My first story. Dont know whether to continue because currently it has no storyline and im really bad at writing. :/ Review with ideas and tell me if you want me to carry on because if i dont get reviews i wont bother. The rational part of me is telling me to delete it but the irrational part is saying that i have to publish it. Anyway enjoy...sort of.

The tall, young, slim doctor woke to the familiar sound of ringing. He switched the alarm off and read the florescent numbers which showed 6:45. He slowly slid out of bed stretching as he did so and with his eyes half open, stumbled around his room until he found the metal doorknob leading to his bathroom. He took a quick 15 minute shower, the water awaking him fully, and then grabbed his clothes which consisted of brown trousers with a black and white striped top and a black cardigan. He peeked out of his window and came to the conclusion that the weather would require a jacket so he grabbed a brown one and his brown satchel and heading to the train station.

At 7:30 he walked through the elevator doors towards the bullpen, at the behavioural analysis unit at Quantico in Virginia, and manoeuvred his way to his desk and sat down. He began to start some paper work when an object rebounded of his head followed by a high pitched giggle and a low pitched laughter. He slowly spun on his chair to see a scrunched up piece of paper on the floor and SSA Morgan and SSA Prentiss in near hysterics.

"Oh very funny guys, you did the same thing last Wednesday you know. It was immature now and it was immature then. It was a good throw though Morgan considering that if, my calculation is correct, someone opened the door at the exact time the paper left your hand and the chances tha…"

"Yeah, ok pretty boy we won't do it again for fear of lecture. Also you can't talk about immaturity, Physics magic man" interrupted Morgan.

Emily Prentiss still snickering exclaimed in defence "I didn't even do anything!"

Reid was about to retaliate when unit chief Aaron Hotchner came out of his office to break up whatever war was about to begin within his team. He had a look about him that said 'we have a new case' so the agents didn't even have to be told to get up and meet in the conference room. Reid went to get some coffee before heading there and as he entered he was pouring in the fifth sachet of sugar. Derek Morgan, a dark, muscly and handsome agent rolled his eyes at the agent he considered his little brother. Penelope Garcia, a unique, happy person, winked at her junior G-man, and Emily Prentiss, a strong, independent person, gave him a small smile. Aaron Hotchner, a stern looking man, glanced at the young genius as he sat down, considering him his surrogate son after Gideon left. Agent David Rossi watched as the young man took a long sip of his coffee, waiting for the briefing to begin. He didn't want him on these cases. The boy, although he is 31, still possesses some of his innocence which should not be taken away.

The case was one of the worse Reid had come across. The unsub was taking people of any gender, race and height and torturing them to death. He took someone every two weeks and dumped their body on the fifteenth day. The last victim was 38 year old Carrie Hilton who was on her way to pick up her son from school when she was stopped by a man asking for assistance because his car had broken down. That was the last time she had been seen. On the plane to LA, Morgan was listening to his I pod, Emily was have a heated discussion to Rossi about the government. Reid was reading and Hotch was staring out the window thinking about Jack.

They arrived at LAPD to be greeted by chief investigator Marlon Connor. He was taller than Reid a looked to be about 180 pounds made up of muscle. He was a very intimidating man who was reluctant to let the FBI to assist on the case. He didn't want them to take over his investigation but as he saw the five profilers walk in he concluded that they didn't look like typical FBI agents so hopefully they didn't act like them too.

"My name is SSA Hotchner but you can call me Hotch. These are agents Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss and Dr Reid." Hotch said routinely motioning to all of them.

"Hello, my name's detective Connor and we have set up a room for you with the biggest board we could find. I hope you find it satisfactory." Detective Connor stated.

Hotch replied "It will do just fine, we just want to inform you that we will only be assisting on the case and we only want to catch this man."

They set off for the room but as Reid walked past the man gave him a puzzled look. Reid paused knowing what questions would come next.

"Aren't you a little young to be a doctor and in the FBI." Asked Detective Connor

"I'm not a medical doctor." Answered Reid. "I have 3 doctorates in mathematics, chemistry and engineering. I have an IQ of 187. I'm sort of a genius, and I'm 31 I was recruited when I was 21. Hope that answers any questions." Reid finished speaking and waltzed off to catch up to the rest of the team. He normally wouldn't be so blunt but he was tired of getting these questions everywhere he went.

Detective Connor watched the young man walk off. He was startled by him, but at the same time he admired him for getting to the point. He liked people who got to the point without fussing. A small part of him felt strangely protective of him as well even though the rational part of him knew he was a grown man and that he had just met him.