a simple touch [reader x spencer reid]

c h a p t e r o n e

Today, is your first day working as a supervisory special agent for the BAU at Quantico. You just graduated from the academy less than a week ago, and the director has already pulled some strings for you to work in the most appreciated department of the FBI. God, you hated the power your family had, you can never seem to escape their legacy. The thing that irritated you so much was that you wouldn't be starting as a New Agent Trainee. Most people would be thankful to be offered such a high position in a job, but you wanted to start at the bottom and make your way up to the top, just like normal people would do.

Your father was the Associate Deputy Director and your mother was the Deputy Assistant Director. Both of those positions where one of the highest ranking jobs you could get at the FBI. You would think that their relationship would have interfered at work, but sadly it didn't. You shouldn't be mad at such a stupid topic, but you worked your ass off to get to where you are now.

After high school, you moved out of your house, well not a house more like a mansion with body guards surrounding every square foot of it. You moved out of the state of Virginia to Boston. I bet you can guess where you went, Harvard. Those 4 years that passed while you were getting your BAs in criminology and psychology, seemed to fly by quickly. If you wanted to work at Quantico, you had to move back to your hometown, so that's what you did.

Steven and Laura, your parents, kept insisting that you come back and stay with them. It seemed like they were getting bored of each other and needed new company. You were the only child, so you were pressured into doing anything your parents wanted you do. But, you respectfully declined. You love your parents so much, but you needed to start your life. Heck, you were 24 and still depended on your parents for everything.

To prove that previous statement wrong, you bought your first house. A one story cottage in the northern suburbs, 3 bedrooms, and two full bathrooms. You were going to live alone, but hoped that the extra rooms will be used as an office and maybe a workout room.

The unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, actually called you yesterday to make sure all the papers were signed and that the team was excited to meet you. You were excited to meet them, but you were more nervous that they will all hate you.

The loud noise of your alarm blaring woke you up from your peaceful sleep. Groaning out loud, you extended your arms to shut it off. You were never a morning person, but it seemed like you would have to learn how to be one. Getting yourself off of the bed was a hard thing to do. You glanced at the ceiling in your dark room for about 10 minutes before you got up.

As you twisted your legs to the edge of the mattress; you still haven't bought a bed frame yet, so you are stuck on a mattress in the middle of the master bedroom, you made your way to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and washed your face.

You exercise everyday before you eat dinner, but made the quick decision to go out for a run right now. You walked out of the bathroom and flipped the lights on, and jogged to your walk-in closet. Opening the drawers to your island, you picked out gray high waisted leggings , a black tight athletic cropped top, and your Nike running shoes.

You ran around 4 miles in your neighborhood and stopped for a while to watch the sunrise from the horizon. Coming back home you looked at the oven clock that read 6:30, and hurried to the take a shower as you were expected in the office by 7:45.

The shower was short-lived, but it was well needed. You dressed in a light champagne blouse that was tucked into gray dress pants, and blow dried your hair. Your makeup was natural, light mascara on the lashes, pink highlighter to illuminate your cheekbones, and nude lipstick. You ran your fingers through you hair to plump it a little, increasing the volume. You pulled the drawer open to your dresser and picked out gold hoop earrings and a necklace with a heart charm on it. Last, but not least you grabbed a pair of light pink heels from the shelf in your closet.

To keep yourself awake you grasped premade iced coffee from your fridge and on your way to the front door you snatched a protein bar from the pantry. You didn't like your coffee with creamer or milk in it, only plain black with 3 teaspoons of sugar.

You entered your matte black sedan and drove to the Bureau. Thank god it was only a 20 minute drive as you didn't want to be late for your first day. You parked in the reserved parking space and walked confidently to the entrance.

You were always a nervous wreck when you met new people, but today you were going to change that. You walked courageously to the doors, chin-up and eyes straight. You flashed your badge that was shipped to you in the mail in the ID scanner. Your access was granted and you moved on your heals to the elevator.

You knew the BAU was on the sixth level, as you have been here a couple times as a visitor. You clicked the number 6 button and waited holding the railings in the back of the elevator. As the elevator made a halt, you stood up straight, fixed your clothes, and waited as the doors open.

You keep forgetting that this floor was always busy, agents running from left to right holding case files in their hands. You walked straight through the glass doors that were imprinted with the words Behavioral Analysist Unit.

The bullpen wasn't empty or full, it was just the right way it was supposed to be this early in the morning. You made you way to the staircase, taking your time climbing to the top. Glancing at all the name signs in the hallway, you finally reached the one that read unit chief.

You knocked softly on the door and heard a stern "Come in. " from a deep, raspy voice from inside the office. You slid the door open and squeezed your body through the gap. The tall, dark haired man stood up from his position and stuck out his hand for a handshake, "You must be the new agent." he asked.

You gave back the handshake and replied, "Yes, Y/N Y/L/N."