Spencer Reid never believed in love. He felt it wasn't a real emotion. It could be to other people, but to him, no one ever made him feel like it was real. Every day he went to work, did his job, went home and started the whole thing over again the next day. He watched people, couples kissing on his way to work, people so infatuated with each other. He secretly wished for that. He wished someone would look at him with loving eyes, that he would have someone to come home to.

It was a chilly February day in Virginia. It was getting closer and closer to Valentine's day. He was 25 and never really had anyone. Sure he had a mother and a father, but he wanted someone to love him that didn't have to love him. He wanted someone that choose to love him. He was smarter than the average person, but he still needed to be loved. He couldn't stand being so lonely. Spencer was secretly thankful that he was off from work that day. He loved going to public bookstores finding old books, going to the nearby coffee stores reading the books that he had purchased from the bookstores.

Spencer was walking down the street and went into one of his favorite book stores. It was warm in the store, nice and walked down the aisle to the psychology books. He started browsing books as he sipped on some coffee he had bought. Spencer spent hours browsing books. He could live in this bookstore. Books made him feel safe. He loved reading other peoples thoughts and their point of view on things.

Spencer had a collections of books under his arms and set them down on a desk. He pulled out a chair and took a seat. He flipped through book after book, easily finishing each one. Spencer would occasionally look up from his book,to look at the other people in the store. Spencer looked at his watch and realized he had been there for 7 hours. Spencer stretched and got up out of his chair. He put back the books he was reading and gathered his things. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. As he was looking at his phone he turned the corner of an aisle of books and he bumped into someone. He looked up, it was a girl. He had never seen her before, he always remembered a face.

"I'm sorry," He said.

"It's alright," she said back sweetly.

Spencer smiled and walked past her. He walked to the front door and walked out into the cold air. As he walked he looked back into the store through the window. He caught the girl looking at him. He blushed and looked back to the street.

He got home and was still in somewhat of a daze. He could remember how the girl smelled, like warm vanilla. He couldn't get her face out of his head. She wore black ray ban glasses, had greenish brown eyes, and was short she had to be no taller than 5'3. Spencer smiled at the thought of night he kept hoping that he would see her again, and soon.

The next morning Spencer woke with a smile on his face. His smile faded quickly as he realized he was alone in bed. He pushed back the covers of his bed and shuffled his way to his kitchen. He got a cup and poured himself some coffee. He took a sip and leaned against his counter. It was so quiet, so empty. Wasitalwayslikethis? Alwaysthisquiet. He thought to himself. He never really noticed. He was always running around, rushing and reading. Or he would have his t.v on for background noise. Spencer finished his coffee and placed his cup in the sink. He walked through the hallway to his room and began getting ready for work.

"Hey Reid," Spencer turned around and saw Garcia as he was walking into work.

"Hey Garcia," he said with a smile.

Garcia raised an eyebrow. "You seem to be in a good mood."

Spencer nodded. "Yeah, i guess i am," He got to his desk and put his bag down. He was hoping Garcia would have kept going but she didn' sat down in his desk chair. "May i help you?"

Garcia smiled with a grin. "Is it a girl?" She asked.

Spencer sighed. "No," he lied.

"Well, you know Valentine's day is coming up. Who is she?"

Spencer decided to give in. "I don't know, i ran into her literally at a bookstore i go to." Spencer could see the wheels turning in Garcia's head.

"I could look her up for you. Do you know anything about her?Do you remember what she looks like," Spencer gave her a ;areyoukiddingme'look. "Right, of course you do, silly with me." She said and before Spencer could protest she grabbed him by the arm,pulled him out of his seat and dragged him to her lair.

Garcia sat down in front of her many computer monitors and pulled up the database she used to look up people. "Ok, what did she look like?" She asked.

" I don't want to stalk her..."

Garcia huffed. "No shit sherlock, but I can get information on her like things she likes, where she works and so on. This way you will be sure to run into her again. Now, what does she look like."

Spencer took a seat next to her and closed his eyes. "She has greenish-brown eyes, she must have been at least 120 pounds, about 5'3, had dark hair, wore glasses..." He trailed off and opened his eyes. Garcia was typing away at the keyboard of her computer.

"Ok," she said as she pulled up 10 different girls. "Which one is she."

Spencer knew which one she was the second Garcia opened the window. "That's her," he said as he pointed to the fourth girl on the top row. Garcia brought up the girls info.

"Ok, Her name is Amber, she is 21, she works at a local book store..."

"Which one?"

"Uhhh,Turn the page."

"I was there last night...I've never seen her there before."

"Well, it's probably because she just started working there. She doesn't seem to have a boyfriend, why don't you make your move?"

Spencer smiled, " Don't worry,I will Garcia." He shot out of the chair and ran out the door, leaving Garcia speechless, and satisfied by her work.

A/N- i was going to make this the sequel to 'you lie' but i felt like it should be it's own story. I would have written more but i have a speech to write and present on tuesday...and i've barley started it. Ooops XD