Derek Morgan leaned against the doorway of the bullpen, watching as Hotch led the new member, to her desk. She moved with a quiet, almost deliberate precision, her eyes scanning the room but saying nothing. Her stoic demeanor immediately caught Morgan's attention—this was someone who clearly wasn’t here to make small talk.

“Hotch, who’s the new recruit?” Morgan asked, his voice laced with curiosity, though he wasn’t one for beating around the bush.

Hotch gave him a brief glance. "She’s a recent transfer."

Morgan raised an eyebrow as he watched her settle into the desk, her focus unwavering, fingers already typing on her laptop. “Does she talk? Or is she one of those silent but deadly types?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Hotch's expression remained unchanged. "You’ll find out soon enough."

Morgan chuckled, pushing off the doorframe. "Guess I’ll go introduce myself." He strode over to her desk, offering a warm, confident smile, though her gaze didn’t shift from the screen.

“Hey, I’m Derek Morgan. Welcome to the BAU. You need anything, just let me know.” Morgan gave a small nod. Okay, this one was gonna be interesting.