AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! So, I'm fairly new to the Criminal Minds world which boggles my mind and I've had to ask myself what I've been doing with my life before I started watching the show. I'm pretty certain I'm quickly becoming obsessed with it which has allowed this creation to come from that budding obsession. This story began as a mere thought that I pushed aside but before I knew it, I had my notebook out and I was scribbling away, and ta-da!

There are a few things to add:
1. I'm currently watching Season 4 which isn't that far into it but I have big original ideas for it.
2. This story is based on the past and present relationship between Spencer and my OC.

So without further ado, here is The Meetings of the Waters.

I hope you enjoy!

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PROLOGUE

Past

He remembered watching her from afar.

They were sat in the coffee shop on separate tables. Him with a case study, a cup of black coffee and a slice of banana bread. She, with a book whose spine was broken which could only mean that it wasn't her first time reading it, a hot chocolate with whipped cream, a chocolate cupcake, and her mobile phone laid beside her on the table. It illuminated the air around her every few seconds, and he would watch as she would tear her gaze away from her book and onto the phone for a few seconds before returning it to her book. Her hot chocolate and cupcake remained untouched, until the beverage became cold and the whipped cream was no longer as whipped as it was.

He moved his gaze from her and back down on the case file. It was a heavy case, and he found he needed to be in a normal place where normal people hung out when reading a violent case study. A young couple had been kidnapped and their families had begun to receive small boxes that contained parts of their children. Nails, locks of hair, at first. Then fingers, toes, ear lobes…

DNA testing proved to them that it was from the missing couple, but there was nothing else to suggest anything to them. The boxes always came clear of anything with no fingerprints, no traces of any DNA of the potential suspect.

He felt the burn of her stare first. He kept his calm despite the intensity of it being overwhelming, and kept his attention focused upon the case file. Her gaze remained on him for a moment, longer than a usual casual glance over, which he furrowed his brow out.

He bit the bullet and raised his gaze. His eyes fell on her immediately, and he observed her falter then, before she averted her gaze quickly, her eyes widening as she berated herself mentally. She fidgeted with the page of her book, hands and page shaking at being caught watching him.

A soft smile etched across his face at her embarrassed reaction. He returned his gaze onto the file, even though all he wanted to do was to watch her reaction. It wasn't long before he felt the heat of her gaze return, and he looked up slowly. She didn't look away this time, and he couldn't fight the smile that forced itself onto his face. He was awkward and shy, and so was she. He could tell from the way she held the page between two fingers, and the slight shake of the page despite there being no breeze.

She was smiling at him as if she remembered him from somewhere, but he couldn't place her. He hadn't seen her around campus; he remembered everyone's face, and he would have remembered hers. He furrowed his brow for a moment, as she tore her gaze away from him once more and packed her things away. She drank her cold hot chocolate and wrapped her cupcake up in the napkin and placed it in her bag.

She gave him one last smile before making her way out of the warm coffee shop and out onto the street outside. Something within him was telling him to follow her, but he knew it would look strange if he raced after her. Had she forgotten anything that he could give back to her? As he searched the table, he found nothing.

He heard the heavy door open and looked up to find her walking towards him. He was taken aback, and stood to his full height, a reflex of some sort that he couldn't control. She noted that with a smile. As she came to a stop in front of him, she rubbed the back of her neck: a nervous habit she'd tried to conquer.

"I… don't normally do this, but… would you like to go for coffee sometime?" she asked, her voice, soft and delicate, shook with nerves. "Even though you've just had a coffee… and we're standing in a coffee shop…"

"I'd love to," he had smiled, and had exchanged details. As he watched her leave, he sat back down and felt like he could take on the world.

And for the first time, Spencer Reid was speechless.