Reid

~Part 1~

Day one at the bureau didn't exactly go as I expected.

I was recently transferred from Florida to Virginia to work for Agent Hotchner, head of the BAU. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect. I heard so much about the behavioral analysis unit in Quantico, both good and bad of course and it all seemed way more advanced than what I had been doing in Florida. Most of the cases we got in Florida where about sex trafficking and drugs, nothing like the cases in Quantico.

My day started with the sound of my alarm mixed with excessive amounts of street noise.

"You think the FBI would at least find me a place where I could get peace and quiet, but no."

I couldn't sleep at all last night, always tossing and turning like the fact the blankets were touching my skin was revolting. My eyes took a while to adjust, staring at the textured ceiling I reminded myself this was no longer Florida. I sleepily crawled out of my bed, staring at the wall for a solid three minutes, my boxes still remained packed stacked almost half way up the walls. Trying to refocus I try to remember where I last put the outfit I chose to wear today. Walking into the living room I find it sitting on my coffee table, what an odd place I think to myself. After I get dressed I shove my hair into a claw clip and make myself a cup of tea while I brush my teeth. I put my tea in a thermos and toast a bagel, slathering on cream cheese generously. I looked at the clock above my couch, I'm late! Rushing to put my shoes I notice my socks don't match, guess I didn't have time to locate a matching pair while unpacking my clothes. I tried to run to my car fast as I could. What a perfect way to show up to my first day of work. Late.

I run into the building, slowing to a speed walk when I get in. The elevator is a few feet away, it felt like a mad dash. Someone was already in the elevator and I was trying to flag them down to keep the door open for me, but they were... reading? The moment I finally lost all hope they looked up and caught the door last minute. With a sigh of relief I walked in.

"That was a close one wasn't it? I'm glad I looked up just in time."

I looked up to see who my savior was. I could see him now. A tall lanky guy smiled down at me. He had brown wild hair and a kind of silly face, he looked like a nerd.

"Oh yeah. Thanks." I said with a breathless laugh.

He studied me for a minute, "You're new here aren't you?"

Wow is it that obvious? "Uh, yeah. I start today, transferred from Florida.", I adjusted so I had a free hand, "Agent Niles."

He shook my hand. His hands were cold and kind of clammy. "Reid, Doctor Spencer Reid.", he looked at my thermos, "Coffee?"

"Coffee? Oh! Nah, tea. I like it more, tastes better." I fell stupid saying that for some reason.

"I guess it's better for you too, especially green tea."

I just look at him, he's no longer looking at me. Instead he's staring at the buttons, I can tell he's nervous. I'm looking for something to remark on so the conversation doesn't die. I don't know what to say. We don't speak the rest of the elevator ride, but when the elevator doors open he becomes chatty again as I follow him through the hallways.

"How old are you?" That's an interesting question to ask.

"23. I know it seems young, but my father works for the FBI too so I basically got early admission." He looks surprised.

"No it's not young at all! I'm 23 too!" He says that excitedly and I can't help but to beam too.

"Get out, no way!", I pause, "Sorry, thats unprofessional."

Before Reid could respond a very handsome guy cuts in between us wrapping an arm around Reid's shoulders.

"Who's your friend Reid?" He looks at me extending his hand and Reid knocks it away.

"This is... wait what's your first name?" That's right I only gave Reid my last name.

"Alyssa." Reid smiles at my name.

"Well hello Alyssa, I'm Dereck." He kissed my hand and walked off nudging Reid with his elbow.

Reid showed me where I could find Agent Hotchner and told me how my desk was going to be right in front of his. I liked Reid. He was sweet, seemed almost too innocent to be working in a field like this. I set down my bag next to my desk bidding Reid a momentary good bye. I made my way up a set of stairs and walked down a hallway until I spotted Agent Hotchner's name on a door.

"Good morning sir. May I come in?" I stand in the hallway leaning in, my feet touch the door frame and suddenly I'm nervous.

"Agent Niles," Hotch doesn't look up, "welcome aboard."

"Thank you sir."

"Do you know where your desk is?"

But before I can answer he calls for Reid. Hotch still hasn't looked up and it's only worrying me more. I'm at battle in my mind trying to decide wether I should step in or stay where I am.

"Yeah Hotch?" Reid has emerged behind me, hands in his pockets. He smiles at me when I look at him. He leans in close to me and I feel my ears get hot. I'm not a fan of people being close to me. Hitch looks up.

"Reid, you're young and you know what this job is like for someone your age. Please take our newest member for a lap around the building and show her the ropes."

"Yes sir."

As Reid begins to turn to walk away Hotch speaks one last time, "Oh and Reid. Don't scare her away please." They exchange a chuckle before Reid walks off and Hotch returns to his work. I follow Reid closely, questions what Hotch meant. As we walk, I find myself with Reid in the elevator again and headed for the office door. "Wait Reid!"

"Call me Spencer."

"Sorry, Spencer. The office is...back that way? Didn't Hotch say to give me a tour of the building?"

"Yes, but I need to go to the bookstore first. They just released a new sci-fi book I've been waiting to read."

Reid unlocked the door to his 2005 Prius and got in while I stood reluctantly, staring a the passenger door. I could see him roll his eyes before rolling down the window.

"Come on! Get in!"

Oh, he's weird. I opened the door slowly still doubting this was a good idea, but the second I sat down Reid pulled the door closed and started to drive off. Why are his arms so long? He seemed fine at first, but now he's acting strange. He's going to kill me! I knew this was a bad idea! Never trust the skinny nerd in the sweater vest!

"I'm not going to kill you don't worry." Reid chuckled a bit.

"What?" My throat dry and voice squeaky.

"I'm not going to kill you. You're clenching your fists and you're breathing heavier. Calm down."