coolest person I've ever met - spencer reid/oc

Chapter Four: Non-flyer

She couldn't believe it. If getting kidnapped and almost killed was all it took for her to get her dream job, she would have done it a hell of a lot sooner.

"Agent Thomas", she kept repeating at her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't sure whether her clothes were fit to chase serial killers, but she wasn't willing to give up her colorful sweaters, patterned socks and yellow, blue and red converse. Her glasses were as straight as they could possibly be, perfect circles around her green eyes. Even though they'd be hardly noticed under that splash of curly gingerness that was her hair. She was as ready as she could be.

It had been some time since her rescue, but she had been in contact with Spencer. She officially considered him her friend now, and she hoped he did the same. And, to be completely honest, working with him was gonna be another fun bonus of being a profiler. She had found out he loved Doctor Who AND Star Wars too! Though she was kind of disappointed when she learned he hadn't watched Men in Black. She made it clear that she was gonna force him to see the movies someday.

Thinking about Spencer got her distracted and she found herself having to leave the house in a hurry. Come on Amy, this is gonna be a walk in the park.

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A case was assigned to the team immediately, she didn't have time to settle in. She had just enough to meet the other agents.

Agent Hotchner, who everyone seemed to call Hotch, was the Unit Chief, and he wasn't still (not that he ever was) mad at Amy for having hung up on him.

Agent Morgan was the smoothest guy you could possibly imagine and he made Amy feel comfortable from minute one. He was so easy to talk to.

The team analyst seemed SO. FREAKING. COOL. She didn't remember her surname, but she was pretty sure her name was Penelope. Amy loved how she dressed and made it her top priority to become her friend ASAP. Plus, Spence had told her that he thought they could be great friends.

Agent Jareau, or JJ, as Amy already started calling her, was the team's liaison. She was so pretty and she seemed really sweet.

Agent Prentiss... she just looked powerful, you know? She had this mysterious aura that made her so interesting. Hell, Amy wanted to be friends with every single person on this team.

Agent Gideon was like the team's grandpa. But Amy felt intimidated by him, she had read his book and she perfectly understood that he was THE profiler.

And obviously, Spence. He was wearing this patterned sweater and blue converse. She almost forgot how cute he was in pers- wait, wait, wait, nuh-huh, nope, not happening Amy, forget about this, drop it, drop it, drop it.

Drop. It.

Okay, fine. He was cute, that was simply a statement of fact, nobody could argue on this, right? Let's just... not dive deeper into this.

She was just glad to be working with a friendly face, NOT THAT HIS FACE MATTERS, GOD AMY I'M BEGGING YOU TO STOP.

Okay, anyways, a bad moment was coming. A BAD one. Going in the field for the first time you say? Nope. Chasing a serial killer? Nah, been there done that. It was flying. Amy wasn't exactly scared of flying, she had just never been on a plane before. And she DEFINITELY didn't want her new colleagues to know anything about this. But their line of work didn't help.

"Hey, are you okay?" asked Spencer turning around to look at Amy, climbing on the stairs of the jet, avoiding eye contact.

"Yup", damn it maybe that wasn't a good answer.

"Uh-huh" she added. God, she was making it worse.

"Okay..." Spencer was kind enough to ignore that weird response, but he managed to get a sit next to her on the first part of the airplane. It was pretty much a sofa. At least Amy couldn't complain about the comfort of her first flight. Amy sat more towards the middle, almost hidden from her colleagues behind the other seats, trying not to shift uncontrollably.