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Author's Note: I have no idea what's going on with story. I really don't. I wish I could tell you that I spent weeks thinking of this story and it all makes perfect sense, but it doesn't. It just popped into my head one day and I couldn't work on anything else until I started writing it out. It was only recently that I was able to stop so I can keep working on my other fanfics and my originals. I warn you now, it's probably bad. I can't be objective about it because I think everything I write is patooky, so it will be up to you to judge. Here are some things I do know. The plot is hazy, even to me, except for the growing relationship between Reid and my OFC (Ryley). The characters swim between canon and major OOC behavior, oh, and there is some crack humor later on. At least I think of it as crack humor. What else do you call Hotch and Rossi agreeing to be dressed up in Goth get-up and talking like twins? Oh, and the chapter lengths fluctuate. Some are over 3,000 words, a couple barely break 100. If you don't think you can handle any of this, turn back now!

Rated M for language, for now. There might me hetero later on. I don't know. Depends on my mood when I write.

To all those awesome people who are reading my other works, I AM NOT abandoning "Grey" or "Finding Yourself". In fact, as soon as I finish posting what I have of this story, I'm going to start working on them again. I just couldn't focus on anything until I got this out.

This story IS a work in progress. It is not finished by any means. I'm not sure when I'll update again, but it's already over 30,000 words so I hope I've given you plenty for now.

"How can you stand to listen to him go on like that?" Morgan asked, plopping down to the BAU's newest intern.

Ryley Caruso was a Criminology major at Georgetown and had landed the coveted position in the BAU through hard work and subtle begging of her soon-to-be aunt, Penelope Garcia. Feeling guilty about using her one connection to get in never even crossed her mind. Ryley knew she was the best in her class and that she'd work the hardest at this job. Besides, she'd spent too many years listening to Penny go on and on about the team not to meet them and see if everything she said was true.

So far, it was. Hotch was definitely Superman. And Prentiss would make an excellent Wonder Woman. Rossi was Iron Man, through and through. And yeah, Ryley could definitely see Morgan as Batman. JJ was definitely the mother hen of them all, working in the background to make sure they were all safe and cared for, and Reid…Reid was Reid. There were no superheroes to compare Reid to because Reid was a superhero in his own right. Then again, they all were, technically. Every day Ryley was amazed at the work they did and the lives they saved. There simply weren't words to describe it.

"Who?" Ryley asked, wincing as she flicked a curl over her shoulder. She had let Penny do her hair before coming on this latest trip and the curls were starting to bug her. Ryley longed for her naturally stick-straight hair. Thank god this was only a temporary perm.

Morgan laughed and ruffled the coal-black locks. "Our resident genius. You know, the tall skinny kid you make calf-eyes at whenever he's not looking?"

The intern rolled her eyes and smacked Derek on the arm. "I do not make 'calf-eyes' at him. Stop exaggerating. And I can listen because it's interesting."

"It's interesting because you like him."

"It's interesting because it's new information."

"Little One, come on now. Lie to someone who's not your cuddle-buddy at Garcia's. You like him."

Ryley glared at the "Chocolate Adonis" (as Penny called him) on her left. "He's my friend. Just like you or Rossi or Hotch."

"Yeah, except you don't want to sleep with me or Rossi or Hotch." Morgan returned gently.

"Nope. But that's beside the point." The intern leveled her amber eyes at the man sitting next to her. "I like listening to him because it's interesting. And you above all people should know how much I like to learn. How many times this summer have you and Penny teased me about blocking out the world while I read one book after another? And how many of those nights that you were my 'cuddle-buddy', as you call it, was because I got home late from one lecture or another and didn't feel like kicking you off my bed? How many times have I dragged you to museums and exhibits with me because Uncle Kevin is paranoid and doesn't like me going alone?"

Morgan paused for a moment, glaring down at her. "So your saying you have no romantic feelings whatsoever for the good doctor?"

Ryley nodded. "Essentially."

"And that the only reason you can listen to him ramble on about anything under the sun is because you like to learn."

"Yep."

Morgan leaned close. "Then explain this to me. The other morning when I tried getting out of bed, why did you cling tighter and whisper 'Spence'?"

He laughed as he walked away from the furiously blushing intern. He'd been saving that card for a couple days now. Henry was sick, so JJ had stayed behind and they'd had to drag Ryley along to cover all the work JJ did behind the scenes. Ryley had managed surprisingly well for a twenty-three year old intern with no background in communications. Still, Derek hadn't wanted to have the girl distracted and worrying he'd out her little crush to the team during a case, so he'd held off shocking her with news until now. Now, however, it was going to be fun to watch Ryley squirm for the rest of the flight.