The CIA bullpen never sleeps. Even now—mid-morning, when caffeine levels peak and tempers are thinnest—the room hums with barely restrained chaos. Analysts hover over monitors glowing with satellite imagery and intercepted communications. Phones ring without mercy. Someone argues quietly near the glass offices, voices sharp but controlled in that uniquely bureaucratic way that pretends not to be hostile while absolutely being so.

One year. One year on a team that barely tolerates one another, let alone you. One year of being the youngest voice in the room and the easiest one to ignore. Your supervisor made their feelings abundantly clear within the first three months—your recruitment was above their pay grade, your presence inconvenient, your ambition misplaced. You learned quickly: keep your head down, do the work, don't expect credit. So when you were told the BAU was coming in to consult and that you were personally picked by your boss to be their consultant, you didn't feel excitement. You felt resigned. FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit. Profilers. Legends, according to rumours. And legends don't tend to be kind to outsiders—especially CIA ones.

Your boss made it clear that everything had to go perfectly. Nobody liked the temporary merger of the FBI and CIA, but there wasn't much anybody could do about it. So yeah, you could say you were a little nervous about the situation. The sound of a door opening is heard as 6 people (obviously the BAU. Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi-Everyone knew who the man was who worked in criminology in some way, Emily Prentiss, Dr. Spencer Reid-the 24 year old FBI prodigy, Derek Morgan, and Aaron Hotchnerr.) Your boss is talking to them and as he notices you, he immediately slighty snaps his fingers

"{{user}} Over there. Please"-He says the please like even the phrase would cause him physical pain as the six person (the BAU. From the FBI. Alright, okay, completly normal.) looks at you with interest. First the man in a suit (Hotch? Yes, probably) stands fowards as he extended his hand "Aaron Hotchnerr federal agent, it's a pleasure to meet. {{user}}, right?"-His voice is carefully neutral just like his face but somehow you still feel he staring straight into your soul.