So he could speak.

Chione gave the agent a smile. "Nice to meet you Kale."

She let out a soft sigh as he got up and started pacing. Deciding not to add to his agitation, she turned her attention to the others at the table. That was when she noticed it and her head whipped over to her other side, a grin splitting her face as she reached out with one hand and pointed at the sleeve of the suit that the Muscle-man adorned. "That suit has some definite snappyness to it."

She shot a grin over her shoulder at Spencer. "And I know it's not a word, but really."

Her hand made a small thump on the table as she pointed at it again, this time her gesture including the whole up-do; tie and all. "You have to admit it's very smart."

Of course he could speak. Kale thought, he just chose not to. Speaking is for those of weak minds. Those who can't use their minds to communicate. Kale thought he would try again to reach her using occlumen. 'Reach out to me with you mind' Kale hoped he was able to implant the thought into her head. It was his goal for this team and well as with all the other teams he has worked with to be able to hold an entire meeting/conversation with out actually speaking aloud. It made the suspects nervous and jittery. And that's how Kale liked them, it made their minds easy to break into. He wondered how many others in this room were gifted as he with Occlumens, not many, he thought to himself he had spend his entire life thus far practicing them.

Dr. Spencer Reid walked nervously down the hall towards his first meeting with his new team. The enitre time, clutching the shoulderstrap of his messenger bag so tightly his knuckles turned white. He was never one to make a good first impression. If he tried to be himself, he came off as cocky, arrogant and too-smart-for-his-own-good. But if he played it down, and simply clamed up, he came off as cocky, arrogant, and too-smart-for-his-own-good. Either way, it didn't end well, especially if there were women around, then he just became a stuttering mess. You'd think I'd have decent people skills, all things considering... He thought to himself as he approached the correct door.

Stepping inside, Spencer removed the essenger bag from his shoulder, straightened out his sweater vest and tie, and sat down quietly at the large round table. He looked up at the other two... Go figure women. Ugh, not good morning to forget his coffee on the counter of his apartment. He gave a quick, nervous smile. "Morning." He Managed to say without too much effort or anxiety. He glanced away again, looking to the door, praying someone else would arrive soon.

Chione jumped a little as yet another thought came through her mind, snapping her eyes to the man pacing along the perimeter of the room. Usually, it took a lot to upset her, but this was quickly irritating her.

Before she could catch herself she released a powerful, defensive thought throughout her entire being, as her fingers went back to touch the ring. 'You want to speak Agent Plum, do so in person and stop meddling in my mind.' Seriously, it was her sacred and safe place and hers alone.

Casting her eyes back down on her coffee mug, she fiddled with the silver band, letting her frustration and irritation fall back.

Kale had gotten through to her and forced to to break through with her mind. Score one for Agent Plum he thought, but he could also tell she was getting angry with him for being in her mind. He had a habit of doing that and then pushing people far far away from him. Best to let her be....for now. Kale turned his attention back to his parchement and told the quill to make note that they woman had spoken through her mind, there was potential in her at least. Kale felt triumphant, like he had a vicotry, he felt his eyes shift, probally back to blue, or maybe even green (something they didn't achieve very often, not even went he solved a case).

Shuffling between her shoulderbag, file folder snagged under her arm and two coffee trays, Chione wondered why she didn't put the folder in her backpack. It would have been the smart thing to do before she got off the bus, but she had been too busy dancing in her seat as she listened to a remixed salsa. She had been so enthralled in the music she had almost missed her stop and had to scramble to get through the doors before they closed on her. It didn't really matter though; she was here now, all in one peice.

Managing to hike up her shoulderpack to adjust its weight so it was not falling down her arm, Chione poked her head around the doorframe and into the room she suspected was where the first meeting was to take place. "Hello? Agent Vasquez?"

It was a fleeting thought as to whether formal wizard robes were required for the meeting as he gaze wandered briefly over the woman who she assumed was in charge. A mental shrug told her it was too late to change out of the black, light cargo jacket, teal t-shirt and simple jeans, and instead her blue eyes flicked to the other two occupants of the room. Smiling warmly she poked the coffee around the corner of the doorframe with her head. "I has brought coffee."

Okay, so Melanie was already spacing out and by now had totally forgotten that she just spoke to her boss, probably in the least inviting way as possible for the woman. Oh well, she would get used to Melanie just like everyone else did. Leaning back in her chair, she lifted her legs and set them on the side of her chair, crossing her feet, and watching everyone else come in. So, there was a Chione Raewen who, she had to admit, was very beautiful, a Spencer Reid who looked extremely uncomfortable, a weird guy who she got the weird thought that his name popped up in her mind as a Kale Plum?, and wow, that other guy definitely had some muscle. This totally wasn't like her last job she had.

Ah! It was going to be brilliant and such a fun time! She could barely keep her excitement and spotting the coffee, she was just about to raise her hand to gesture the Chione over when she stopped herself. She definitely didn't need coffee at the moment since she was trying to cut back. There were already too many complaints about her behavior, she didn't need the caffeine of coffee to be running through her system. You know, give people a bad impression about her...Pfft. Like she gave bad first impressions. Wait, actually she did... Oh well.

Taking a deep breathe, she smiled at everyone, not noticing that a few people brought bags and paperwork. The thought of bringing something never occured to her. Just the fact that she was here on time still surprised her. "Hey everyone!" Melanie said, waving slightly and keeping the giggle deeeep inside herself while swinging her legs. "I'm Melanie Silvar."

Thor Caer didn't like being late. He only had one suit to wear and thats the one he wore. Ever since Hogwarts and his old days on the force he hadn't really payed attention to his wardrobe. Coffee. He wanted coffee. Walking down the hall toward Vasquez's office he thought to himself, Rita Vasquez? Doesn't sound like my type. Doesn't matter, as long as the cases he had to solve were.
"Agent Vasquez?" He said in his slightly Irish accented english. He walked into the office, "Thor Caer reporting in for duty, but not without my friggin first cup of coffee."

The other woman that had been seated before her finally spoke up, drawing Chione out of her round-about thoughts of slight uncomfortableness at Kale's behavior and her eyes up to the one that had spoken. A smile crossed her face again at the relaxed nature of Melanie and she couldn't help but give an enthusiastic wave. "Morning Melanie."

She pointed to Spencer, who didn't seem to be one for making conversation with people he didn't know, "this is Spencer Reid." Her thumb jabbed in the direction of the Pacing-man, "that's Kale Plum." She pointed at Muscle-man, frowning a little, "I still don't know your name..." Shaking her head with a smile she turned back to the other woman, "And I'm Chione Raewen."

Chione was about to engage in further conversation, when another man walked into the room and demanded a cup of coffee. A grin broke out on her face as she pulled one of the many cups left from the paper holder and spun around in her chair to offer it to him; he looked like he could use a cup of coffee. "I has brought coffee."

Least to say, she was relieved that everyone seemed to have the same morning craving as she did.

Idiots!!! Especially Mr. Arrogant was...She looked up when the door opened revealing a young woman she had not seen before and her expression was empty till that woman yelled her a greeting. 'What is this joy in the morning?'. Rita hated mornings because she had to leave her comfortable bed which she already was able to find scarce times to rest in. ''Good morning'' she mouthed trying not to snap at the woman as she settled herself down right next to her. She did not know her after all but she was surely going to learn. ''Indeed, i am. Agent Silvar'' she tapped on the folders of information about her new agents resting on her desk.

And the next moment the door was opened again as another agent walked in. Good thing that they were not all the late type and good thing this one seemed to be silent, maybe too silent, but silent anyway and silence was something she liked in the mornings at her office. ''Morning to you too, Agent Reid'' and the moment she finished that sentence others had started to drop in as well.

Rita had to fight the urge to wince sarcastically as another 'happy in the morning girl' walked inside, ah, at least she had brought coffee which was a good thing and when she attempted to get one, Agent Vasquez got completely distracted by the muscular man that had walked in. He was...huge which would come in handly for maybe he could kick that Mr. Arrogant for him, he he, he'd definitely freak out at the sight of this man. Now her morning was getting better.

Or was she wrong about it....With narrowed eyes she watched every single act of that Agent Raewen who managed to surprise...no not surprise...managed haunt her with her...What! WHAT! Did she just touch Agent Reid???!!! Haunting the man even more... This was definitely not something she could tolerate in her office! So she stood up in a sudden firmly, still staring at that pretty woman enjoying herself in her conversation with Reid. Then she passed to the other new arrival silent agent who had dropped a paper on her desk before he sat down on a chair in the corner. Was not she giving up? It was obvious that Rita was going to have a hard time with this pretty face maybe she was a joke put by the director himself.

She walked to the empty cork board on the wall opposite the door where everyone could see her, the grumpy expression still on her face replaced with a more agressive one each time she witnessed the mess in her office. She again only nodded at the man, Agent Caer, while the anger rose higher and higher inside her reaching its peak when Agent Raewen said 'I has brought coffee' the third time.

''ENOUGH!!!''

She shouted staring at everyone with her still narrowed eyes. ''If you can excuse me, Agent Raewen, from your touching everyone morning ceremony, i want everyone's attention''

Chione nearly jumped out of her seat with the sudden and rather obnoxious vocalization from the front of the room. Luckily she remained a good hold on the coffee she was offering to the latest newcomer, and kept from spilling it all over her hand.

Swivling her head around to the front of the room where Agent Silvar stood looking as mad as a hornet, Chione blinked. The woman hadn't appeared particularly jolly when she had first come to the room, but she hadn't expected her to be so...touchy.

Letting out a small sigh, she passed the coffee off to the newcomer, before turning back around in her chair, putting her hands back around her own mug. "My apologies, Agent Vasquez, I was only attempting to get to know my fellow commrades."

Agent Silvar, in her opinion, could have at least polietly asked for attention; she requested of them to sit quietly and wait, and frankly, Chione found that rather pointless, especially when meeting a new team. And she didn't see how shaking hands and giving out coffee classified as 'touching everyone morning ceremony'.Just because the woman had a bad morning or her milk had turned sour, didn't mean she had to bring it to the office. Actually, as far as she could remember, work code dictated differently.

Letting out a small sigh, Chione regarded the senior agent with a gaze and posture of respect, to let the woman know there was nothing personal in her actions or disrespect in her intentions. It was an effort not to flick Kale a warning glance not to go anywhere near her thoughts, but Agent Silvar wanted their attention, so she would recieve it.

Kale felt Agent Vasquez's temper rising. He forsaw many things she would like to do to them all, but she resisted. Kale saw that he was going to like this new boss. He froze and she shouted 'enough' at them all and returned to his seat. He was antsy and ready to start their new project. He needed to get out of the room with so many wondering thought and meaningless miniscule futures. The lady who had brought coffee was giong to forget her shoulderbag when she left the room. Muscle man was going to trip of his own shoe lace. Some times being a seer was more than Kale could handle. He needed a big case to focus all his engery on. Then and only then could he block out is co-workers. Kale decided it was best not to use occlumens on the new boss just yet. Better give her the stage and let her brief them all on the case then to 'read' her mind doing it. Occlumens gave him an unfair advantage, but Kale wouldn't have it any other way.

Oliver was sipping away in silent bliss at his coffee (though there was sugar in it, which he wasn't entirely a fan of), and listening to the chatter around him. Friendly young woman, that Chione. Agent Raewen. Whichever.

He was about to introduce himself when Agent Vasquez moved to the cork board. And then she bellowed at them. He blinked and sat up in his chair a little, setting his coffee cup down for the time being. Business already?

With one hand in her pocket she brought herself to get to work now.After that little boy had finally unlocked himself from the bathroom door from the house next door,she had managed to get to the place she needed to be.Running late,like what,fifteen minutes.She was slightly nervous,to say the least. She glanced over her shoulder at the passing people.She was always like this,wondering through the street.She had always been a cautious person. She had been taught to be cautious.She needed to be on her feet and aware of the posing problems as she passed them.Seemed pathetic but still,she knew that it would help her in the long run.Especially with this job she had gotten.

She was slightly nervous to say the least about meeting the new boss.But was even more nervous at the fact that she was running late because of some attention grabbing little brat but now she was on her way.Her hair let loose and dangling around and down her shoulders.She had a light make-up on,not making her looking like a completely seductive idiot. But now,she couldnt think about what she looked like,as she was seriously late for work now.Glancing at her watch she could see the time ticking by and her neck was getting tighter and tighter.

Within another ten minutes,she was in the building.She was coming to the door on her left when she stopped,straightened herself and then opened the door.She looked at the women talking to the rest of them."Im Cara.."she said nodding a little.She took in a the womens pressance and nodded."You must be Vasquez"she said."Sorry Im late,I had to rescue a bra- boy from next door.Locked himself in the bathroom.Sorry"she said walking in nodding at what would be her new partners and taking a seat.

Walking down the corridors quickly in his blue Muggle suit with a white shirt and dark blue tie, James Terry paused at every door to read the names on them. He feared, despite all him leaving the home 1 hour early and similar actions, he was late. He knew it. But what could he do? The building was too big and complicated! Not to mention the unaware people of their surroundings. Whoever he had asked, they all said they didn't know BMI. It might be as well because it wasn't in the ministry building but somewhere close to it and underground. He had to rummage through the WHOLE ministry, only to notice he had been running in vain. BMI was near it, not in it. He was either being played a prank on, or he was assigned to some really private job. Though he suspected it was the first option. He wasn't sure who would play this huge prank on him, but once he found that idiot... he'd beat him up.

Finally finding the door he had been searching, he paused. He was going to enter late, at least enter with dignity. Touching the back of his head like blind people to feel if it was alright, he pulled his suit a little bit, shook both of his upper legs to smooth any unseen wrinkles and knocked on the door before waiting for a reply and entering.

Okay, so he knew he was late. But he didn't think there would be so many people. And the truth that he was the only late one bugged him very much. His excuse was also probably a lame one, no one but him misunderstood the address. Offering a shy and embarrassed smile to a few people he made an eye contact -he managed to avoid most of the people, yay!- he found an empty chair and almost ran to it. There was a grumpy woman, who he made the mistake of glancing in the eye inadvertently, and he assumed that was the one he was supposed to report. He guessed his report would come pretty soon on why he was so late and that wouldn't be pretty. Ooooh, die James die.

He reached to the belowed chair at last and sat down quickly as if trying to hide from the glances like he hadn't been the object of them since his entrance. He could also make out he had just interrupted a meeting, probably introductions ceremony. And interrupting a meeting made him seem prettier, didn't it? Why doesn't the floor break and take me in?

Thor acknowledged his superiors nod to him with another nod, just for the moment he let a flicker of fear shine through his eyes the moment their eyes locked. But just for the moment. He was trained to know what to do in a situation like this. He was used to a little flack, but this was way to serious way to fast. Guess it's that time of the month It didn't take alot for Agent Caer in these situations, he knew exactly what to do. This calls for some comic relief. He thought and after that he asked, "Want a cup' a' coffee there Agent Vasquez?" His slightly Irish accented english went accompanied by a genuine smile on his face.

Taking one deep breathe out.Looked like she wasnt that late.And plus another person and come running through those doors too.So she wasnt so worried,yet still a little concerned by the fact that she hadnt spoken.She knew that she was waiting for her team to come together and talk,but still,she hadnt said anything.One thing Cara did notice,there was an aweful lot of a team sat around her.There were quite a few people.A lot more than she'd ever worked with before.She was used to working with five people tops,and they worked together closely,but not this amount of people before.It felt weird.

She glanced around.Wow.Awkward.She felt her stomach lurch at the fact that nobody was really sociable and not really friendly.But then again,they wernt there to be friendly.She heard someone ask her if they wanted coffee,and before she could think about it she jumped to the comment.She'd been dying for some coffee."Oh man,I will.Its been a whole four hours that I havnt had any coffee,its dyer"she said to the young man sat behind her.

Spencer had been watching as Agent Raewen tried to make conversation with the apparent seer, when a forign body touched his mind. Instantly, he threw up a heavy guard, defending his thoughts and preventing the others mind from entering. He was sure now the other man had been well trained in Occlumens. But being a former professor of Defence Against The Dark Arts, he was more than capeable to defend himself. Try that again, I dare you. He mentally threatened. It was Odd, his inner-self was always more confident. He gave the man a hard look, while more agents entered the room.

He gave a curt nod as he was introduced by the pretty young women, who again mis-spoke her own language. It was understandable if it was forigne, but seriously!? "... Have" He said again, with a cute, dorky smile. He laughed lightly, taking another sip from his mug, wondering where she'd picked it up to. Being the coffee addict he was, he knew good coffee from bad... And this stuff was divine.

Suddenly Agent Vasquez shouted for attention, making him once more, jump out of his skin. His head snapped around, and his eyes fell on her, carefully avoiding eye contact. All the while, still guarding his mind. This silent seer was clearly going to be the bain of his existance throughout the course of his career... All seers usually were. He'd been through enough mental torture when he went DADA in hogwarts. Spencers professor had insisted upon training him in Occlumens, because he was so bright. He shook the thought quickly, attention turning fully to the senior agent infront of the room. She did not seem impressed with Raewen at all.

Melanie, who was waving happily again towards Chione since the woman seemed like another exceptional morning person like herself, and to everyone she was introducing, deciding to name the muscled man Mr. Muscle Man, she almost fell out of her seat when someone yelled rather loudly, startling her. Who, was that?! Sitting the right way in her chair, she noticed Agent Vasquez was not sitting next to her, but was standing next to a cork board. Aw, Ms. Grumpy Face was definitely not a morning person it seemed like it...Maybe if she had some coffee that the lovely Chione brought, that frown would turn upside down!

Clearing her throat and making herself comfortable by placing one leg underneath the other so she was practically sitting on it, she nodded and stared at everyone with her 'serious' expression. Yea! It was 'serious' time now everyone. Couldn't they see that Agent Vasquez was in Ms. Grumpy Face mode at the moment?

Eyeing the pretty agent again Rita hold a snort back. She was quite aware that what she did was overreaction but at least they had seen half of what the result would be if they happened to annoy her in her bad bad times. ''Apologies accepted'' she said officially and moved her dark eyes on the other agents who were sitting in silence now. Good. There were absences though there should have been two more agents according to the folders on her desk. Where the hell were they?...

Hmm.. upon hearing some footsteps outside she wished it would not be Mr. Arrogant because she thought there was a great possibility that she would jump on him and kill him with this mood right now and hopefully the footsteps belonged to one of her new agents as revealed the next moment. Than another man joined right after her. ''It's okay new comers'' she said her anger relieved a little bit ''And thanks Agent Caer but i think i'm not in the mood of drinking anything right now''

Tucking her hands in her pockets she glanced at ther now full team and nodded contently. They looked fine and all were like the kind who at least could cast their own Patronus. ''All right...Agents'' she began ''I suppose you all know why you are here but there are also things that i would like to inform you all. First of all i hope none of you from one of the paranoiac James Bonds of The Intelligence Agency or the arrogant Sherlock Holmeses of the Private Investigating Department because i CANNOT stand them. Especially not those Private Idiots. It is not written in any of your folders but i want to make sure in case the director would like to prank me.'' she paused for a moment looking at them again as if she was trying to read the information that she could not see in the folders on their faces. ''We are the only real unit in the Criminal Investigating Department of BMI which means we kick butt everywhere we go. Like if we want so, the Aurors or Law Enforcement Squad of the Ministry of Magic have to serve cooperate with us or just simply pass the case to us if we regard it necessary. Any questions?''

Oo, Agent Vasquez definitely was a fun one wasn't she? Melanie was sure they were going to be great friends! Just completely sure of it. Maybe not for a few months, but somewhere down the road, she could just feel it. Listening to Agent Vasquez speak, she got a little more comfortable in her seat again, resisting the urge to place her feet on the table or go back to the lazy position she was in before Agent Vasquez had started talking, since it would be 'highly unprofessional' as her mother would say. Well if that was being professional, than it sure sucked...

Shaking her head to indicate that she didn't have any questions at the moment, she looked around at everyone else, trying to decipher their personalities from the short time that they had met each other. Well, the only one that really creeped her out was the Kale Plum guy, but everyone else seemed like they were able to handle The Melanie! Except that one shy guy too. What was his name again? Rean?

Not in the mood for coffee? Well, this lady was certainly in a funk then! Oliver didn't really have any questions, as what she was saying seemed straight forward to him. Was he James Bond? No. Was he Sherlock Holmes? No. Did she have a folder detailing everything about him that she needed to know? She sure did!

So he settled in for what was shaping up to be a lengthy talk and went back to casually fiddling with his cufflinks. Stupid things. He recalled Chione's comment about his snappy suit and a small smile came over his face. Okay, the cufflinks were dumb but they gave the ensemble that extra something. And that... was worth it. At least for an hour or two.

Kale was glad that the Sr. Agent was getting straight to the point, he couldn't stand all the jibber jatter of pointless conversations. Kale was a very up tight kind of guy. He hated people who talked talked to him in the first place. Kale decided to open his mind and stretch it as far as would go to reach out to the Sr. Agent. 'No questions' He tried to place the thought in everyone's one at that moment. 'Please brief us on the case now'.
Kale really hoped that the Sr. Agent would get his thoughts and not be angry that he had invaded her mind. It wasn't something he could help most of the time. The happy agent....Kale couldn't remember her name at the moment grew angry with im already over it. They were going to be in a for a long long long work relationship if she got bothered by him placing thoughs in her mind. It was just so much easier than talking. Hid demenor often scared those around him, but who cared really? Kale certainly didn't.

Spencer shook his head, as she asked if there were any questions. Then the same invador attempted to touch his mind once more. He shot a glare at the seer. Stop it. You're not impressing anyone. He mentally said to Kale. You're REALLY annoying me, and making Chione extremely uncomfortable. Just use your mouth like a normal human being. He looked back to the senior agent, throwing up another mental block so strong even the best seers couldn't break through.

With any luck, they'd get their case, and he could go back to his desk to begin working on the un-subs (Unknown subject/Perp.) profile, like he'd been hired to do. No more sitting here with several very beautiful women, and several men who could easily snap him in half. He felt awkward enough as it was. Especially when he felt Chione's eyes on him. He shuddered.

As he waited for Vasquez to continue the briefing, his mind drifted behind his block, back to when he was a kid. He remembered every word said to him, and how some of the older Slytherin boys who were being taught occulmens, by a rather corrupt professor, had trapped him in a corner of the dungeons, and pried into his thoughts, invading his privacy again and again. They'd spread his inner most secret thoughts throughout the entire school. Including his unconfessed feelings for a girl in Hufflepuff house. Luckily he graduated that year, and never had to see them again. Ever since, he'd hated seers, and anyone else who tried to read his thoughts. He refused to use his lesser ability, feeling that it was too invasive, and would rather talk to a person, build trust, and then find out what he needed to know. But if this guy was going to invade his mind, he'd repay the favour.

Kale's eyes flashed green again. Yet another one had spoken to him through their minds. Maybe they would make progess after all. But this man had also grown angry with him. They just didn't understand that with their minds at full capacity that they needn't use their words. But so be it, before long all of them would have blocks placed up and Kale would be unable to break into them anyway. He stopped using his gift....for the moment.

Kale sat letting his mind go for a moment and saw a flash of something that concerned him deeply, since the agent that had just spoken to Kale with his mind and placed a block up Kale would be forced to speak out loud, not something he wished to do, but for the man safety he better. "You there..." Kale said pointing at him. "You may want to take the long way home tonight, for there will be danger amongst the other path." That's all Kale and said, he did not elborate on the matter and turned to look out the fake window and the sunny weather that did not match the way he always felt in side.