First Day

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You were walking into the Quantico building to start your first day as a member of the FBI. And you were already having a bad day.

You literally woke up on the wrong side of the bed. As in, you were not even on the bed. You were on the floor with all of your blankets on top of you. That was the first thing that went wrong.

Then, you were eating cereal, and you spilled some milk on your shirt, so you had to go and spend 20 minutes trying to find another workplace acceptable outfit to wear.

When you got to the building, you took the elevator to the wrong floor, and couldn't find Aaron Hotchner. You had to ask one of the techies what floor you were really supposed to be on.

So when you finally went to the right floor and some surprisingly handsome man walks up to you, with a straight face, you think to yourself, I swear if this guy gives me crap too.

You are brought out of your thoughts when the man asks, "Are you the new girl?"

"Yes," you reply, grateful that he didn't tell you that you had food on your shirt or that you weren't in the right place.

"Welcome to the job, (Y/N). My name is Spencer Reid, and we have a case. Let's go."

He turns and starts walking to what you assume is the conference room. He walks so fast that you have to do a little hop-run thing in order to catch up with him even a little.

"Is this case bad?" you ask Spencer.

"I don't know yet, (Y/L/N). We all get briefed at the same time. But is there ever a good case?"

You shook your head in response, not knowing how to respond.

Breaking the silence you hear a very lively voice say, "Good morning my pretties. This case is a doosey, and we don't have much to go on, other than the fac- Well hello there my sweet! I'm Penelope Garcia, and you're (Full Name). "

"Penelope, the case." You hear a voice that goes to a face you recognize as Aaron Hotchner.

"Now, maybe Baby girl is right. We should introduce ourselves to Little Mama, over here. My name is Derek Morgan, but you can call me dad-"

"That's enough of that." Spencer says that and you swear that you see him absentmindedly move closer to you.

"I'm Jennifer Jareau. But everyone here calls me JJ."

Aaron mutters, "This is taking too long. We will do introductions on the plane. Wheels up in 20. You too (Y/L/N)."

"Oh.. um. Okay."

You have yet to meet 2 of the mysterious agents. A dark haired woman. And an older Italian man.

You are on the plane, sitting across from Spencer, playing chess with him. Being the new girl he, used you as an excuse to beat someone else in chess. Currently all you had left were 2 pawns and your king. Reid had his king, obviously, and 5 pawns, his queen and both of every set of the other pieces.

"No one else will play with me," Spencer says looking at you with a small smirk on his face.

"Hmm, I wonder why, Einstein?"

You aren't paying your total attention to him as you are too focused on analyzing the board to see if there was anyway you could prolong losing. But you hear something that makes you stop and look up.

"Probably because the pretty girls always get bored..."

Spencer mumble the words but not quite enough to hide them from you.

"You're quite pretty yourself Spence."

He blushes and looks down. He says something randomly scientific.

"Did you know Cacioppo says that love carries many definitions, but the one used nowadays in science characterizes love not only as a basic instinct and emotion but also a complex psychological emotional mental state which involves four dimensions. The four dimensions are chemistry, cognition, preference/rewarding mechanisms, and an intention to be with a significant other."

"No Spencer, I did not know that. But thank you for telling me."

The smile that graces his face after you speak, is enough to make your heart flutter, but what comes next makes you even happier.

"You are the only person that has ever thanked me for my knowledge. And the only person on the team that doesn't interrupt me to roll their eyes. Thank you (Y/N)"

"You're welcome Spencer."

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