A/N: Alright, I have a confession; I love Spencer Reid and his adorkableness (copyright to LyraRaine). This story flips back and forth between multiple POV's so bear with me please. This is my second fanfic. My first one posted on here. I own nothing but Summer Raine and Criminal Minds Belongs to CBS and writers...

EDITED 2/19/2013: Hello peoples! Wow it's Been a loooong while. So rewrite! Awesome right? I'm hoping for a better response this time around. I am a better writer... So mainly just here to fix grammar, plot holes, combining chapters, over use of POV changes... If there's anything you guys absolutely want (or need) me to change PM me/ review and I'll fix it! OH! And I hope you don't hate but I really dislike Summer's name so I'm changing it. If you want it back tell me!

Chapter One: Saviors

Tempest woke up in a dark room. The only light coming from a small lamp on a table, across the room.

Oh god, oh god, oh god! she screamed in her head. She was in pain from head to toe and drenched in blood, her blood. It wasn't a nightmare. He'd caught up with her. After weeks of running, and missing class, he'd finally caught her. Tyler.

"Come here, Tempe!" her attacker yelled. She shivered but dared not move. It hurt too much. Tyler grabbed a hand full of her thick, dirty blonde hair. "I said come here!" He smacks her across the face, causing her already bruised cheek to split open.

"Tyler, stop! Please! I'll do anything. Just please don't hit me again." she pleaded.

He laughed darkly at her pathetic appearance. "You're my favorite. I'm gonna savor you. I'm gonna be with you until your very last breath." He walked over to his table full of tools. "You wanna know why?" He grabbed a knife and brought it over to her, pressing the point on to her her stomach. "Because you came to me. You were the one," he pressed down on the knife, piercing her skin, "the one who came up to me in that café. I bet you're regretting that decision now."

There was a crash upstairs alerting the couple to company. Like a cat, Tyler jumped up and over to the table, snagging the silver pistol that lie there. The door crashes open before he could return to her. Two men ran in.

"FBI! Put the gun down and step away from the girl!"one of them snaps.

The already dark room darkened more as Tempest closed her eyes in relief and a sudden wave of tiredness.

"Tempest? Tempest?" The sudden voice in her ear, causes her eyes to flash open. She's nearly blinded by the overhead lights that were flipped on. She blinks and when she manages to reopen her eyes, part of the light is blocked out by a shape. "Tempest, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI. I need you to stay awake."

"Thank-you," she whispers and tries to nod, but finds herself unable to do so. She closes her eyes determined only to do it for a moment, however, she welcomes the calming blackness with open arms.

When she woke up, a bright light blinded Tempest. With an improbable thought about being in heaven, she blinks, her eyes coming into focus. She glanced around. the white walls and rhythmic beeping alerting her to her current predicament. She was lying in a very uncomfortable hospital bed, her left arm in a cast and sling, the broken under wire of her bra pinching her, and her hair matted with, my blood, she supposes. A noise to her right tells her of her company. She turns her neck too fast and pulls a muscle.

"Ow," Tempest gasps.

A nurse with mousey brown hair pulled into a low bun stops checking the readings on the machines to glance at the patient.

"Ahh! She's awake," the nurse whispers.

Tempest tries to pull herself further into a sitting position, but with one arm out of commission and a sharp pull of stitches in her stomach, she found it next to impossible.

"Oh, honey! Here let me help!" The nurse grabbed the pillow off the couch and stuffed it behind Tempest. "There! Now be careful and don't try to move too much. You're in a lot of pain and you need rest." She placed here hand softly on the young woman's knee. A knock on the door interrupts the sweet moment.

"Come in," the nurse calls out. A brunette woman walked in followed by a young man not much older than Tempest. "She's awake as you can see. You can talk to her on one condition; no rapid fire questions."

"Tempest Reynolds? I'm Emily Prentiss, and this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're with the BAU. We'd like you to answer a few questions." the brunette said.

Tempest nodded. "Okay."

"Do you remember what happened?" Dr. Reid asks. She swallowed and nods.

"Yes," she says before explaining the story to them from the beginning, starting at when Tyler had kidnapped her. When she reached the part about his partner, the two agents stopped her.

"Partner?" Agent Prentiss asked.

Tempest nodded. "He called her his apprentice. I never saw her but, I'm pretty sure I've heard her voice before," she explains. "I just don't know where."

"Do you think you could pick her out of a line up?"

Tempest shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

"Okay," Prentiss says wrapping it up. "Thank-you for your time. We'll be back if we have any more questions."

The two agents stand up and move to leave the room. Tempest stops them by calling out, "Dr. Reid?"

"Yes?" He asks, turning around.

"Thank-you." she breathes. Dr. Reid just nodded, before walking out.

Tempest only spent a week in the hospital. Her only serious injuries were her broken arm and the stitched up mess on her stomach that would be sure to scar. She had to admit, though, it felt good knowing she'd be home safe soon. She seemed so composed to those around her, so perfectly fine. But with a trained eye, one could tell she was frightened. She woke up gasping in the middle of the night, was constantly glancing around, poised as if something truly evil would jump out of the shadows.

She had changed into some clothes that Prentiss had brought her. She convinced the entirety of the BAU team to let her call them by their first names, since she was to spend the next however long in their protective custody. They still hadn't caught Tyler's 'apprentice,' as he called her. Spencer was a little hesitant with the first name basis thing, though. So it was for that reason that she mixed using first and last names.

"Hey, Tempe. Are you ready?" Derek asked knocking lightly on the door.

She glances back towards him, a grin on her face. "Yep," she says, grabbing her bag of toiletries off the end of the bed with her good hand. "So, who else is riding with us?"

"Uh, Reid," Derek answers.

"You two get paired up a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah." Derek led Tempest through the maze of halls and out to the black SUV waiting for them. Dr. Reid was leaning up against the car, reading.

Tempe glances at the title of the book, something about profiling"Is it good?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess. It's about criminal profiling and how-"

She holds up her hand. "Dr. Reid, I really don't care what is about."

"Tempest, can ask you a question?" Spencer asked, his voice obtaining tone that suggested she had said something bothersome.

"Yes. What is it that is bothering you ever so much?" she teased as she got in the car.

He frowns and glances towards his chucks. "Why do you call me Dr. Reid and everyone else by their first names?"

"I call them by their last names too. But I've noticed it bothers you. But if it makes you feel any better; Spencer get your bum in this car." She snaps playful, smirking as he got in with a slight smile on his face. The drive to the bull pen wasn't very long. There she met two very important members to the team; Penelope Garcia and Jennifer Jereau, or JJ as everyone calls her. Both, she knew, would become very good friends of her in the near future.

Tempest seemed to fit in quite nicely with the BAU. Everyone loved her. And why shouldn't they? She was a nice, sweet, beautiful woman. Her long dirty blonde hair was always perfectly straightened. Her make-up, the very little she wore made her stormy-blue the color of the Caribbean.

"Reid!" Morgan called. "Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna talk to the object of your staring?"

Reid's cheeks flush a pale pink. "Huh? I wasn't staring."

"Whatever you want to tell yourself, Lover Boy. But sooner or later you're gonna have to talk to the girl you're crushing on," Morgan tells him.

"I am not "crushing on" Tempest. I was thinking about the case."

"You're majorly crushing, Reid. Everyone knows it, even Tempe. You haven't taken your eyes off her since you walked in the building," Garcia says a smile gracing her magenta lips.

"Shut up, Garcia!" Reid snaps. He stands and takes a few short steps to the old Mr. Coffee and pours himself a glass. As he pours the over excessive amount of sugar into the mug, Rossi comes to stand next to him.

"Don't get yourself worked up over them. I can see why you would be attracted to Tempest. She's very beautiful, and smart. Go talk to her Reid. Enjoy your youth," With that he walked away.

Reid frowned. He wasn't attracted to her. He was simply trying to figure her out and understand why she tried hiding how she felt.

Tempest had noticed Spencer staring at her. It felt like a constant tug on her hair. He was talking to Derek and Garcia. And though she couldn't hear what they were saying, but it looked like Spencer was getting mildly upset. After a while he got up and went to get coffee. David went over a moment later and started talking to him without giving him a chance to respond.

"Tempest," Aaron called startling her from her spying. She turned. He was standing in the doorway to his office. With a small wave towards from him, she excused herself from the conversation she was no longer paying attention to.

"Yes?" she inquires as she reaches him

"It's been a long week for all of us, especially you. I want you to take Reid home with you and get some sleep," he said.

Tempe smiled. Spending a little alone time with Reid should be intreaguing. It would be fun to outsmart the genius.

"Okay," she speaks with a bit too much enthusiasm. "We'll go as soon as Reid is ready."

"Be careful," Hotch warns.

"I will."