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Chapter 5:

Chapter 5

Saylor

Now:

I recounted what life was like leading up to meeting Spencer. That I was a normal girl, living a normal and less than amusing life. That I felt fairly lost most of the time – that I didn't belong anywhere particular or that I wasn't needed as much as I wanted to be. I wasn't helping anyone like I wished I was. I was dating a man who never felt for me what I had for him. He didn't need me as I needed him and I was going through the mental battle daily of choosing him.

It wasn't an easy choice in that moment. The second I chose to leave; it was something so spur of the moment. I remember it so clearly. I remember the way I felt driving away—almost feeling entirely free for the first time in my life.

It was the catalyst to how we got where we are today.

"The day Dr. Spencer Reid introduced himself was the day my life changed. Not because of him directly in that moment, but he changed the course, the direction of my life forever." I finish off describing the entirety of my being. Getting lost in the memory of how things started.

The passion I felt immediately. The way... the way I knew now that he felt it all too. That because of Logan, because of my split choice, my entire life would no longer be the boring and closed off life that was painted out for me the moment I chose to not pursue the FBI.

"Agent Watts, could you confirm or deny that Dr. Spencer Reid did not step outside of line when he met you that first day, when he came to your door, wanting to learn more about your relationship with Logan Stresh?"

"He was beyond professional. If you knew the agent we are discussing, you would know that his first and most prized possession is his priority of the care of the victims. The way he handles and devises questions based off the body language of the people he interviews. He reads them by tiny signals and movements, the way our eyes flicker in a second when we assume someone hasn't seen us, the way we hold or don't hold our breath while telling a lie or a truth. He picked up on every nuance that I threw at him. He handled everything with caution and ease. He was never once capable of making me uncomfortable. Never once stepping out of line." I assure the jury that he was exactly what he was – a noble and honest man.

I looked at him, the bags under his eyes were insanely massive. The yellowing bruise on his eyebrow told me he was mentally and physically struggling. He was trying so hard to contain himself. I felt it.

I was connected to him.

"Saylor could you continue to tell us about working with the defendant Spencer Reid, initializing yourself with the BAU..."

"Of course." I smirk, nodding. I wanted to dive back into those memories. Unlock the way it all felt when it was fresh. I needed them to see it too – picture the way it all happened. They needed to feel what I felt, what he felt.