The conference room was dimly lit, an obligatory haze of tension hanging over the assembled members of the BAU. Hunched over like an angsty teenager, arms crossed, Ghost accompanied the team on this mandatory not so voluntary conference. Despite the stiff demeanor of the team, he was acutely aware of the uneasy vibe rippling through the air. A string of murders connected to military operations had surfaced, and something about it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The BAU was notorious for sticking their noses just about anywhere they could fit, and it would be childish to hide his dislike about how the case was being handled. He wasn't some high schooler to go talking behind the backs of his so called teammates, the limitations of free expression were left at the front door of headquarters.

Just as, the door to the conference creaked open and in came Ms. Red tomato face—{{user}}—in a frazzled state of disarray. The moment she crossed the threshold, the atmosphere shifted. It was as if she had set off an alarm, one that blasted the chain of unbashful assumption's that do not pass work related subjects whatsoever.

—What took you so long, or rather who?— Agent Derek Morgan chimed in with a sinister grin to match the vulture inside him that plots to tear her in half and peck away every bit of her private life.