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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November 26, We landed not to long after that. I made my way out of my seat, and grab my back pack, our bags would be down in the main part of the airport so we head there next. "Hello this is Dr. Spencer Reid. Oh, ya we just got here, oh no, no that's fine. Yes I understand okay, goodbye," "Who was that?" "Hotch, he says you have to stay with me. Apparently more notes have been dropped off at your apartment, it's for your safety I'm sorry." "Woah," I say chuckling "Why are you sorry?" "You have to stay with me, I figured you may want to be alone." "Spence, i'm so grateful your here, and i'm happy i get to stay with you. I wouldn't really want to be alone right now." I start blushing because I realize what I just said. "Oh." "Oh what?" He asked "Nothing. There's our bags." A black suv is parked right outside the airport. Spencer's clicks a remote and the car starts up. "Wow nice car." I say nudging his arm. "It's not mine," He says smiling. Woah, woah I just got butterflies, what am I fourteen? We get in the car and I pull out my phone and see I got a text from my mom. Samantha, I love you be nice to Spencer. I laugh, she knew me so well. "What are you laughing at?" "My mom told me to be nice to you." I say smiling at him. "Tell her, I said about time." "Hey! I am very nice to you." "Sure." We get to a apartment building, which i'm assuming is where Spencer lives. "Okay we're here." Spencer opens his door and all I see is books he must have at least 1,000 books in his living room. "You own all these books?" "I've read them all." "No way." "Way." I give him a annoyed look and go over to a book. "Omg! this is my favorite book!" "What one?" "The Narrative of John Smith" "Ah." "What are you doing? "Making dinner" "You cook?" "Maybe." "What are you making?" I go and sit on the island. "Pasta?" He says almost asking a question. "Yum!" Spencer apartment is one of those big open ones you see in magazines. You walk in and your in the living room and right in the same area is the Kitchen. It's rather nice . "Okay i'm going to go shower if that's okay?" "Ya, the bathroom is up on the left." "Okay, thank you." I walk to the bathroom and look around, his bathroom is huge. I grabbed my bag on the way to the bathroom so I pull out a outfit to sleep in.
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(Outfit above.) And I get it. I sit for awhile, thinking. All of a sudden Spencer comes to my mind, his goofy smile, the way he laughs. No, no I can't do that, not again. But then I think, maybe he's different. No they never are. My ex, Ryan I ended it by running away. He was crazy, always drunk, or high he would come home screaming and one day I had enough, so I left. I get out and brush my hair and put on some moisturizer, and walk out of the bathroom as soon as I open the door I can smell the pasta, and then I realize how hungry I really am. "Hey." I say. Spencer turns and stares for a couple of seconds. "Are you okay?" "Oh, egh, yea. Hungry?" "Very." After dinner I go a jump on the couch Spencer is already sitting on. "Ouch." He says laughing. I laugh and grab the book I had been reading.
Spencer POV:
Sam sits on the other side of the couch reading a book and I find myself staring, I mean of course I would stare anybody would shes beautiful. But, she wouldn't like me. They never do. "He spence," "Ya." "What are we doing tomorrow?" "We are going to go to Quantico" "Oh, okay." She says I can tell she's getting tired. "You can take my bed" "I can sleep on the coach." "No, no way am I taking your bed!" "It's fine sam, really!" "No." "Okay your loss." I say getting up. "Hey." She's grabbing my hand as I walk by. "Thank you, for everything" "Of course ." I go to bed and think. What just happened.
