. She'd been very specific about that and Kim had a feeling there was ulterior motives there. She honestly had no idea what they could possibly be though.

02 – First Meeting
The first person Kim met from her new team wasn't the unit chief; it was a gangly young man with a mop of hair that was either a very light brown or a dark blonde.

“Dr. Spencer Reid,” he introduced himself. “I can maybe help you to find where you're supposed to go.”

“Actually, I'm where I'm supposed to be,” she smiled. “Director Strauss assigned me to your team. Kimberly Hart.”

His response had confirmed that either no one on the team had known she was coming or Agent Hotchner hadn't gotten a chance to tell them yet.

03 - Specialties
Hotchner had come by before she and the young doctor could do more than smile awkwardly at each other.

“Everyone, this is Kimberly Hart,” Agent Hotcher said, waving at the group. They eyed her and she just knew they were profiling even if they didn't mean to. “Director Strauss has assigned her to us.”

“I wasn't aware we were getting a new member,” a dark haired woman said. “Elle Greenaway. My specialty is in sexual offense crimes.”

“I have MA's in Biochemistry and psychological forensics,” Kim smiled. “I'm working on my PhD cause there is no way Tommy's getting one and I'm not.”

“Tommy?” Spencer asked, head tilted. She smiled wryly.

“Ex boyfriend I'm still close to,” she answered. “He managed to get a doctorate in paleontology. None of his friends are entirely sure how.”

04 – Lethal weapon
It didn't take a genius to know that, besides Spencer, none were entirely pleased to be getting a new member out of the blue. Agent Hotchner in particular made it clear he wasn't happy with the idea.

“Just one question,” Agent Morgan asked. “How do you plan on keeping up with us? Physically, I mean. You're so tiny.”

“Haven't you ever heard good things come in small packages?” she asked him, head tilted.

“So you think you're a good thing,” he noted.

“Oh, I think I'm a great thing,” she told him. “Do you know what an ariel is?”

There was silence a moment. “A Disney princess?” Morgan finally asked. She snorted.

“What about a quad twist? A triple pike?”

“Those are gymnastics moves,” Spencer noted. At the funny looks he was getting, he shrugged. “I read a book about it once.”

“You're a gymnast,” Morgan realized.

“I also have three black belts.” She smiled mischievously. “My body is a lethal weapon.”

05- Don't Sneak Up On Kimberly
Morgan remained skeptical about her ability to take care of herself for exactly two weeks. Then, while in Oregon the unsub they'd been hunting thought she and Reid would be easy targets.

He was wrong and would probably never have kids.

“Pretty good, Reid,” Morgan clapped the younger man on the shoulder. Kimberly, who had a minor cut on her neck, shot him a dirty look. “Looks like all your self-defense training finally kicked in.”

“I...I didn't do anything,” Reid stuttered. Morgan frowned. “Kimberly...It all happened so fast. She took him down before I realized what was happening.”

The group all looked at her. She shrugged, ignoring the muttered curse from the EMT treating her. “Don't try and sneak up on me,” she advised with a smirk. “Besides the fact its incredibly difficult to do, I have a bad habit of hitting first and asking questions later to those who manage it.”

06 – Running joke
After that, Morgan tried every tactic he knew to sneak up on her unnoticed. He failed every time.

It became a running joke in the office and among the team. Morgan was constantly coming up with new, “better” ways of sneaking up on her. He tried getting her distracted (she'd dumped a cup of water on him); he tried sneaking around corners (she tripped him); he tried having her earwig malfunction (she started singing a on-the-spot song about him not being stealthy). Eventually, it got to the point where he tried putting laundry clips on her skirts (she spent a day collecting them as he attempted and then stuck them all over his cubicle) or poking her (she'd lost count of the number of times she'd slapped his hand away without looking).

The rest of the team thought it was hilarious. Even Hotchner had kept quiet about their little game, mostly, she suspected, because he occasionally gave Morgan ideas.

She didn't mind though; she had JJ and Elle and she knew Reid was playing both sides.

07 - Garcia
The first time Kim met Garcia was in the bullpen. She was alone, getting caught up on paperwork, and Garcia had come looking for Morgan. After not finding him, she'd stopped by Kimberly's desk.

“I'm Penelope Garcia, you must be—is that William Cranston? CEO and founder of Lone Wolf Technology?” Garcia had zeroed in on her cork board, which was covered in pictures of her friends. One of them was the “professional” portrait Billy's financial advisor had insisted on. To the man's utter dismay, Billy had given all the original copies to his friends instead of possible business allies.

“I just call him Billy,” Kim told the blonde, eyes crinkled. “And yes, it is.”

“His work is just...how do you know him?”

Kim hid a smile; Garcia had the same look Kim's teenage neighbor got when discussing the Jonas Brothers. “Jason, Billy, and I were known as the 3 Musketeers back when we were kids.” She paused a moment and then added wryly, “And sometimes we were called the three wise monkey's.”

08 - Trust
For the first month she was at the BAU, Hotchner and Gideon rarely paired Kimberly up with Reid. Her ability to take care of herself not withstanding, Reid was the baby of the group and thus, the most protected. They didn't know her well enough and didn't trust her well enough to put her in a position to keep Reid out of trouble.

There was a reason Reid had been given “an accident looking for someplace to happen” t-shirt on April Fools day. The guy was the team whipping boy—he got in more trouble than the rest of them combined.

So she understood the significance when, while in New Hampshire, Hotch had told her and Reid to check out the second crime scene. Alone. Unattended.

Reid had no idea why she'd smiled their entire stay.

09 – Telling Off
She hadn't even hesitated. Reid had just finished giving an overview of the unsub and their profile and the rest of the team were answering questions. One of the officers had come over and was eying Reid, who was talking animatedly to a group of confused looking men and women.

“How do you stand that?” he asked lowly. Kim frowned at the man.

“Excuse me?”

“He should be stuck in an office someplace and leave the real police work to the professionals,” the man said. He snorted. “Probably doesn't even know the right end of a gun barrel.”

Kim slapped him. “Never,” she said quietly in the suddenly silent room. “Insult a member of my team again. Especially since the member in question has saved more lives than your entire office combined and is here to pull your ass outta the fire.”

The FBI members, after hearing her words, went back to answering the police officers questions. The man huffed off, glowering at her as he stalked off. She caught Hotch's eye and smiled at the approval she saw there.

10 - Gideon
Out of every one on the team, it was Gideon, ironically enough, she understood the best. If there was one thing humanity was good at it was coming up with sick and twisted ways of killing each other. She understood that there was only so much one person could take until it got to be too much. Her breaking point as a ranger had been getting her coin stolen and her powers forcibly drawn from her body. If not for that experience, she probably wouldn't have gone to Florida, even with the support the others had shown her. She'd never told anyone but the feelings invoked when thinking on it—it was like how she suspected rape victims felt. Unclean. Shameful. Violated.

So she understood breakdowns.

11 – Going to Florida
“Kim,” JJ came over to her desk and dropped off a file. It was suspiciously thick, making Kim's stomach turn. “Read up. We're heading out in ten minutes.”

“What's the situation?” she asked. She'd technically been on her day off but had been called in by Hotch. She hadn't gotten there in time for the team briefing which meant she had to play catch-up on the plane.

“A bunch of teenage girls have gone missing in Tallahassee,” the liaison answered. She paused. “Hotch wants you to lead this one.”

Kim felt a flutter of panic in her stomach. She'd been on the team two months and Hotch had never put her on tap to lead which meant either he was testing her or he thought she knew something that would help the case.

She flipped open the file, read the first two paragraphs, and felt all the blood leave her face.

The missing teenage girls were all gymnasts.

12 – Beginning
“Kimberly.”

Kim bit her lip at Hotch's simple call, forcing the panic attempting to crawl its way up her throat back down. She could do this. None of them knew how well known she was in the gymnastics community but she could do this.

She hoped.

“Gymnastics is surprisingly cut-throat sport,” she told the group. “The unsub could be either a pedophile with a thing for athletic and nubile girls or a competitor or coach who's lost it. It could also be a deranged fan. The possibilities, at this point, are a bit endless. I'll know more once I get a chance to review the file.”

“Could it be a fellow gymnast?” Morgan asked and Kim silently cursed the fact the team knew how to read each other—they knew what Hotch was doing and were helping. Which sucked for her.

“It is possible the unsub is a gymnast who was either denied entrance to a specific gym, to be be coached by someone, or who just lost a competition and wants payback,” she agreed.

13 – Gymnasts
“What gym are they from? And what are their names?” Kim had the file in hand but was waiting until they got to the cruising altitude before she actually opened it.

“Theresa Larson disappeared first,” Morgan answered. “Followed by Rachel Smith, Anna Marks, Hilary Jillian, and the latest news came that Yvonne Parsacks has disappeared as well.”

Kim paled as the list came out. Naturally, they all noticed. “You know something?” Gideon asked. She swallowed; it didn't help.

“I know them,” she croaked. “I trained with them back when they were still junior gymnasts. They're all elite level now. Its pretty much a forgone conclusion that Yvonne and Hilary will place high at nationals in two months.”

“You trained with them?” Hotch asked and she nodded. “You were trained by Gunther Schmidt?”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I started with him when I was seventeen. Stayed until I retired five years ago. Yvonne and Hilary are still at his gym last I heard but Theresa and Anna are with Carmichael now and Rachel is with a private coach who works only with her. Those are the only elite coaches in Florida.”

14 – The Victims
Theresa had been taken on her way to practice. Rachel on her way to school. Anna had been at the gas station with her mother when she disappeared. Hilary had been at the gym late, waiting for a ride when she vanished from the lobby. Same with Yvonne.

There had been no contact to the police or families. Schmidt had held a press conference, pleading for the girls, all five of them, back safe and sound. Still no word.

Then, just before Yvonne was taken, a picture of the girls had surfaced at the police station. Laying on the ground, gagged and with their hands and feet tied, thy were arranged in the disturbing image of a smile (one girl was the nose). There was no accompanied note but the picture, time stamped, indicated the girls were still alive as of yesterday morning.

She remembered the girls, so energetic and completely in love with the sport. Seeing the picture had made her more determined than ever to catch this SOB and put him away for as long as she possibly could.

15 – Not the Person You Want
Kim waited until they were close to midway through the plane trip, having read the file twice, before approaching Hotch and Gideon.

“I know you want me to lead but that might not be a good idea,” she told them bluntly. The cabin was quiet so she knew everyone could hear despite the way they tried to hide it.”

“You're a former gymnast and you know the victims,” Gideon pointed out. “Its an area of expertise we don't have.”

“That's not what I'm worried about,” she told him. “This is gonna have the media all over it. Elite gymnasts being taken? The entire sports community will be paying attention. Adding me to the mix as a lead FBI agent would be like churning the waters.”

“Why?” That was Hotch.

“You can't tell me you didn't check me out before I arrived,” she said, eyebrow raised.

“I never read the file,” he admitted lowly. “I decided to wait and see.”

Kim was silent a moment, contemplating that. “I'm famous,” she finally told him.

“Famous?” JJ asked, frowning. Kim smiled wryly.

“Kinda happens when you medal at the Olympics.”