A/N- So this is my first CM FF. I've taken an artistic license on some things. I'll try to clarify what those things are when I can, but if you see something that is inaccurate don't worry about it too much. If at any point during this story you think you have no idea what is going on, it's supposed to be a little like that, so don't worry. Rated M for dealing with 'mature themes' but nothing graphic. I hope you enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. People always say they own the characters they created but if they exist within the Criminal Minds universe or any other TV show world you don't really own them. Lol, what am I talking about. To the story...

Prologue

Monday August 16th 2010

"One pill, two pill, red pill, blue pill" she recited in her hospital whites. Her hair was red and uncontrollable as always, but she felt it matched her personality most of the time.

"Dr Zuez will see you now ." Her older southern friend chimed in, in her best mock secretary accent.

"Say that around here often enough and people will start to believe it" the girl replied eyeing their company knowing all the while the pair of them were not much better.

Wednesday August 18th 2010

The man looked at the girl in his office.

"Daisy said you have been having dreams again."

"Daisy needs to learn to keep her mouth shut." Said the girl, looking to the floor with disinterest.

"She's just looking out for you."

That didn't need to be stated. Daisy had a big mouth but she was loyal. The girl was quiet in her contemplation.

"There are ways of dealing with this, you know. Ways of facing your fears."

Monday August 23rd 2010

She stuck her fingers down her throat for what felt like the 57th time that week. Daisy thinks she has an eating disorder. She's a great lady, but not too bright. She wouldn't tell him anymore. She knows what happened.

It's a waiting game now. She knows she is smart, but she is smarter without them.

This has to be right.

Thursday September 2nd 2010

"Oh my god! I am so sorry" said the girl, wiping napkins on his vest, making this worse. She droped it haphazardly and moved on to an easier task. She picked up his bag and began to shove the fallen items in.

"Are you okay? I can't believe I did that! Is their anything I can do Mr..."

The man smiles understandingly and takes off his coffee stained vest.

"Dr actually. Dr Reid. Spencer." he tells her, holding out his hand.

People in the coffee shop seem to step over them, moving on with their days.

"I'll be fine. It's just coffee, right?"

Saturday September 4th 2010

"Reid." He said, answering his phone. It was an unfamiliar number but most likely a team member calling him in on a case. They had been lucky of late. This was his second saturday off in what felt like forever.

"Dr Spencer Reid? Hello. I'm Suzy." Said Suzy who's voice was soft and unfamiliar to him. "I work at Betty's Books, On Bakers street, Rosebyne?" Reid searched his mind but knew he hadn't been there before. The name was certainly familiar as he had seen it next to his favourite coffee place.

"Well I was just at The Coffee House a few days ago and I came upon a wallet belonging to you. I know how these things are. I lost my bag once and it was like I lost my life their for a little while! If you wanna come on by and get it I'll be here all day."

Spencer thanked Suzy prefusely. He knew he must have left it at the coffee shop when the girl spilled coffee on him. He didn't think she had stolen it. There was something about her but he didn't think she was the type, and after all these years he certainly knew what 'the type' was.

A call to the coffee shop hadn't proved successful. His FBI credentials among other things had been inside so it was more than important he retrieve it. Begrudgingly, he put down his book and grabbed his keys.

Saturday September 4th 2010, lunch

Spencer smoothed his hands over his hair as he walked into the book shop. It wasn't busy, but for a small shop it had a lot of books and with only three customers it looked crowded. All looked preoccupied with the books, and Spencer made a note to have a look on his way out.

He approached the counter to see a bubbly looking blonde in her early 20's smiling at him.

"Hi Suzy. I got a call from you earlier. It's Spencer. Spencer Reid?"

"Sorry Mr Reid, but my name is Beth. Are you sure you have the right place?"

Spencer was utterly confused. "This is Betty's Books, isn't it?" He asked, knowing the answer. The blonde nodded. "And you're sure there isn't a Suzy here?"

"Only one other girl who works here Mr Reid and her name ain't Suzy."

Spencer didn't like this. Before he could do anything, the person in the black trenchcoat and beanie turned around. He instantly recognized her as the girl from the coffee shop but before he registered what was going on, a gun was pointed at his head.