Spencer Reid x OC.

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You don't learn to walk by following rules. You learn by doing, and by falling over. - Richard Branson.

Aurora's POV.

"Spencer you aren't funny. Just go to work and be a hero, just not a hero that dies, gets hurt or goes missing." He leant down and let his lips fall to my forehead. My hand moved out and hit him off. He was going to be late to his job.

"You seem too happy for me to leave." Fake hurt hit my face as I watched him move to the door and put his shoes on.

"I have a roommate who will have a lot of questions. Little does she know that I slept on your sofa." He smirked up at me and the look of care he sent me made my stomach erupt with butterflies.

Spencer had barely left when I fell into a deep sleep. The night had been filled with a series of movies. Movies that I had to see but, in reality, I didn't find them all that good. In this slumber, I found it not lasting as long as I would have liked as the door was loudly knocked. I stood and wiped my hands down my trousers. A habit I must have picked up from Spencer. I got to the door and slightly opened it but when I saw the friendly neighbour, I opened the door wider. His hair was a dark brown with streaks of grey. Age had taken a play on his features as the crow's feet were formed around his eyes. Eyes that shone with green and blue. The flecks of blue were amazing. He was always dressed in the smartest of clothes as a new handkerchief was always in his small pocket. The suit seemed old fashioned but it was well cared for and newly bought.

"Sorry. I thought Spencer would be here still but doesn't matter. Spencer offered to care for my cat when I went on holiday. Can you tell him I will be leaving tomorrow so if he could feed her tomorrow night I would be very grateful? The key will be where the two of us discussed. Can you tell him thanks?" I nodded and wiped my eyes with my knuckles. He nodded and thanked me before leaving. I brought my phone out of my pocket and rang his phone. Only to hear a vibration from the small table by the sofa. I lifted it and saw his badge as well. My mind could not comprehend how he was so smart and yet unable to remember his badge and phone. It was my turn to slip on a pair of shoes as I moved to the steps.

The walk to the station wasn't bad though, it was a little too busy for my liking. The worst of it all was the pat-down from security at the doors of the FBI. Spencer did owe me as having that much human contact was not a particularly nice thing for me but that was the way it went. Sometimes the comfort of life had to be pushed and pulled. I gave a clearly uncomfortable smile to the security guard before entering and moving into the thankfully empty lift. The floor was pressed and I waited to meet Spencer. The door was pushed open and the office was seen. I had never been into the office and it all seemed to be too busy.

"Hey, sweet thing. Can I ask what you are doing here? Want a piece of me?" Derek was always cheeky whenever I had met him. Even if it had only been a few times. Mainly to give evidence but that happened at my university.

"I need to see Spencer." He was confused at first and then he gave me an odd laugh. His hand became a fist and it fell onto his other palm. He moved his head to one direction as he then began to walk in the same direction. I figured he wanted me to follow him and so I quickly did. I was brought to a large desk with stacks of folders and paperwork. A real mess was the only way to describe it and so clearly the desk belonged to Spencer. I gave a small thanks to Derek before sitting in the large spinning chair. I sat there for a while before I heard Spencer. An agent who had been to see me the most was also seen. She was kind and her black hair looked similar to the shade my hair was when dyed.