Spencer was the youngest and different one from the group. Everyone in the group had someone. Morgan was settled down with his girlfriend, JJ was on baby number two with her husband, Hotch was dating Beth, Rossi was dating the owner of the bar that he frequented and Garcia was still with her publisher boyfriend. All I had was my books and unwavering mind.
It's been three years since Maeve was killed. I missed her but I had my grieving time. I was lonely and I felt like I could get back out there but being the man that I am it was hard. I wasn't the typical looking FBI agent, I didn't like to drive, I have an eidetic memory, and a schizophrenic mother, not to many talking points to bring on a date. Plus I am a tall, skinny, lanky person, thirty three with a very small knowledge of dating and that isn't exactly what many women look for or at least I thought.
"Night Reid."
"Night Morgan."
I've been thinking a lot lately about my life, and what I wanted from it, I wanted it all. I wanted a family. As I was thinking I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking and I ran into someone.
"Sorry."
"Umm no I'm sorry I was zoned out and wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
Finally looking at the person I was saying sorry to I first noticed that it was a woman that I knocked down. I helped her up.
"Thanks."
"Sorry."
"You said that already," she stands up and wipes her hands off on her workout pants.
I actually looked at her this time, like actually looked at her. She was beautiful. She had on a dark green sports bra, grey workout pants, black running shoes, brown eyes, and she had short hair. I couldn't stop staring. She tilted her head to the side and stared back, I was caught.
"You're staring…"
"Umm Reid...I mean Spencer."
"Nice to meet you Spencer Reid, I'm Gina Price. As much as I would like to continue this meet greet I have an early day tomorrow. See ya around maybe."
And like that she is gone and I miss my chance to do or say anything, not like I even would muscle the courage or even have a chance with her. I look back and see her turning a corner with a slight limp. Great now I hurt her too, I turn back around when she is out of view and make my way to the station before I miss it.
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I finally made it to the FBI and I start tomorrow. I will be turning thirty in a week and this wasn't a bad way to be starting them off. Only bad thing now I have a bad scrape on my knee and it hurts like hell. At least the guy, Spencer I ran into seemed nice, awkward but nice. He was cute, tall, had a goofy smile that I hate to admit made me want to smile too, and he was skinny but he seemed like he kept in shape but maybe he just had an excellent metabolism. He could be a model that's how good he looked plus it didn't help he was wearing an adorable lavender tie with a black sweater vest over a long sleeved white shirt.
I shake my head I didn't have time for that. This was my second chance at life, literally. I wanted more out of life of course but I just got things back to normal and I wasn't going to have time for a new relationship, not that I wanted one, but it would be nice to have a friend out here. I clean up my knee after my shower and find what I will wear tomorrow when I meet SSA Aaron Hotchner and wonder if I'll ever get to meet Spencer Reid again. Starting tomorrow I will start my job as the head trainer for the FBI but I was solely working on the BAU team.