Author's Note: Due to popular demand, I'm writing Spencer's view of Visible. No, I don't own Criminal Minds, just to make that clear. This first chapter is dedicated to AdelaidsLament, because you're cool. So without further ado, please enjoy You're All I See, and don't forget to review!

Chapter One – Meeting

I stood in Barnes and Noble's Classics Section, reading Dante's Inferno. I heard someone walk in the front door and I looked up. She was beautiful. It was like everything around me went out of focus and she was the only thing I could see. Brown wavy hair flowed over her shoulders and even from a distance, I could see the light in her gray eyes. She laughed when someone walked over to her; it was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. When her friend put his arm around her, I was plagued with jealousy. I shook my head and forced my eyes back to the book. 'I don't even know the girl. I've seen her for what, five seconds? There is no reason to feel possessive. Focus, read the book.'

My eyes were pulled back to her, like some unexplainable gravitational force. This was madness! 'You're Reid,' I said to myself, 'you stick to statistics and logic because there's no way a girl like that would go for you,' I trained my eyes back on the text. I read the same sentence five times, and I still didn't know what it said. My eyes flicked back over to the girl. She had her legs resting on her friend's lap, but as soon as he handed her a book, she leaned in and gave him a hug. She meant it as a thank you, but he took it for more. I could tell by the way his arms lingered around her as she tried to pull back. Another surge of jealousy flashed through my thoughts.

I focused on her as she flipped through the pages of her book, faster than an average person. I slowly made my way closer to her, captivated by the image of her reading. I mentally slapped myself for acting like some kind of stalker. When I got close to her, I stopped behind one of the shelves, content to watch her read. It was amazing, the way her facial expressions portrayed her thoughts perfectly. When something confused her, she knitted her eyebrows together, forming a 'V.' When she read something sad, she unconsciously bit her lower lip, and when she read something interesting or exciting, her eyes flew faster over the pages; like she couldn't soak up the words fast enough.

Soon, she turned the last page of the book, a small smile on her face. This was my chance. I was going to go talk to her. But fear of rejection and a painful knowledge of my awkwardness around women made me stay in place. Then I watched as she pulled a copy of The Empty Planet from her gray messenger bag. I smiled, making myself walk over to her.

"You read that pretty fast," I stuttered, hating the way my voice shook. She rolled her eyes, clearly put off. I cringed, scared that I'd already offended her. She sucked in a breath and I prepared myself for a reprimand. But it never came. When she looked at me, her eyes changed, and her brow creased in confusion. Her expression softened as she looked at me, and I smiled at her, giving her a small wave. She smiled at me nodding.

"Yeah, I guess so. It freaks my friends out, so I come here to read," she said, with a small smile. Instantly more comfortable, I somehow replied in a steady voice.

"I can understand that," I responded, trying to control my nerves as I sat down in the chair across from her.

"What do you mean?" she asked, leaning towards me. I guessed she was interested in talking to me, which put me at ease.

"I read pretty fast too," I said, gaining confidence as she seemed so absorbed in my answer, "my coworkers give me a hard time about it sometimes." She seemed to be studying me, and I looked up and met my eyes. They were a mix of sympathy and a softness I couldn't identify. I lost my train of though for a moment, before I pulled myself back to reality. "What's your name, by the way?" I asked her, hoping I wasn't being too forward. Her eyes focused, and she looked slightly confused by my question.

"Amanda, but my friends call me Leigh, my middle name. I mean you can call me Amanda, I guess; if you want to. That's what my family calls me. I don't really have a preference," She was babbling, and I could see the color rising in her cheeks. I slipped my card in her book as I smiled at her.

"Amanda Leigh," I repeated. Something about this girl was different. I wasn't as awkward around her; she was easy to talk to, "I'm Spencer Reid, but my friends call me Reid. Call me either, I don't really have a preference," I smiled as I saw the blush rising on her cheeks. 'Whoa, where did that come from?' I thought to myself, 'Never in my life have I flirted with a girl and not made a complete fool of myself.' She laughed, slightly embarrassed.

"Spencer," she repeated softly. I loved the way her voice made my name sound, and I was distracted by the way her lips brushed together. I felt the blush rising up on my face as I reached out to shake her hand. As soon as she touched my fingers, she looked down at our hands, surprised by something. She smiled as I pulled my hand away, and I noticed a faint tingling where her hand had touched mine. I stared at her as I rested my arms on my legs, leaning towards her. Her eyes were so deep, emotive. Right now, she was stressed about something, but a quiet longing overpowered it. I wondered what she was thinking. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I watched as she shook her head, like she was clearing her thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Reid," I heard Hotch's voice on the other end of the line, "we've got a case. It's a bad one; we need you to come in."

"Yessir," I said, snapping my phone shut. I reluctantly stood up, "That was my boss," I said as I tried to work up the nerve to ask her out. "I need to go…work," I racked my mind, trying to form a coherent sentence.

"Wait!" apparently she thought I was leaving, but I was firmly rooted in this spot, "You wanna go get some coffee sometime, of something?" I smiled, completely relieved. She was nervous, talking almost too fast for me to understand her. "I mean I know we just met and all, but I'd sorta like to get to know you better, maybe? So I thought…" she trailed off, her face flaming with embarrassment.

"Sure, I'd love to," I grinned at her, which seemed to put her at ease. I turned away, overjoyed by the prospect that I, Spencer Reid, had a date.

"Wait," she called me back, "I don't have your number,"

"Check your book," I responded as I walked away, smiling to myself. As I walked out of the bookstore, I saw her friend from behind the counter glaring at me for no apparent reason. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be in good shape. I quickened my pace and left the store. Smiling to myself, I walked across the parking lot to my ancient car.

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