Chances Extended

Chapter 1

Hi everybody! I wrote this a year ago along with a few others that I published on FanFiction.net but i dont really use that site anymore so i thought id just put them on here to have them all in one place! again i wrote this a long time ago and its not my best so just a warning but i hope maybe you guys can like it regardless!!!!!!! enjoy! 

SORRY for the short chapters!!!

Hi everybody! So this is my first FanFic! I am addicted to Criminal Minds, especially one Spencer Reid, so I thought it would be a good starting point. Also, my favorite couple in history is Spencer Reid and Lila Archer, so this story is mainly centered around them and, for now, from Reid's point of view and rated K+. It may change since I'm not really sure, seeing as this is my first, how it works exactly. So, sorry about my long introduction, but here it goes!

Please rate and comment your thoughts or if you have any opinions of what should happen next! Thanx for your feedback! Hope you like it!

He looked to the side, pleased to see her smiling face looking back at him. He averted his eyes back to the portrait on the wall, but quickly found himself wanting to look away from the painting before him, for he acknowledged the beautiful work of art right beside him.

He tried to catch a quick look, small enough for her not to notice, but as he turned his gaze slightly towards her, he was surprised to find her eyes already looking in his direction. He could feel his face getting red. Her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink as she stared back to him.

They both awkwardly chuckled and turned back to the exhibit. He couldn't believe he was standing here, again. At an art gallery gazing at artwork he struggles to find the fascination in, with the woman he was fascinated with from the very beginning; Lila Archer.

Spencer sat on the far seat of the jet, his elbows holding an open book supported by his elbows placed loosely on the wooden table. Although the book in his hand was one of his favorites, and he enjoyed it every time he read it, his focus was not on the thin pages in his hands. The sky outside the window beside him had stolen his gaze, but his mind was still on their destination, and even more on what lay in wait for him there.

He hadn't spoken to her since their last case in L.A. She had had a stalker working to benefit her career, which was how he was able to meet her in the first place. He didn't like a lot of woman, but the first time he saw her smile from across the room; her bouncy blonde curls falling in front of her light, turquoise eyes. He felt as a tingling sensation rose up his spinal cord, an experience he often hears referred to as "butterflies." Although he realized that was an absurd name for it was actually the electrons in the brain stimulating the neuron receptors to send signals through the body in order to alert the conscious mind of an attraction, and it was purely a survival mechanisms required in order to procreate the species, he found he enjoyed the sensation, as if there were happy insects frolicking about in his digestive track.

The sound of Morgan discussing something about their case to Emily brought him back from his brief reverie. It was a fascinating case. A television producer had reported that he had had five men over a two week period quit, and four be found dead two days after they had left the company. L.A.P.D. had already found four bodies matching the descriptions, but the man who had quit the day before, and been reported missing this morning, was still unaccounted for. They had been putting together a brief profile of the unsub on the plane, but Reid wasn't focussed on it for long. He couldn't help himself. His body was aware of the upcoming events and was releasing extra dopamine into his system to prepare for the encounter.

While trying to convince himself it was a fully instinctual feeling he was having, the wheels of the jet touched the runway beneath him, shaking him out of his own mind.

He looked out the window before getting up, to find Lila already standing beside the private runway, waiting for him.