Hello everyone,
This is my first Criminal Minds Story. Constructive criticism is acceptable to me.
This whole story began as a joke between me and a friend about what kind of girl would actually be interested in Reid
And so it begins.
Chapter 1 Meeting Jill
Dr. Spencer Reid, Special Agent of the FBI stood at the firing range. He carefully reloaded his weapon and continued to fire. He had to discharge his weapon in self defense several times in life. When it came to actually scoring on the range he failed. Marksmanship for some reason was difficult for him to grasp. As he emptied out his clip he felt a presence next to him.
Standing there was a fellow agent. Reid did not know her name. He had only seen her a few times. At first he thought she was someone's daughter. He had seen her in clothing that made her appear to be a teenager. Then he saw her again sometime later, with her badge. That was how he came to know her has an agent. She was short and had long light brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail.
"I figured out your problem. It's your handling technique." She said over the sound of people firing.
"Excuse me?" Reid said.
"Your. Handling. Technique. It has nothing to do with your eyes or breathing. The reason that you can't fire is your hands."
Reid was a little taken aback by the comment.
The woman smiled and slid her hand across his arm until she got to his hands. She then worked to position his fingers around the weapon. "You need to feel comfortable. Relax yourself and adjust your grip like this." She said while adjusting his grip on the weapon.
She pulled back for a moment. "Now relax and fire."
Reid fired again.
"You were watching to see where the round hit. Again." She said.
"Just how long have you been watching me?" Reid asked.
"For about the length of two magazines. It took me that long to figure out your problem and decide how I could help you." The woman answered. "You don't move until you count to five after squeezing the trigger. And don't you dare pull it."
Reid fired again.
"Look at your shot now."
Reid was looking at an almost dead center shot.
"Thank You." He said in shock at hitting the mark like that. "Do you have any more advice?"
"Probably positioning." The woman said. "Maybe working on steadying yourself and trying not to answer the question the immediately."
Reid was not used to women speaking to him like this. There was something definitely strange about this woman.
"The name's Jill by the way," she said calmly.
"Dr. Reid, Spencer." Reid answered.
"I know. The BAU genius." Jill said smiling.
"I don't believe I am a genius." Reid remarked.
"Take it has a compliment." Jill said.
"Then you wouldn't mind teaching the genius something."
"Alright. Lesson one, positioning." Jill said in slight tone. "Have you tried other positions than the classic stance?"
"No," Reid replied. It wasn't something he thought about much.
"I thought so." Jill said. "Let's try another position. This one is not my favorite, but works for some." She said standing behind him. "Extend both arms forward." She placed her hands on his shoulders rolling them forward. "Roll your shoulders forward. Now you're positioned. Take aim. Fire."
Reid was taken a little by this woman. When she was close he managed to catch a whiff of her perfume.
"Lesson two, trigger squeeze." Jill adjusted his fingers around the weapon like she had before. "You want to use the tip of your finger rather than your whole finger. That will keep you from accidently pulling the trigger. Ready, now fire"
Reid listened to Jill, she was different than other instructors that he had. Most had considered the fact that he was not required to have a weapon that he was not worth the effort.
"Lesson three, eyes sight. Line up the target with the weapon. Do not watch the round. It's the round's job to make it onto the target."
Reid lined up the target and fired again.
"Lesson four. Put down the weapon Dr. Reid." Jill said directly. Reid squinted his eyebrows for a second then placed his weapon down. "Lesson four, the target. That target is your enemy. You did not put the target there, the target put itself there. All animals and humans have a basic survival instinct. You must allow the instinct."
Reid considered all the people he knew in his life. This was by far a new character to him. She flipped the switch to bring the target forward. Jill then replaced the target with a brand new one and sent it back down the range.
"Try shooting again." Jill said stepping away from Reid.
Dr. Reid finished out the clip. All the rounds landed in the center of the target.
"Thank you." Reid said turning around to face Jill. He was just a little amazed.
"You did well. When are you qualifying?" Jill asked.
"Tomorrow," Reid answered.
"Good luck then," Jill said walking away.
Dr. Reid without realizing it watched her walk away. He couldn't quite believe what had happened. A woman had out of the blue helped him by leaps and bounds in his marksmanship. She had approached him. The way that she touched him and the way she talked with him. It was as though she wanted to meet him. Dr. Reid had found himself in territory he was unsure about.
The next day he stood at the firing range and had qualified, on the first try, no less.
Morgan had come out to watch Reid fire. It was probably just to make fun of him for missing and failing at something. Not today though. Dr. Spenser Reid of the BAU had qualified on the first try.
After they had left the firing range Morgan had everyone in the BAU gather around. "Everyone," He said proudly. "I think we should all congratulate our good doctor here. He has really outdone himself this time."
Reid could tell by the looks on everyone's faces they thought he had failed again.
Morgan held up the target for all to see. "These rounds were placed by our very own Reid."
Applauds came quickly.
"How did you do it?" Prentiss asked impressed by the shots.
"Practice." Reid said. Along with a different training tactic he thought to himself.
"Well done," Hotchner said patting Reid on the shoulder.
"Thank you." Reid said sitting down, feeling a little proud of himself.
Later that day Reid saw Jill in the hallway.
"I passed." He said stopping to talk to her. He folded his arms across his chest, a habit he still had not broken when talking to people.
"I figured you would." Jill said smiling. "I took you for a quick learner."
"Not all the time." Reid replied.
"In this case you weren't." Jill said. "I figured out why afterwards. You were always taught from the same perspective. You just needed a different lesson." Jill said. "But I think dinner after work tonight to celebrate."
Did I just get asked out on date? Reid thought to himself. He squinted in the curiosity look he was prone to do.
"I will meet you out front at say five thirty." Jill said still smiling.
"I will be there." Reid replied.
"Alright." Jill said nodding and walking away.
Dr. Reid was very rarely at a loss of words or complete thoughts. This was that moment. For some strange reason he really did not mind.
This whole thing is some kind of joke. Someone wants to play a joke on the geek. Reid thought as he walked down to the front of the building. She wasn't going to be there. They were going to laugh at him. Just like the kids that stood and laughed as he was being kicked in school. This was no different. Reid prepared himself for the disappointment.
Yet there she was. Jill had taken the time to freshen up since she saw him last. She was in a soft blue top and a skirt. Reid could have sworn she was in pants earlier.
"Shall we?" Jill said taking his arm. "You didn't think I wasn't going to show up did you?"
"No," Spencer lied.
"Let's go get something to eat." Jill said leading Spencer out of the building.
Spencer thought about the last time he was lead out of a building by a girl. It was back when he was in college. A Sorority was having a scavenger hunt. One of the items on the hunt had been a geek. He was used to be picked on during his life. That was just what had happened there. He had handled it like he always had.
Jill and Spencer walked down to a restaurant not for from the FBI building, Patti's. Reid recognized the restaurant. There were unspoken, unwritten rules about the place. It was considered a no work zone in the FBI and people turned a blind eye to anything except that which was illegal. It was a good place for two dating FBI agents or a celebrating couple.
Spencer and Jill sat down at a table a little bit away from the main crowd. Both Reid and Jill ordered water for drinks. "Here is to you, for passing." Jill said offering her glass.
"Most people toast with alcohol." Spenser said after they clicked glasses. He then started to divulge into the history of the toast and why alcohol was used.
Jill just smiled and listened while he talked. She did not try to stop him or act bored.
"I don't drink. Not even for toasts." Jill said when Spencer was finished.
"Why not?" Spencer asked for curiosity.
"That question doesn't get answered until at least the sixth date." Jill replied looking away for a moment. She played it has looking to see if the waiter was bringing their food.
"I usually don't get to the sixth date." Spencer said. "I am usually set up on one time dates."
Jill looked as though she was thinking about it for a moment. She then looked him in the eyes. "You are a profiler, you would know if I was lying to you?"
"Yes I would." Reid said sincerely.
"Simple truth then." Jill flatly stated. "But I am sure you would know that it goes deeper." Jill looked into Spencer's eyes again then looked down. "My father was drug addict. My mother is an alcoholic and drug addict. I swore sometime ago that I would not follow that path. I have never drunk alcohol and I will only take drugs on my Doctor's orders."
"You used your father in the past tense." Spencer said gently beckoning Jill to continue.
"I haven't seen him since I was six. One of my cousins from that side of the family sent me an Email about 6 months ago telling me that he had died." Jill said looking at him again.
"You never had a relationship with him." Spencer said.
"That wasn't a question, was it."
"No I suppose not."
"Now we come to a dead stop in the conversation as one of us tries to lighten the air." Jill said trying to smile. "That is why that question is reserved for the sixth date. It is usually by that date the one will decide if you are going to pursue or drop the entire engagement with that person."
"Is there a rule book on this somewhere I can read?" Spencer said.
Jill laughed. "What makes a genius decide to join the FBI anyway?"
"I wanted to ever since I was a kid." Spenser said "I knew I had talents that were beneficial. I wasn't really interested in going to medical. I wanted to study human behavior. That is how I came to be interested in crime fighting." He gave the simple answer himself. "What about you, what made you decide to join?"
"It wasn't planned believe me." Jill said. "If you would have told me that I was going to be an FBI agent when I was younger I wouldn't have believed you." Jill took a breath before continuing. "I joined the Army the day after I graduated High School. I got a one way ticket out of there. The Army helped me out when I needed it. While I was stationed at Hood I met an FBI agent. He was actually the brother of one of the officers in my unit. We sat and talked for a while. He was the one who convinced me to join and helped me get in."
Spencer listened to her talk. He knew from his training that Jill would not be interested in talking about her past. It was something that had caused her pain. It caused her pain returning to those memories. While she talked he did take notice of the cross around her neck. It was a very simple piece.
"What do you actually do?" Spencer asked.
"I work in Cyber Crimes Against Children." She answered.
"That job has a high burn out rate." Spencer said, knowing that agents only last a few years before they are burned out.
"I don't know if they would actually let me go though." Jill said laughing.
"Why is that?" Reid said, curious about the laughter.
"Have you seen me walking around the office in kids' clothes, looking like a teenager?" Jill asked.
"Yes," Reid said automatically figuring what she actually did. She disguised herself has a teenager in order to lure suspects. "When I first saw you I thought you might be someone's daughter."
"I use my younger looking appearance to help catch pedophiles." Jill said. "When I dress in certain clothing I look like a teenage girl. I actually convinced one guy I was twelve. He was well beyond the legal limit at the time when he was arrested. I still take it has a compliment. I go through message boards and blogs on-line to try to follow them and see if I can talk them into a meeting."
"You're good with the computer then." Reid said.
"Just social networks." Jill said. "My partner Stewart, Stewie, is the real computer genius. He keeps things set up and going for me. We work very well together."
"We have a technician that works with us, Garcia. She makes me look like a kid with what she does." Reid said. "Our cases would not get solved as quickly without her help."
"She seems pretty special." Jill said. "You have a good team then."
Reid continued describing the people on the team. Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, J.J. and Prentiss.
After dinner he walked her back to her to her car in the FBI parking lot. "I really did have a good time tonight," she said getting into the car.
"So did I," Reid replied getting the door for her.
Reid went home feeling happy. He sat down at his desk and wrote to his mom about Jill, wondering if she would approve.
