Joan let out a sigh as she continued down the dimly lit hallway to her hotel room. She felt like trash, but in truth, she was trash.

It wasn't her fault, she had three kids at home to feed and rent to keep up with even though it was a hell hole. She had no choice but to be trash since she wasn't highly educated like her younger sibling.

No, she was the screw-up, meaning she was stuck at the low end field of jobs. Since not a lot of people were hiring, she was stuck with the only thing that never guaranteed her health or safety, but brought in a nice sum of money. Well, enough to keep her children alive.

"Bitch, hurry it up," the man growled as she neared the room not too far from him. His face was obscured with the hat hung low over his face and his jacket collar was popped up to cover the lower half of his face. Though, this wasn't exactly not normal for her customers. She actually had a man that wore a mask of a sad face, which freaked her out but money was money.

"Mmm, sorry baby," she cooed seductively as she batted her eyes at him. With a smirk, she leaned in and tried to place a kiss on his cheek, but paused when he flinched. "What's wrong? Nervous? Don't be nervous, baby. You're going to have one hell of a night."

"Oh…I know I am," the man muttered as he walked into the room, pulling her along with him. He slammed the door shut and shoved her deeper into the room.

"Hey!" She frowned, stumbling a bit since she was wearing stilettos. "No need to be hasty, now. Jeez, aren't you just moody."

Joan was about to say something else but froze when he brought up a hand with something metallic and sharp aimed right at her. First thing she wanted to do was scream, yet not a sound came out with her mouth wide open in terror.

Samantha chuckled when her friend went off to dance with some guy, who was rather attractive. It was amusing to watch her friend slide right up to the guy and without a single ounce of shame, began pulling him away from his friend right into the dance floor. After a few seconds, she wasn't able to tell her friend and the guy apart from the mass.

"They all look so…"

"Sweaty? Uncomfortable? Animalistic?"

"All of the above," the person replied with a small grin. Samantha looked over at the friend the other man had left behind and chuckled. He looked so out of place compared to his friend that it amused her to no end. She would have un-tucked his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, undo a few buttons and messed up his hair a little so that he could score a few of the girls that night, but she hardly knew him well enough to do something like that. Instead, she continued to talk to him so that he wouldn't feel left out.

"Thinking about joining them?" She asked.

"No," he chuckled nervously, shaking his head. "Not for me. I can't dance like Morgan and all those bodies so close together, it doesn't look like fun."

"Won't know until you try." Samantha grinned.

"Are you asking?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Samantha laughed. "Don't know your name, sweetheart. Give me a name and maybe I'll give you a spectacular experience out on the dance floor."

"Are you basing this off my name? As in if I have a spectacular name, I'll get a spectacular time? Or-"

"How about I start off instead?" she cut him off quickly, biting back another laugh. "I'm Samantha Bennett." She extended a hand out to him to shake just as another couple rushed past them and onto the dance floor. "Wow, almost had my arm taken off right then."

"I should tell you my name before that happens then," he mumbled with a small smile. He shook her hand, saying, "Spencer Reid. I'm older than I look and I have a high IQ."

"Fantastic, I have an average IQ?" She wasn't sure how to respond, but tried not to dwell on it. "Since you brought it up, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four," he answered with a nod. "But my IQ is actually 187 and I have a few Ph. D and BAs in different subjects." Samantha's eyes widened as he went on, but she didn't mind it too much. If anything, it was rather interesting to meet someone so smart, but she began to feel very stupid.

"Wow, that's quite impressive, Mr. Smarty Pants." She smiled, showing that she meant no harm by the last bit. "I really need to go back to college so I can at least match you in all those degrees. Man, I used to think I was smart. Guess not!"

Reid was about to reply, but his cell phone interrupted him. He glanced at Samantha, who tilted her head in curiosity on what was going on. For a second, he forgot about the phone as he looked into her worried green eyes.

He snapped himself out of it and answered the phone. With a frown, he hung up and turned back to the girl.

"I have to get going," he sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Samantha pouted playfully. "Oh darn, will I ever get to meet you again?"

"It would be nice to talk to you again." He smiled, thinking that he did have a pleasant time with her when Morgan went off with her friend. "Maybe next time you'll take me out onto the dance floor?"

"Well, I have to make sure you're ready for that step. But yeah, sounds like a plan." She nodded as her friend and the guy, Morgan, joined them. With a nod and a wave, the two men departed from the women to most likely catch an unsub.

Don't own Criminal Minds. Weird to state I own any of my OCs...but I do own them. I like reviews since it tells me that the people reading likes it...or dislikes it. Meh, first chapter...still getting used to the show, but I'm learning.