Ready Or Not

Prologue

A crisp breeze hit Spencer as he exited the BAU long after the rest of his colleagues had dispersed. Feeling drained, he couldn't wait to be back in his empty apartment. It had been a particularly tough case. One of their own Derek Morgan had been a primary suspect in a ring of murders, spanning over a number of years. Thankfully they had managed to catch the real unsub but not without the cost of one of Derek's secrets.

Spencer hadn't been there when it all went down, however that didn't mean he didn't know what happened. It hurt his heart to think of anyone; let alone one of his closest friends going through that. No one should have to go through what Derek had gone through

Well, that wasn't something he needed to talk about, Spencer thought the brown leather of his satchel hanging at his side. It wasn't his story to tell.

What he did need though, was a coffee. He was so mentally and physically exhausted from lack of sleep, that there was no way he would make it back to his apartment awake. A caffeine hit would surely do the trick.

"Damn it, not again," a feminine voice catches his attention. Looking in direction of the voice his coffee was suddenly a past thought, walking towards him was a women not much older than him. Her blue eye sharp with frustration, as one of the textbooks in her hands falls to the concrete. It was an almost funny sight, as a second book falls off when she reaches to pick up the second one.

Snapping out of his gaze, Spencer rushes over to help.

He wasn't the most confident socially, actually quite the opposite. Especially when it came to women who he didn't know, sometimes however his helpful nature overrides it.

"Oh, thank you," the young woman blinks in surprise as the two stand up, and just stand there looking at each other.

"I-it's not a problem, ah here's your book," he scratches the back of his neck. He always so awkward, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

"Really thank you, I appreciate it," she smiles tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ears. The whole way from the bookstore she had been dropping books left and right, no one had even bother to help her pick them up. It made what should have been a five-minute walk to her car much longer. Staring up at the handsome stranger in front of her, she couldn't help smiling at how nervous he seemed. It boggled her mind as to why he would be, but she thought it was sweet.

"Hey, I'm Darcy," she introduces herself.

"Oh, I'm Spencer," Spencer replies, a smile forming on his face, he eyes drifting to the text books in her hands.

"Would you like me to help you get to your car," he asks assuming that was where she was heading.

"If it's not a problem," Darcy replies not wanting to be a bother. With a quick 'not at all,' from Spencer the two of them make their way to Darcy's car, each with textbooks in their arms.

Neither of them aware of what this would lead to