I realize that I have failed to properly describe Catie's appearance, so I will do so. I sort of wanted you guys to picture what she looks like on your own, first. Also, I apologize for the long wait between updates. Geometry got in the way.

The waiter brought back the team's drinks and a descent sized basket of breadsticks. There was some idle chit-chat among the group; what shows they watched last night, where they wanted to go next weekend- things like that. All the while, the team was analyzing Catie Pierce.

Her rich, mocha- colored hair, which had a slight wave to it and heavy bangs, cascaded a couple inches down past her shoulders. It was in contrast to her fair face. Her cerulean eyes drifted to those around her, but averted eye contact as much as possible. They fit right in with the small sprinkling of tiny freckles on her nose. Her height was taller than the average woman; at 5' 11'', she was the same height David Rossi.

"So, Catie," Penelope Garcia spoke a little louder than the others to gain their attention. "Tell us something exciting."

Catie looked up suddenly. "Um, in 2010 the average U.S. citizen consumed 2.54 gallons of wine."

"Oh, honey," Garcia shook her head. "That's not exciting. Something personal; you know, with human interest."

"Actually, that statistic does have-"Spencer Reid started to say, but was silenced by looks from his colleagues.

Catie gave Reid a look of sympathy before trying again in hopes of pleasing Garcia.

"I've met with the president for brunch. Is that what you would consider exciting?"

"What?" "Really?" "Why?" " What did you do?" Were the comments from around the table.

"Our whole team was invited. It wasn't so great," Catie said, suddenly becoming engrossed with her breadstick.

"Well, we all think that it's pretty great," Aaron Hotchner commented. "Was he nice?"

"He was nice enough for the fact that he already had eaten before we arrived, he was tired, I had the hiccups the whole time, and it was raining outside. And we were seven minutes late."

"That sounds like you had a great time," JJ teased. "So, what team were you part of?"

"Yeah, what exactly did you do that you earned brunch with the president?" Derek Morgan asked.

"I'm not supposed to say who/ what I was working for at the time of the meeting," Catie said like a brainwashed militant.

That answer did not satisfy Morgan. "Come on, not even-" Rossi interrupted him.

"Morgan, don't. It would be best if you didn't pry. If she wanted you to know, she would have told you, but it seems that she is unable to due to things we shouldn't be concerned with."

"Thank you, sir," Catie thanked Rossi.

The food arrived just then. There was a slight bit of confusion as the plates were passed to the appropriate diner.

Garcia stole a bit of Morgan's mound of pasta and seafood causing him to playfully snatch a bite of her food. Catie leaned over to Reid.

"Um, are those two always like that?" She whispered.

"Don't worry; you'll get used to it," Reid whispered back. He turned to JJ.

"So JJ; how's Henry?"

"Henry's great, Spence," JJ responded, happy to tell about her young son. "Henry is my four year old son," JJ said looking at Catie. "His newest fascination is with bunny rabbits."

"Are you going to get him one?" Reid asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure. If it stays at his uncle Spence's house," JJ said with all seriousness.

"Then, that would be a no, I take it," Reid replied.

"Aw, come one, man. You wouldn't want to break the little guy's heart, would you?" Morgan remarked.

"We're a loving family here," Rossi told Catie with a smile.

"That I don't doubt," she replied.

"Jack's soccer team finally won a game the other day," Hotch said to no one in particular.

"Wow, you must be pretty proud of him, Hotch," JJ said.

"Jack is my seven year old son," Hotch informed Catie.

"How old are you, Catie," Morgan asked.

"I'm thirty years, three months," Catie informed him.

There was a pause before Garcia randomly blurted, "Are you married, Catie?"

Catie gave a small laugh. "No. I'm not married, why?"

"Oh, well, I didn't think so. I just wondered. No particular reason."

"You're the technical analyst, correct?" Catie asked. Garcia nodded. "Then why didn't you just look that information up?"

"I thought it would make better conversation," Garcia noted. "Which can be useful when trying to make friends."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I was simply stating a fact," Catie replied coolly.

"So, what are you planning to do once we get some sort of day off?" Rossi asked, trying to change the subject.

"Probably finish unpacking the last of my boxes. Then maybe go through my book collection and see which ones I can give away," Catie answered.

"What titles do you have in your current collection?" Reid asked becoming suddenly interested in the conversation.

"Oh, you know; all of the general classics. Then there are-" Catie answered before she got cut off.

Reid scrunched his eyebrows in concentration. "Do you like poetry?"

"Um, yeah. I find poetry quite interesting. I have twenty-six anthologies on poetry at the moment, thirty-one on classical literature. I also have many first editions, including stage productions," Catie continued.

"Stage productions?" Garcia questioned.

"Yes. I was part of a youth music and drama company from ages four to fourteen. I didn't renew my contract because of college, and well, you know..." Catie explained, trailing off.

"You were very good," Rossi commented. When Catie looked confused, he continued. "I came back to see you in The Broadway Café. You played the part of Percy; especially considering what you were going through. "

"I didn't know that you came to that," Catie said softly and a bit stunned.

"Could you hand me another breadstick?" Morgan interrupted.

"Derek, this is your seventh," Reid noted.

"That's only three more than you," Morgan replied as Reid handed him the breadstick basket.

"I have a lot of sauce on my plate!" Reid exclaimed. He turned to Catie. "What is one of your favorite poems?"

"The Unknown Citizen by W.H. Auden," Catie stated without having to think about it.

"Oh, that's an interesting choice," Reid said, going off on another one of his tangents. "It actually..."

About an hour later, the team had finished their meal and dessert.

"Shall we go and pay?" Hotch said. The team got up and retrieved their things from the coat rack, except for Reid and Catie, who were still in deep conversation about literature.

"Are you two ready? The rest of us are leaving," Hotch told them.

"What? Oh, uh, right Hotch," Reid said a bit startled. "We'll just be a second."

"Something tells me that those two hit it off well," Morgan commented once Hotch rejoined the team.

"Yeah, it's nice to see that Reid has a friend," Hotch agreed.

"Was it just me or were those two sitting closer together as the night went on?" Rossi asked to no one in particular.

"Oh, so that wasn't just me?" JJ asked.

"I think that they'd be cute together. They could have little baby geniuses!" Garcia put in.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, Garcia," JJ warned. "They may not even like each other."

"Listen JJ, I may not be a profiler, but I know googly eyes when I see them," Garcia replied.

"What's going on guys?" Reid asked as he and Catie joined the group to pay for their supper.

"We were just saying how glad we are that you're joining the team, Catie," Morgan covered.

"How much do you want to beat that that's not what they were discussing?" Catie whispered to Reid while the others were paying.

Meanwhile, Garcia was whispering to JJ and Morgan. "I'll do a little research on our new friend tomorrow."

"All right everyone," Hotch said as the team was dispersing to their cars. "Tomorrow at seven; we've got a case. Get some rest."

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