Starting Fresh. Spencer Reid X OC.

A New Beginning.

That is why we distance ourselves, that is why we make jokes. We don't to it because it is fun. We do it so that we can get by. -Dr Cox, Scrubs.

Special Agent Waters POV.

My pale hands stretched out and met the metal handle. Clearly shaking and too nervous, I tried to swallow my pride and take control of my body just enough to stop the constant shake and I was sure that the second I spoke it would be all jumbled and a clear stutter would be heard. Potentially even a lisp, because my mind clearly hates itself.

The halls seemed a little glum and I really hadn't expected it to seem so bare. In my mind, it was supposed to be a well-decorated building with an air of real care but it wasn't quite that. Instead, the air was heavy and could send a multitude of shivers down any person who entered. As I went to the desk a man with darker skin walked right up to me slowly but I assumed that he only wanted to get to the front of the line.
"So, what are you waiting for?" The low rumble of his voice was chilling but as I went to speak, a higher tone spoke.

"Morgan. Stop flirting, we have a case." The woman had fairly long black hair that was held in a perfect ponytail. When I turned again the receptionist was just finishing with the person before. All other receptionists seemed busy with this, that and the other.

"Hello. How can I help you?" Before my voice could be heard, a woman walked out with short blonde hair and an attitude that most could only dream of.

The pale woman spoke in reply to the receptionist.
"She is here for me." That seemed to be enough as the boss walked on but short steps were all that was needed to keep up. Heels hit the floor and echoed through the whole hall as we passed multiple new faces and into the lift. As soon as the metal doors closed the stern female finally spoke.
"Your gun, badge and security tag will be on your desk. I will show you around myself but I will let the others do the introduction. You should have been told of all the fire exits when you came here for the interview. Now, I want you to know I have no doubt that it will take time to actually be accepted, never mind feel it but they will. Now, you are to carry out your gun test today but I had no time to pick up your papers before. I will take you there myself and then you will meet the team. If there is some reason that you are unable to do or rather pass the test, you will do it again in two weeks and when you meet the team you will have to hand me your gun back until you pass. I do know that Jason Gideon, the leader of the team will have no issues if you do not have a gun with you. He believes that you do not need a gun to kill." All of the words were heard and all I could do was gulp as the lift opened onto a new floor.

"Not your floor. Ah, Arabella. The papers?" The timid woman quickly handed a piece of paper over and Strauss took it kindly.
"Thank you. I will be back soon so don't cancel any meetings. Now, let's walk."

Clearly, Strauss had kept the fact that the pair would be walking to herself as she held no bags. Me, her partner, on the other hand, was another story. One heavy bag was held on my back in the form of a rucksack and the streets ran on like busy children until the range was met. It wasn't far from the FBI quarters and so the heels could not be regretted yet.
"Hello. Your 4:30?" The woman behind the desk seemed to already know about the whole meeting. More than could be said for me.

"Yes. We will head through." Strauss walked to any free space and a bored woman walked at us with a gun that looked brand new before leaving. I had no experience with a gun and had admitted as much in my interview but clearly, that was overlooked.
"I made sure you had two chances. It is true that you should have one but this is the first time you have even held a gun." The black metal was cold as I took the gun from her and by the end. Keeping my hand from the cover. Just in case.