bloom | s. reid

one

e d e n

Today is a new day, filled with new opportunities. That's what I tell myself every morning. Today is my first day working at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. I've wanted this job for as long as I can remember and today is finally the day I get what I've been waiting for.

I wake up to my roommate, Rowan, banging on my door. Rowan Miller has been living with me for the past two years and quickly became one of my closest friends. She's spunky, quick to say what she thinks, and doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks about her. I think that's what I like most about her. She's the type of person who doesn't sugarcoat anything and will tell you the truth even if it hurts your feelings. I think that's why we get along so well. She doesn't hide behind a facade.

"Eden! Your alarm has been going off for the past thirty minutes! Get it to shut the fuck up! Please, I'm begging you!" Oh shit! I'm late!

I jump out of bed, looking at the time on my phone. It's 6:15, I'm already 15 minutes late for work. And it's only my first day. I'm so damn screwed. I hop into the shower, washing my hair and body as fast as humanly possible. I rush to put on the clothes I picked out the night before, brushing my hair and teeth immediately after. It's nothing too fancy, but it's good enough for me to look professional on my first day. My outfit consists of a simple pair of flowy black dress pants, a white shirt, and a deep red cardigan that hangs down to about mid-thigh. I don't have a lot of time for makeup this morning so I quickly apply some mascara to my top and bottom lashes and opt for a nude lipstick. After doing this, I grab my badge and gun from my safe, holstering my gun into the holster that I've attached onto the side of my pants. I pin the badge to the front of my shirt, grabbing the closest pair of shoes in my reach, which happens to be a pair of black high-top converse. I sling my small purse around my shoulder and rush out the door, not even bothering to grab anything for breakfast on the way out.

Once I've arrived at Headquarters, I run to the elevator, seeing a man inside as I rush towards it. The elevator doors start to close and I yell for him to hold the elevator. The elevator doors close as soon as I get to them.

"Asshole," I mutter under my breath. Just what I needed on my first day. I step into the elevator three minutes later, silently praying that I don't get chewed out by my new boss for being late on my first day. The elevator stops at my floor. As I get out, I hear a man speak to me.

"Asshole, huh? Actually, I prefer Doctor Spencer Reid," he says. The man standing in front of me is the same man from the elevator. He's at least a foot taller than me with brown hair that hangs just above his eyes. The tall, lanky man is wearing a black suit and a lilac button-up shirt, sporting a navy blue sweater vest and black tie with black converse. He's kind of cute if I'm being honest. He looks at me waiting for what seems like an apology. I curse under my breath, looking at the floor.

"Sorry about that. It's my first day and I'm already late. I didn't mean to call you that."

"Don't worry about it," he shrugs his shoulders, looking me up and down. "You're the new agent, right?" he asks.

"Yeah, I am," I stick out my hand, "SSA Eden Oliver, nice to meet you."

"Oh, I don't shake hands." He looks at me with an awkward expression. "I have a germ thing. It's actually safer to kiss," he says looking down at his shoes, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. I pull my hand back, letting it hang on my side. "You're here to see Hotch, right?"

"Hotch?" I say confused.

"Aaron Hotchner, our unit chief."

"Oh, sorry. Yes, I am."

"Since I'm headed that way, I can show you to his office. If you'd like," he tells me, motioning to the door. I give him a nod and we start walking to the unit chief's office.

"You said your name was Doctor Spencer Reid?" I ask him as we walk further into the bullpen.

"That's correct."

"You look too young to have gone to medical school," I say sheepishly.

"I have Ph.D.'s, three of them actually," he beamed at me. I look at him, impressed.

"How-"

A voice booms out across from the bullpen. "Agent Oliver. Can you please make your way to my office?" I look up to see an older man with black hair standing outside of an office. He looks at me with a serious expression.

"Sorry, I have to go. Talk later?" I say to Spencer, giving him a sorry look as I rush towards the office of the man that just called out to me. Damn it, I'm in so much trouble.

As I enter the office, I see the man, who I'm assuming is Agent Hotchner, sitting down at his desk. His office is small, yet spacious, with bookshelves lining the walls. His desk sits in front of one of the bookshelves and is covered in stacks of paperwork.

"Please, have a seat." He gestures to the empty seat in front of his desk. I quickly sit down, setting my purse next to me in the chair. He looks up at me, pulling a file from one of the stacks.

"Agent Eden Oliver," he begins, "Five years in the Sex Crimes Unit, graduate of Arizona State University with a bachelor's degree in Criminal Psychology." He looks up at me once he finishes reading my file. "The Director approved your transfer to the BAU and requested that you start immediately."

"Yes, sir. I just want to say that I'm honored for this opportunity to work at the BAU, Agent Hotchner." I say smiling at him.

"Please, everyone calls me Hotch. Lucky for you, your first day will be quite eventful. We just received a case. You did bring a go-bag, correct?"

"I did. It's currently in my car. I can grab it when we leave if that's okay with you." I say pointing over my shoulder.

"That's fine," he says getting up from his desk, "If you'd follow me, we will be joining the rest of the team in the conference room."

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A/N: Hey besties!! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my book! Spencer and Eden met!! I'm so excited to write this book!! Don't forget to click that little star at the bottom and vote!