Alrighty Aphrodite | S.R.

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎. 00

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Delilah Verlice loved many things. She loved animals, specifically cats, dogs, and jellyfish. She loved rainy days in DC but especially when the rain fell on her day off and she can't be expected to do anything but sit inside and read all day. She loved baking, she enjoyed making cherry pies and strawberry mini muffins whenever life got difficult. She loved traveling, she loved the international men. She loved her family, especially her cousin Derek Morgan. She loved every culture she belonged to. Her mother, Derek's Aunt, was black. Her dad, however, was half Mexican and half Korean. She loved visiting her Korean Grandmother and Mexican Grandfather in South Korea every summer. She loved being the smartest in the room. With an IQ of 193, 6 degrees (including 3 PhDs), a photographic memory, and enough knowledge to be fluent in 24 different languages, that wasn't very difficult. She loved her job, she was an intern at George Washington Hospital, but she always felt like something was missing.  One thing she never expected herself to love was Dr. Spencer Reid.

001.

I hear the 6 am alarm ring, but almost unnaturally, I do not spring into action. For today is none other than my rare and coveted day off. I feel my body roll against my plush duvet as i reach to turn off the rest of the morning's alarms and sleep in until about 10:30 at the very earliest. After filling my body with all the sleep I've missed for the month, as if I were a car running on fumes, I stumble into the kitchen of my large, lonely, white penthouse. 

"Good morning, Lilith," I say as I pet the cat with shiny black fur. "Hungry, baby?" I playfully ask as I put some wet food in her bowl. She eats and then walks somewhere else in the apartment, likely never to be seen again for the rest of the day.

'What should I do today? I could go get coffee or maybe a smoothie,'  I think to myself before ultimately deciding to just get ready and figure it out later. I hop in the shower and wash my hair. I get out a bit later and dry my curly hair and do my extensive skin routine. I put most of my hair in a claw clip and change into my Georgetown sweatshirt and some flared leggings. I decide to do my makeup and cover up my freckles.

I head out the door and decide to walk on m-street until I find something to do. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a flyer. '"A criminal profiling lecture ran by Agent Jason Gideon." Eh, I have nothing better to do,'  I think to myself before walking to the Georgetown lecture hall. Once I enter, I take a seat in the middle and wait for the lecture to begin. 

"Hello, everyone. My name is Agent Gideon and this is Dr. Spencer Reid."

My eyes travel over to the nervous boy in the corner. He's tall and skinny. If the dictionary had a picture of the word "Lanky" I wouldn't be surprised if it was a picture of him. But, he was still interesting to look at. He was cute, but not in a traditional way. My brain was telling me that I should get to know him. I barely listened to the lecture, not that it wasn't interesting, I just already knew most of what he was saying, and god, Dr. Reid was just so intriguing. I stopped focusing on the doctor sitting beside the stage assisting Agent Gideon and focused on the material they were going over. It's never bad to review what you know. I am pulled out of my focus by Dr. Reid once again.

"Actually, I, uh, have a joke for this.—"

"Oh, please no," Agent Gideon says.

"How many existentialists does it take to change a light bulb?"

No one answers, so he finishes his own joke.

"Two, one to change the light bulb, and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness," he says with a slight smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat. I am the only one who laughs. Apparently loud enough for the whole room to hear. Because everyone stares at me. Even the joke teller himself. His smile returns to his face upon seeing my reaction.

"Oh. Um, sorry."

"Oh, no, you're fine!" He says with a smile on his face.

"I did have a question though. Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again? ... An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist."

"Oh. Well, I suppose you're right," he says still smiling. Agent Gideon quickly interrupts to bring the lecture back on track. When the lecture ends nearly the whole class swarms around Agent Gideon to ask questions. So of course with no other options, I go talk to Dr. Reid. 

"Hi," I say calmly.

"Oh, hi."

"I'm Delilah,"

"Nice to meet you, Delilah. You know, I've been thinking about what you said for like an hour."

"Ohh, about the joke?"

"Yeah. I'm not really sure how I didn't catch that mistake, but it's very impressive that you did!"

"Well, thank you."

We continued talking about anything and everything for the next hour straight.

"Reid," Agent Gideon says before walking over and nodding towards me slightly as if to say 'hello', "Sorry to interrupt but we have to go."

"Oh," He says rather sadly, "okay. Just give me one minute, please." Gideon walks away. "It was great getting to know you, Delilah."

"Yeah, I really enjoyed speaking with you. I hope I will be able to see you again soon."

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could go get some coffee next week when we're both free. If- if you want. We don't have to! I just thought it might be fun! We could maybe continue our conversation..."

"Yeah! I would like that!" I grab a pen from my purse and a sticky note to write down my number. "Here just call me whenever you're free."

I watch as Reid walks away. The next week we get coffee before work. We talk about work and other things, mostly nerdy things. I tell him secrets about me and my past. I tell him about how I feel like something is missing from my life job-wise. I tell him about how I secretly always wished I could work for the FBI but decided to be a doctor because I was worried I would fail. And he encouraged me. He told me about how work there wasn't as great as my dreams would have me believe but that he enjoys it. He told me about how if I wanted closure and to feel more satisfied with my career, I should try and see if I would make it to the FBI. He told me that I was smart enough and that it wouldn't even be a question of whether I could make it or not. So I did. For the next few years, I trained, got my master's degree in Criminal Justice, and applied to the FBI. I passed all the tests they gave me with flying colors. I was top of my class in the Academy and after graduation, I got placed in Crimes Against Children.

I stayed in the Crimes Against Children department for a few months before transferring to Sex Crimes because my mental health deteriorated when I stayed in my original department. I was in Sex Crimes for about 2 years until an unfortunate accident involving an UNSUB and Agent Elle Greenaway took place in the BAU and they sent me in to temporarily replace her during her recovery. I was more than excited to work for the BAU. I decided to keep it from Derek as a surprise, but the whole time when they were finalizing my transfer I just couldn't help but think of the man who encouraged me and helped me achieve it all. Dr. Spencer Reid. I wondered if I would be on his team. I hoped he was still there.

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AN: Heyy, Yall. I'm alive! So the beginning of this story takes place at the beginning of season 2 and will just go with the episodes. I'm not writing for every episode so ill probably skip around a bit. let me know if something doesn't make sense and ill try to explain it