The Louvre | Spencer Reid ✓

o n e - "doctors"

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed as I picked up my coffee cup from the floor- coffee and my charts all over.

"Oh no it's my fault I'm sorry, let me help you."

After I grab most of my charts I look up at the man I ran into, beautiful hazel eyes, a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds, and cute brown curly locks on his head.

"Uh thank you for helping me pick up my things," I said to him as he finished cleaning the coffee up off the ground.

"No problem," he smiled, "let me buy you another cup, to make up for me walking into you."

"Oh it's no big deal."

"I insist."

I smiled and said ok, I might as well get a free cup of coffee from this cute guy, I didn't have any pages to answer so I had some time to kill. We walked back over to the cafe and I ordered my usual iced coffee with caramel and he ordered a plain coffee... with a shit ton of sugar. We go and sit at one of the tables.

"Drinking coffee with that much sugar is going to make you diabetic," I chuckled and smiled back at me,"I never got your name."

"Oh yeah sorry, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid."

Oh shit, he's a doctor, most likely an attending and I probably just screwed up my chances if I ever have to work with him. Great.

"Um- Dr? I'm sorry I've never seen you around, I know I should know most attendings by now but I don't, what department do you work in?" I asked nervously. He started to laugh.

"What is so funny, I'm sorry."

"Oh no, it's my fault, I'm not a medical doctor. I forgot I'm in a hospital and I should probably specify, I have a PhD... well three actually."

"Thank god," I sighed, "I thought you were an attending and I just screwed up big time. I'm Dr. Rosalie Corman, first year OB/GYN resident."

"Impressive," he said as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Clearly not as impressive as you, mister three PhD's, what are they in... actually how old are you, you look to be around my age?"

"Well they are in chemistry, mathematics, and engineering. And for your second question I am 30." I was shocked at his answers.

"You are only 30 and have 3 PhD's, are you a genius or something?" I asked, genuinely interested.

"Well I guess you could say I'm technically a genius, I have an IQ of 187, I have an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words per minute." I sat there in shock not knowing how to respond.

"Wow," is all I could come up with. I sat there playing with my fingers not knowing what to say next, I didn't want this conversation to end so soon.

"So what do you do for a living?"

"I work for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit." I gave him a confused face not knowing what that was.

"I profile serial killers for a living." I choked on my coffee as he told me what he does.

"Oh my god, that's impressive but at the same time insane! What are you doing here?"

"Well we have a victim here that is in surgery and we need to interview."

"Oh" I said as I looked down at the table.

Of course when I'm having a fun time for once, my pager rings, "oh crap, I have to go see what they need."

Spencer looks at me sincerely, "it's ok, I had a really nice time taking to you."

"You too," I smiled and got up from the table, grabbing my coffee and headed back to the OB/GYN floor.

———————

"Rosalie Anne Corman, you have got to be kidding me!" Leah, my best friend and roommate since medical school said to me as she slammed her locker shut, " you finally find a hot, intelligent, bad-ass guy that seems nice and you don't get his number?"

I knew this conversation was coming. Although Leah was my person, and I honestly don't know how I would be surviving without her, she can be a bit much sometimes. I guess when they say opposites attract it is true, Leah is about as different from me as you can get- from looks to personality. She is blonde, skinny, outgoing, and a social butterfly, oh and she is also specializing in trauma.

As soon as I told her about Spencer and that I forgot to get his number, I knew I was in deep shit from Leah. She cares about me, she has seen me at my worst and wants what is best for me.

"I know Leah," I responded slightly annoyed, "I should have got his number, I'm kinda mad at myself too." We both finished changing out of our scrubs and started to walk to the metro. We both just finished a 36 hour shift, which is rare for us to both be done at the same time. I had the rest of the week off because I hit my limit of hours I'm allowed to work a week, but Leah only had tomorrow off then a short shift on Sunday.

We finally get to our apartment and we both head to the kitchen, we are starving. Good thing one of Leah's many talents is cooking, because I can't cook for shit. I sat down at a stool at our counter as Leah started to cook dinner. As I was sitting I started thinking about how pissed I am for not getting his number. I know I shouldn't be so caught up on a boy I just met, but this felt different.

" I should have got his number."

"Yeah, what did you say he did for a living?" Leah questioned as she stood stirring a pot on the stove.

"He works in the behavioral analysis unit of the fbi."

"Well, there can't be that many people working on the unit, we could track him down."

"Leah!" I exclaimed, "I'm not stalking and FBI agent!"

"It's not stalking, it's just... investigating."

"Forget it," I said as Leah placed a plate in front of me, "it's no big deal."

Even though I tried to tell myself it was no big deal, I was secretly hoping Dr. Spencer Reid would show up at the hospital again one day.

———————

A/N- wow first chapter of this book!! I'm excited to write this and I actually somewhat have a plan for this book lol. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

Vote, comment, and follow!

-Emily