CINNACinna's phone vibrated with a text as he rode the elevator to the BAU floor. He was unable to check the message, however, as he carried a stack of at least twenty potential case files, topped with contracts for his new house, a piping hot mug of coffee and the paperwork for the new agent starting in the BAU today. Cinna could already feel a migraine coming on as he kicked his office door open and slid the teetering stack of paper onto his desk. Cinna took a few painkillers with his coffee as he reviewed the paperwork for the new agent. Five doctorates, can speak eleven languages ... how old is she again? TWENTY THREE? What the hell? Completely lost in the paperwork, Cinna started and slopped coffee all over his annoying sister's wedding photo when he heard a knock on his office door. JESSEJesse knocked on Cinna's office door and gave a laugh as the team leader jumped, spilling coffee all over his desk. "A little jumpy today, hey, Cinna?" he teased. Cinna scowled. "Shut up." Jesse laughed again and stepped into the office. "What're you looking at?" he asked, noticing the heavy-looking file his boss held. "Have we got a new case? Did Hadrian hack the Pentagon again? Are those his charges?" Cinna snickered. "No, I don't think he's been caught again," said Cinna. "No, this is the paperwork for the new agent starting today." "Oh, yeah, I forgot. We're getting a newbie today." "Take a look at her paperwork -- you'll be shocked, I promise." Jesse read a small part of the paperwork, and his eyes shot up. "Wow. Twenty-three, and she's got five doctorates?" "And she speaks eleven languages," nodded Cinna. Jesse felt mixed emotions; both surprise and anticipation. But mostly fear; anyone who graduated from high school early enough to earn a doctorate before they could legally drink was sure to be a force to be reckoned with. WRENWren followed the directions given to her by the receptionist in the lobby to her new boss's office. A tornado of emotions raged inside her; fear, nervousness, excitement, pride, success. She couldn't wait to get straight to work, to throw herself into the career she had been pursuing since the age of twelve. Two men stood in the office, one reading some paperwork and the other mopping coffee from his expensive-looking suit. Wren politely knocked on the door. Two pairs of eyes shot up to meet hers. Both men were quite good-looking, thought obviously far too old for her. They both looked to be in their thirties; she was twenty-three. "Can I help you?" the man in the suit asked. "Um, yes, I think so," said Wren, stepping into the office with her small cardboard box of office supplies. "Are you SSA Closs?" "Yes, that's me. Please call me Cinna," said the suited man -- Cinna, Wren mentally corrected herself. "Are you Dr Ollivers?" "Yes, that's me," said Wren breathlessly, sitting her box on the floor in order to shake Cinna's hand. "Well, welcome to the team," said Cinna. "Dr Ollivers -- " "Wren. Please just call me Wren." "Alright, Wren. Wren, this is SSA Jesse Cray," said Cinna, gesturing to the other man. Jesse Cray smiled widely and offered his hand to Wren. Wren took it. "Nice to meet you, Jesse." "Likewise, Wren." Wren could see the millions of questions swimming behind Jesse's eyes -- How did you graduated so early? and the likes. "Well, Wren, we'd better introduce you to the rest of the team," said Cinna. He and Jesse left the room. Wren scooped up her box and followed.