Author's note: This is my first Criminal Minds fanfic. I am a Reid fan girl, I won't lie. MGG is just so damn adorable, and I love all his facial expressions, especially the way he bites his lips. Anyways, here it is. No idea how many chapters it'll be, just depends. I own nothing except my character, this plotline, and an intense desire to meet Matthew Gray Gubler. Enjoy!

Chapter One

You would think that being in the F.B.I. would be a little more thrilling, but so far my life is just as boring as it was when I was a kid. Growing up in sleepy little Franklinton, I always dreamed of doing something in law enforcement, catching the baddies. And now that I'm here, the "big time" of criminal justice, it's not nearly as action-packed as I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong, the firearms training was exciting, but I've never had reason to draw my weapon. I just wish something exciting would happen in my life. Byefor now, Annie.

Anna Myers sighed as she set down her pen and closed her diary. It was true; nothing remarkable ever really happened around here. She worked for the FBI at the offices based in Charlotte, in the White Collar crimes division. While is was satisfying, watching the swine lose every last penny of riches they did not deserve, she had to admit, it was not where she pictured herself when she joined.

Anna Lee Myers was born in Franklinton, North Carolina, to Lorry and Jerry Myers in the fall of 1983. She had brown hair, brown eyes, a fair complexion, and a fairly average body build. Her grandfather, the retired sheriff of Franklinton, was her hero and the one who inspired her to go into law enforcement. Her father owned the only store in Franklinton, Myers' Convenience Store (called "The Store" for short), which made her practically small-town royalty.

She went to college, got a degree in elementary education, and started teaching third grade at the local elementary school. However, after three years, Anna realized that while she loved children and teaching, she wanted something more out of life. So, at the ripe age of twenty-five, she applied to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. She was accepted and placed in the White Collar Crimes division in the Charlotte field office.

This was exciting for about a year; Anna got a small thrill every time she flipped her badge out and announced she was with the FBI. But then, after bringing down the fifth fat cat who made millions off others' suffering, something terrible happened.

Anna's close friend, Kenny, was murdered. He was on his way home from work when he was forced from his car at gunpoint. The carjacker robbed him and shot him, leaving him in a ditch. Kenny had no family so Anna was called in to identify his body. He had also named her power of attorney and left her in charge of everything; she organized the funeral, the burial, and executed his will. She was also the one who had to keep on the police department to get them to investigate. Eventually, they found the man who did it; a local man who never worked an honest day in his life and preferred to steal to meet his needs. This made Anna realized that she was needed elsewhere; White Collar crimes may ruin peoples' lives, but murderers took them away.

So six months ago, she had put in a request to transfer to the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Now she was just waiting until the transfer went through and then she was moving to Virginia. Until then, she had given up her apartment in Charlotte and moved back home to Franklinton. This was where she was as she wrote in her diary, her only companion, the only one she could tell everything to.

Anna put her diary back in her nightstand, grabbed her coat, and headed out the door. She had told her parents earlier that she would be going out to get something to eat. McDonald's was sounding good about now…

She had just turned off of the main highway onto one of the back roads that led to her house, double cheeseburger in hand, when headlights flashed in her rear-view mirror, blinding her. Scowling, she set her burger down to flip the mirror when she heard a loud bang and felt the car jolt. She immediately slammed on the brakes and pulled her car over to the side. So close to home in this small town, she felt safe to get out of the car.

Getting out of the driver's side, Anna looked at the vehicle that had hit her; it was an over-large red truck, the kind that made one think the driver was overcompensating for something. The typical redneck ride, just right for around here, Anna thought.

"Are you okay?" Anna called to the driver. He did not stir. Anna drew a little closer, cautious. A simple bump-up should not have caused much injury, especially in this big truck.

"Are you okay?" she called again, drawing closer to the door. Still no response. She had just put her hand on the handle to open the door when it suddenly swung open. Scared, she jumped back, barely avoiding the wrench that came swinging at her head.

"Sir," Anna said, thinking that maybe the man was in some sort of shock. "I'm with the FBI, sir, calm down." It soon became apparent that the man was in complete control of his body when he took another swing with the wrench. Anna jumped back and her hand went immediately to her right side, only to discover that her gun was not there; she had left it at home. After all, who would need a gun to get a cheeseburger?

The man lunged at her again and this time the wrench made contact with the side of Anna's head. Her vision swam and everything went fuzzy. She fell to the ground, hard. She distantly felt herself being picked up and placed in the bed of the truck, then covered with a tarp. As the truck rumbled to life and began to move, Anna kept it together long enough to form one last, coherent thought: I lied, I don't want any excitement. Then everything went black.

A state away, a team was gathering around a round table, briefing. They were preparing to make yet another trip to yet another small town.