Hey there, everyone. So this is my first Criminal Minds fic. It is going to be a Reid and OC centred fic. I had a previous account but I can't remember my password or any of the details. I am going to be updating this once every two weeks until completion, I have an idea of how I want this to play out, but it will take some idea to work all my ideas out seamlessly. Anyhow, let me know what you think. Please be kind. Also, deepest apologies for any mistakes, they're all my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, but Hanniah Salvatore is mine and a figment of my overly active imagination.

"For a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, and the distant and impossible suddenly became near, possible and inevitable." –Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace

The collision is bound to happen what with Reid completely enraptured in the book he is reading and the short brunette engrossed with the wad of papers in her hand, the two plough into each other and wind up on the floor opposite each other, papers showering over them like confetti.
"Oh my gosh; I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Man, I am such a klutz." The brunette says feeling flustered while she attempts to gather all the papers that flew out of her hand when they had taken the tumble.
"I am so sorry. I should have been looking where I was going." Spencer says and immediately starts helping her, their hands brush as they reach for the same piece of paper, startled by the physical contact they both look up and embarrassed hazel eyes meet rattled dark chocolate orbs. At that moment it is as if time itself freezes, as the two stare into each other's eyes and all of a sudden it feels as if all the oxygen is being sucked out of the room, it is as if they are gazing into the very depth of each other's souls. Spencer stares into the dark chocolate orbs before him in absolute wonderment, her eyes are so beautiful, they scream of innocence and he feels like he would do anything to protect that rarity forever. The brunette is in awe at the pair of hazel eyes before her, they almost resemble honey and yet they look like they have seen so much pain and she feels as if she would do anything to replace that pain with joy; the hypnotic spell is broken by Rossi.

"Hanniah, are you okay?"
Spencer and Hanniah both look up only to find that they had caught the attention of the entire BAU unit, Spencer quickly gathers the last few papers and lifts himself off the ground, while Rossi stretches his hand out to help Hanniah up.
"Yeah, I'm fine Uncle Dave. Just being my clumsy self." She says accepting the papers from Spencer, straightening them out on the desk to her right and quickly shoving them into her messenger bag and pushing her thick wavy hair out of her face while attempting to not make eye contact with the gorgeous, tall, hazel-eyed man.

"Hey, Rossi. Who's the young lady?" Morgan asks with a smirk, sauntering over to stand next to Spencer.
"Everyone, this is Hanniah Salvatore. She is the daughter of one my army buddies."
"Hanniah, this is Derek Morgan, that's Jennifer or JJ, the one giving you the bright smile is Penelope Garcia, you've already met Aaron Hotchner earlier this morning and the one that you just crashed into like a wrecking ball is Dr Spencer Reid." Rossi says gesturing to each person in turn.
"It's nice to meet all of you. Uncle Dave talks about his team all the time. It's really quite incredible what you do here. And again I am so sorry, Dr Reid." Hanniah smiles shyly revealing deep dimples in her mocha coloured skin tone.
"It's okay." He responds while quietly observing her, taken aback at her beauty, it's not an obvious beauty, but a subtle one that appears to stem from within, a beauty that captivates you. She is so short, five feet at most and Spencer realises that she must be adopted since her features indicate an Indian heritage, definitely not Italian in any way.

"So, Hanniah, are you from DC?" JJ asks her.
"Actually, New York, I just moved here a few weeks ago and decided to drop in and say hello to my Uncle Dave." Hanniah smiles while leaning over to give Rossi a side hug and Rossi responds with a chuckle and squeezing her tightly around the waist.
"What are you doing in DC?" Garcia asks inquisitively, the sparks flying between the petite Indian and the resident boy genius did not go unnoticed by her.
"Well, I am a curator at Smithsonian American Art Museum."
"You look a little young to be a curator." Derek says his eyebrows raised.
"I'm 27, I just look young for my age."
"But, still 27, usually it takes a bit longer to become a curator, gaining work experience and whatnot." Garcia says.
"Well, I graduated from high school when I was 15."
"And we have another genius in the house!" Garcia shouts.
"Well, I don't think that intelligence can actually be accurately measured." Hanniah says in response to Garcia's statement.
"Wow! There's two of them." JJ says and everyone else chuckles while Spencer looks at her with clear surprise.
"What?" she asks clearly confused.
"Boy Wonder over here always says that." Derek says throwing an arm over Spencer's shoulder.
"Uncle Dave mentioned that you are a genius, Dr Reid." Spencer blushes shyly.
"Please, call me Spencer." she smiles bashfully and the two of them are about to lose themselves in each other's eyes again, but are interrupted by the chiming of Garcia's and Hotch's phones.
"We have a new case. Conference room in 15." Hotch says, before abruptly stalking out, Garcia hot on his heels, however she turns back at the last minute.
"It was great meeting you, Hanniah. Don't be a stranger." And then she is gone.
"Come on, I will walk you out." Rossi says to the her while proffering his arm to her and the two walk toward the elevators arm in arm, with Hanniah talking animatedly to Rossi, gesturing wildly with her hands and Rossi laughing heartily at her story.

Reid turns and observes the two of them, feeling a slight twinge that she is leaving.
"I bet if you ask Rossi, he will give you her number." Derek says with a wide smirk on his face.
"Wh-what? I have no idea what you are talking about?" Spencer stutters out.
"Oh, come on pretty boy, anyone with eyes could see you two had a connection."
"Morgan is right, Spence. It's time. And obviously you like her; you couldn't take your eyes off her." JJ says gently, knowing that he is still quite sensitive about everything that happened with Maeve.
"Maybe." Spencer says softly before walking away.

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