i'm never letting you go - spencer reid.

Chapter 1.

The idea of joining the FBI was always on my mind. I had graduated high school when I was fourteen, I'd moved on and gone to Havard University. I ended up doing four degrees, these were in Physcology, Biology, Forensic Science and Drama/Theatre Studies. I never really thought of doing a PHD - I didn't see the point in them at all. But now, I had finally passed all the training I had required to pass to become an FBI agent and I was now heading to the BAU Unit in Quantico, Virginia for my first day. Apparently one of their last agent's, Emily Prentiss, had passed away and I was going to be taking her place.

The coffee that I held in my right hand kept me going, I was exhausted. There was already a case and it was my first day, and we had to have a flight over to Florida within the next two hours. This gave me two hours to introduce myself and settle into it. I'd already met Aaron Hotchner, the 'boss', who had told me it would be alright to call him Hotch.

My feet walked into the large building and Hotchner was the one who greeted me, "Morning Agent Corozona," He greeted me. His lip was in a firm line and my left eyebrow shot up at the sight, "Are you alright, Sir?" With a shake of his head, "The case is going to be hard. Go introduce yourself, JJ and Garcia are going to be briefing us in around ten minutes," He said and headed up to the office. "You must be Zoe," A voice said from behind me and I turned around and smiled. "Jennifer Jereau," I said. Hotch didn't want me to be entirely unprepared and had showed me photos. My eiditic memory had enabled me to remember everybody's names - I remembered everything I read, hence all the degrees. Drama was the one I struggled with the most. "I'm Zoe Corozona," I introduced as I shook her hand after it was outstretched. "I'm Jennifer, call me JJ." She said, "This is the team." She said as she lead me over to where the desks were all on the floor in a sort of circular shaped room. "Hi, I'm Derek Morgan." An attractive, muscular guy introduced as he took my hand into a firm hand shake. "Zoe Corozona," I replied. "Ah, that's a mouthful." He said with a light tease in his tone and I nodded. "I know, just call me Zoe," "No can do, Agent Corozona. David Rossi," A voice said as he shook my hand. "Italian?" I asked him and he nodded. "You?" "I'm half Spanish, half Italian. I've lived in America my whole life though, hence the accent." "Oh, yes you grew up in Florida right?" A bubbly looking woman questioned with a large smile on her face as she shook my hand over enthusiastically. "Um, yes?" I questioned. "Techinical Analysist Penelope Garcia," She introduced. "Oh, that would make more sense." I said, and gave the bubbly woman a hand shake. She seemed overjoyed at the enthusiasm, as she ended up wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug.

After meeting the team, I was lead over to the desk that would be mine to read over the case file before we were briefed in more detail. Footsteps approached from behind and I turned, hoping the person would be coming to talk to me as the full detail briefing was going to take a longer time to prepare. "You haven't met me," A voice said and I glanced up and let out a laugh, "Um, sorry Dr.Reid, you weren't here." "It's okay, I was getting a coffee." He said in a soft tone as he sat opposite me. "Are you my partner?" I asked him. I already knew what the answer was going to be, I'd been told by Hotch that we would work as Geographical Victimology people together, as our minds were so alike that Hotch thought we would benefit from being around each other so much. The coffee might also be a good sign. "Yes, I am. The Geographical side of things sounds a lot easier than it is, whereas its actually quite difficult. Murder cases, especially serial killers, can actually be the thing that shows us all the victims and lead us right to the unsub." When Spencer spoke, my body seemed to go on full alert. I listened to every word, looking right at him. "Briefing," Garcia called, which distracted me. But with a nod at Spencer, who returned it with a smile we headed into the briefing room.

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"Here's Alison Chapman, she was a known prostitute. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Unfortunately she took a 'tumble' off a cliff, and ended up looking like this." Garcia clicked up a photo on the screen of someone who you wouldn't recognise as Alison if it wasn't for the blonde hair that covered the mess of her face. "Oh dear, she doesn't look so pretty now." Derek said as he let out a small chuckle. "Morgan, shut up." Garcia said, and Morgan chuckled and raised his hands. "Sorry, babygirl." "Next is Gemma Jones, she wasn't a prostitute and was actually a business woman. She had a different MO entirely, and was stabbed nine times in the chest." "Overkill?" I asked, watching the body and appear. "It's almost definitely over kill, but we need to work out why the two bodies are so different. How do we know its the same killer?" JJ asked as her eyes scanned over the picture. "It's because of the message." Garcia clicked her little remote thing, and a piece of paper was shown in both their hands. "The second and third," I read them aloud and Spencer nodded. "It's more than likely the order in which they were killed," he explained. "Which means," Hotch began and I nodded. "There's another body somewhere." "Wheels up in thirty." Hotch said as he stood up and we all headed out of the room.

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"First case is going to be a diffult one, Corozona." Rossi said as he approached me. My go bag was slung over my shoulder, as I placed my phone into my pocket. "I know, it seems gruesome. I'm just running over scenarios in my head, I've got a few ideas but it depends on where odies were found and what Garcia uncovers," I say, and Rossi gave me a smile. "Spencer is going to benefit from having you around, y'know?" he asked and I gave him a smile. "I hope that we work well. Apparently 80% of people are unhappy with their work partners or that they get unhappy within the first month." Rossi rolled his eyes, nodding. "You're definitely going to be getting along with him." He said with a teasing tone to his voice and with that, he walked out of the room. Oh, I'm glad someone was more relaxed. I wasn't at all relaxed.

I boarded on the plane with Garcia, who was babbling excitedly about the fact that she was allowed to come onto this case. It had been a while since she had, but apparently the technology in the police station we would be working with to find the killer was able to hold all of the specialist programs that Garcia had designed and made herself. They already had them, actually but they didn't know how to use it half as superbly as Penelope Garcia.

I took my seat next to Spencer who handed me a mug of coffee, "Thanks." I say, and he smiled." Two sugars, with milk?" I nodded, raising an eyebrow. "How did you guess?" "Well, usually people want two sugars as it doesn't make it overly sweet but it's still got that sweetness to it, and I didn't really have you down as someone who would have black coffee." He explained sheepishly, and a laugh escaped my lips. "I have black coffee if I have a long night. However, at the moment I would much rather only have milk considering its just a plane flight." I explained in response to his explanation. When he had given me a smile and a nod, I noticed that like when he spoke to me earlier, he was hanging off my every word.

Part of me wondered if he'd met someone, or knew someone that would listen to his facts and statistics without getting bored and telling him to stop doing it. I had only met a selected few people. "So, do you have an eidetic memory too?" Spencer asked. I nodded at him, "Yes." "Did you get a degree?" He asked and I nodded. "I graduated High School at fourteen and moved onto college. I done Drama, Forensic Science, Biology and Psychology." "The drama is a bit random," He said and I let out a chuckle. "I know but I really enjoyed it in school and it was more my skills rather than remembering something that was clear I was going to be able to remember. I just did it for fun and because I loved it." He smiled at me, and took a sip of his coffee. His smile was absolutely beautiful, it seemed to make the dark situation of where we going and the things we were going to see slightly better, and my worries of getting along with my partner ended up vanishing from my mind.

I knew I'd get on with Spencer Reid.