(Reader's POV)
When JJ wrapped us the last details of the case, Hotch stood up. "Okay team, head to the jet. Wheels up in 30." After you had gathered your things from the table, you looked up to see Reid waiting for you. "Oh hello!" you said, surprised. "Hi!" he said, while straightening his sweater vest. Spencer was probably in his mid-to-late 20's, with medium wavy brown hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in a few days. It was weirdly adorable. Also he had a look about him that just screamed genius, but you wouldn't be intimidated by that. He continued, "I just wanted to get to know you before the others bombarded you on the plane." "Oh, okay. What would you like to know?" He thought for a moment. "Hm...I don't know...just tell me the basics." he shrugged. "Alright. I'm Y/N L/N and I'm from Boston. I got into this kind of stuff when something happened to me years ago. I'm 22 years old and I graduated from high school at age 15. I have B.A.'s in Psychology and sociology, and a Ph.D. in chemistry. Now tell
me about you!" He stood in shock for a minute. "Uh, I grew up in Las Vegas and graduated from high school at 12 years old. I have an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute. I also have B.A.'s in psychology and sociology, and a Ph.D. in mathematics. I also have a Ph.D. in chemistry and engineering." You both stared at each other for a second, measuring the each other up. "Well...this is gonna be exciting!" You say, as you both laugh. "Let's go to the jet." Reid says, as you walk together, both of you thinking you could be great friends.
