The Serendipitous Spy || Spencer Reid

1 - day one

After what seemed like hours of outfit changes, Jinx finally finished buttoning her blouse for her first day in the BAU.

She began to drive her classic red 1957 Chevy bel air to Quantico, but felt compelled to stop for a coffee along the way. Despite the fact that it took Jinx an eternity to get ready this morning, she'd planned ahead of time for that particular issue, which is why she had 45 minutes of extra time to kill.

She walked into a coffee shop 30 minutes outside Quantico, debating whether she wanted her typical latte hot or iced, when she got in line behind a man whose demeanor she recognised almost immediately.

He was her assignment, Dr. Spencer Reid. Of course she wouldn't be sure unless he turned around, but she'd been shown pictures of him, so she knew his approximate height, his body type, his hair colour and the way he holds himself. The holstered gun resting on one side of his hip and his messenger bag slouching on the side confirmed her assumption.

She considered leaving, but decided to stay and observe him. He was directly in front of her, so she heard him order a black coffee, but was surprised when he said "for here," instead of "to go."

Instead of sitting down and waiting at a table for the barista to deliver his coffee, he stood near the bar and began to observe the customers in the coffee shop, a habit he'd gotten into instinctively given his job. Sometimes, when he'd profile people in public, he'd decide to go up to them in an effort to improve his social intelligence.

Spencer was a genius, when it came to book smarts. But he didn't know the first thing about what could make a person laugh, or how to flirt or how to make a new friend. He wanted to learn. And today, when he had some time to kill, was yet another day that he would try to hone his social skills.

He looked around the coffee shop, but somehow his eyes were drawn to the woman at the counter in the process of buying her coffee. He took in her appearance very quickly. She wore a purple blouse with a flowered vest over it, and wore pinstriped pants, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail and her shoes being black vintage lace up boots. But it was the accessories she adorned herself with that interested him the most.

The way she chose a banana clip instead of a hair tie told him that she was most likely a child in the 80s, putting her age in the mid 20s. Her boots told him that she liked comfort, but with the rest of her outfit, he could guess that she was headed to work in a place that required business casual attire, an office of some sort. But her flowered vest, which looked authentically vintage told him that not only did she admire a vintage style, specifically the 70s, but possibly had the vest handed down to her, or bought it from a second hand store. With her buying coffee from a local coffee shop, he assumed that she probably was anti capitalist.

Jinx was just about to pay, before Spencer stepped in.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I pay for your coffee?" Spencer asked, immediately mentally kicking himself, for the first emotion that crossed on her face was confusion, which meant he didn't come off as friendly or flirty. He came off as strange.

Jinx managed to quickly recover and compose herself, and smiled at the man who was yet to introduce himself. "Depends," she replied.

Spencer smiled in relief at her playful response. Maybe he hadn't messed up horrifically after all. "On what?" He asked in response.

"Does it come with strings attached?" Jinx smirked.

"Ahem," the barista cleared her throat.

Jinx nodded for Spencer to go ahead and pay for the coffee, and when the barista turned to make the coffee he answered her question. "Only if you want to oblige to said strings." He mentally kicked himself again. He should've been more bold, and not given her the option to decline.