December 1.
Samantha Owens, in her early twenties, 5'7, brunette. Attends Harvard University. Majors in Criminology and Psychology.
Gideon must know her, he's been on edge since we got the files. Spencer to for that matter, their both off.
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The Fit. November 25, I'm back in my criminology class, i'm finishing up a paper when I hear someone behind me. "If James Deluca, did kill all those woman how did he also manage to go to work the same day Abby Nite went missing ?" I turn around to see the Dr. who was here Tuesday. "I-I'm just curious." "Well Abby Nite attended all 3 of her classes, the day she was kidnapped that would put her being home around 5:45, the walking distance from her college to her house was-," "4.6 miles" "Yes. How did you know that?" "I have a Eidetic memory" "That's actually really cool." "Really?" I was about to respond when Agent Gideon started talking. The Dr. walked away. "Hello again," I notice 3 more people walk in . A skinny Blond, a tall serious looking man, and a broad Dark skinned man. "Because I left so abruptly last time I brought my team with me." He motions towards the group of people he called his team. "Hello i'm SSA Aron Hotchner," The tall serious looking man says. "I'm the team liaison, I handle the press and choose what cases we take" The skinny blonde States. "And i'm SSA Derek Morgan" "Y'all have already met Dr. Spencer reid, and I'm Gideon. Let's begin" 30 minutes through the class, we were supposed to split up into partners but me being the loner I am, was the last one left. "Oh, um. Reid, will you be her partner for just a little" "I- uh, Yes." He walks over and I continue writing my already 75% finshed papers. "You don't even need a partner." He says leaning over my shoulder. "I like to write." "Oh really, how about reading?" "I can read 13,589 words per minute, if that answers your question." I say smiling "Really, I can read 20,000. Sorry not trying to brag, I just wanted to tell you" He starts rambling. "I understand, and anyways how do you even do that?" Of course he would take that serious. He continues tell me about he has been reading since he was 5 and how his mother used to read him story's all the time. "So what do you intend to do once your finished with Criminology?" He asked "Well I planned on applying for the FBI, but-." "But what? Your amazing at profiling and between me and you, are probably the smartest person in this class." I blush. "Thank you Spencer, I mean Dr." "No. Please call me Spencer, and I never got your name." "Samantha Owens" "Here, um take this, it's my card. If you ever need help with school or just in general give me a call" "Thank you. I will probably be calling you a lot in the next couple of days, finals are coming up and if I fail, it's game over." "Please do. I mean you don't have to but I'll-." He starts "I will Spencer." I say putting my arm on his shoulder. He smiles, why did I do that. "Okay well your already done with your paper and my teams fixing to leave so I, um, I better leave as well." "Okay, thank you Spencer." I say holding up the card.
