Author's Note: Hey everyone. Well, here it is a new story by your's truly. And would you look at that it isn't about Twilight, or MJ. Hmm. Wierd I know. But this story is on my newest obsession. Criminal Minds, and one Dr. Spencer Reid. I actually have been a fan of Criminal Minds for a few years now, and it was just recently that I started reading some of the Criminal Mind fanfics on here and the one's I have read are phenomenal. Seriously. They are under my favorite stories and authors so check those people out because they are fabulous.

Okay, so this story has been bouncing around in my head for a while now. So I decided what the heck, might as well put it out there, whats the worse that can happen? Well, everyone could hate it but hopefully that wont be the case. I will say now that I do not know all of the episodes. Like I said I am a newish fan who catches the Criminal Minds marathon on A&E every Saturday and watches the new episodes on CBS. I do have every intention of buying seasons though so that I can become as acquanted with the show as I can. So if I make some mistakes with timelines and such I do apologize. However I have researched this to death (and I have the 3 page outline to the story to prove it.) however, I am not perfect so I am sure that mistakes will be made.

Anydoodles. Oh yeah, this story does have an M rating, and this is why. This is a fanfic on a show about a group of people who psychoanalyze and profile some of the sickest in the head people to ever 'exist' so with that being said this will probably not be a fluff story. Sure there will be romance, but the romance I assure you will be somewhat over shadowed most of the time by the dark, angst that is the world inside of my creative little head.

So, please, I know this chapter, well it cant even really be called a chapter since its so small, doesn't have Spencer in it, and it doesn't really say much as far as where this story may possibly be going, but bare with me because in my head its great and I'm just hoping it comes out that way to everyone who stumbles upon my tale and decides to give it a read.

As I always say before the beginning of any chapter, please READ/ENJOY/REVIEW!

P.S Disclaimer: Might as well get this out of the way. I do not now, nor have I ever, or will ever own Criminal Minds or its characters. Though I wouldn't mind if someone handed me Boy Genius tomorrow. Sadly since that isn't a possibility I have to put that this story is in no way meant to inflict any sort of copyright infringment. However I do own the OC's! They are all mine, but I dont mind sharing them with all of you. Tootlelou and onto the story!

Prologue: Moments

" For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled."-Hunter S. Thompson.

14 October 2010

' Help, somebody please help me,' my voice echoes in the dark alley as I blink against the rain that falls steadily around me. But there is no one. No one but me and Cynthia. Cynthia who lays in my arms, eyes wheeling around in her head as she gasps for air, a sickening gurgling sound coming from the gruesome wound on her neck.

I press my hand tightly to her throat trying to stem the flow of blood, but it doesn't help. It doesn't slow. It pumps hotly under my hands and I cringe as I try to stifle the vomit that looms inside of me.

" Help me," I scream again, louder as I look around tears and rain mixing on my face. I hear the footsteps first, and a part of me shivers with fear until a voice calls out to me.

" What's going on here?" a deep voice asks and I blink up looking at the man who stands before me, a look of shock and horror on his face.

" Please, please just call for help," I plead and when he fumbles in his pocket for his phone I turn my attention fully on Cynthia. Her dark hair is wet from a strange combination of her own blood, my tears and the warm summer rain that falls incessantly over us. " Its going to be okay Cynthia, do you hear me? Its going to be okay. Helps coming. You just hold on. You have to hold on."

Moments. Our entire lifetime is made up of moments. From conception, to birth, to death. All moments. Some forgotten, but others.

Others so permanently burned into our minds that no matter what we do they never go away.

They haunt us.

Forever.

But life isn't about getting rid of the memories that scare us, the memories that torture us, and leave us awake in the middle of the night, or cause us to fear the dark.

No.

Life is about finding our way through the darkest moments and finding the light. Its about allowing the moments that bring Peace. Happiness. Laughter and love to chase away the ugliness that is our world.

And this. This is just a story.

A story of one girls fight through the darkness, and a reluctant hero to help her find the way.

Welcome to my life.