A/N: I just thought I'd give this a go. I only own Stacey.
Spencer Reid was the golden boy. The genius. The one everyone underestimated at first glance. It had been yet another case. An exceptionally rough one. It had tried the whole team emotionally and they'd not made it in time to save the kidnapped toddler. To put more stress on him, the police there refused to take him seriously, mocking his youth and intelligence. Now Spencer Reid was on his way to the one place he could feel normal.
"Spencer!" The woman chirped as he entered the sandwich shop and bakery. She didn't know where he worked or his IQ. They would talk about movies or books, never anything too deep. She was intelligent enough but not enough to make him have to break out the genius. "You want the usual?"
"Stacey! Yes, please." She set to work putting his sandwich together. "There's yet another those movies coming out tomorrow."
"Shit," she mumbled. "I'm going to be dragged. Since she failed her driving test, I'll be forced to escort Sarah."
"Oh, come on. You can survive it. You made it through the others."
"I don't know sweetie. I'm about to hit my maximum." She handed him his plate as he fidgeted in his seat at the bar. "If that damn girl looks all forlornly at the dead guy one more timeā¦"
"Isn't this the one where they cut the baby out of her or something?" Reid watched as realization dawned on her.
"I'll get to see her in pain! Oh, Spencer I can't wait!" She blurted out excitedly. He chuckled to himself. "Where have you been this last week sir?"
"Work," he answered simply.
"Oh," she responded, knowing not to ask anymore. He preferred this purely superficial friendship. They talked about pop culture. Occasionally a personal tidbit would slip in, but it never went to personally. Their conversation would continue until he finished his meal and left the one place where he was just Spencer, that guy who likes his nutella and strawberry sandwhich grilled and can tear apart Twilight with the best of them.
