A/N: Greetings to the glitched community in which we refer to as society.
This is a new book I'm initiating, which happens to be a Criminal Minds fanfiction. In the future, I may let this story become a crossover with 'Flashpoint', a TV show created by Mark Ellis and Stephanie Morgenstern. I have many ideas in alternative paths in which I may direct this story. I hope you enjoy what I have so far. I do not have an upload schedule because I am participating in a musical and am on the tech crew for another musical and a play.

"Have a wonderful bountiful lustful day." - Joan Koh

Section One
Part One
Curtains

"Every woman that finally figured out her worth, has picked up her suitcases of pride and boarded a flight to freedom, which landed in the valley of change."

― Shannon L. Alder

This isn't how I wanted this day to start.

When I woke up this morning by my blaring alarm, I accidentally tipped over the glass of water I had gotten last night and ruined the digital clock. I groaned, inspecting the damage. The numbers on the small screen were fizzling out, and then I realized how bad of an idea it was to pick it up while it was wet and still plugged into the wall.

I let out a yelp as it shocked me, dropping it on my foot, which caused me to fall into the window curtains. From instinct, I latched onto the curtains and tried to keep myself from falling, but to no avail. I tore the curtains down with me, getting tangled in the heavy lunk of fabric. I sighed. What a great way to start the day.

"Courtney? Are you alright?" My brother, Tyler, asked through my bedroom door.

"Yes, I'm fine," I groaned, sitting up and unraveling the curtain. My brown hair was falling out of the make-shift braid I had done at three in the morning.

The door opened, and there stood Tyler, dressed in old sweatpants with our high school's logo on the side and a grey sweatshirt. His eyes widened as they scanned over the area struck by chaos. His eyes shifted from the fried alarm clock to the broken curtain rod, and finally to the floor where I was still attempting to escape the grasp of the repugnant fabric.

"What the hell happened in here?" He asked with a laugh.

I looked at him straight in the eye. "You don't want to know."

Tyler laughed at me once again, before turning and leaving. I finally escaped the clutch of the aggravating curtain and huffed. Walking into the bathroom, I groaned at the side of my face. It was turning red from where my face came in contact with the bed rail. That's going to leave a bruise.

I flipped open my phone to check what time it was. 6:21. I had a little more than thirty minutes to grab a shower, get dressed, and attempt to cover the incoming bruise. I can manage this.

I started the shower and grabbed some clothes from my closet. I chose a light blue button down and black pants. Laying them on the toilet seat so they wouldn't get wet, I undressed and stepped into the shower.

The warm water felt nice on my back, which was bruised from J.J. I quickly rid my hair and body from as much dirt as I could, managing to do so in six minutes.

I turned the shower off, pulling the beige towel off of the floor outside the shower. I quickly got dressed and brushed my extremely wavy and annoying hair. Just last week, I had given up on trying to keep it straight. I never could use the straightener properly.

I squatted down on the bathroom floor, opening the cabinet doors. I pulled a safe into the light, entering the code before taking the gun and holster out. I clipped it onto my hip, making sure it wouldn't fall off. I also reached under the foam padding and pulled out my newly made credentials.

I, then, pulled out my small, very small, box where I kept all of my makeup. I attempted to match the concealer to my skin, but I had definitely gotten paler since the last time I wore makeup. There was a slightly obvious skin change, so I attempted to blend it with powder. It was the best I could do.

Walking out of the bathroom, I remembered that I needed to get my bag, a leather messenger bag with forest green fabric on the body, before I forget it. I looked around, spotting it on the corner of my half-made bed. I sighed, realizing that I forgot to make it after the chaotic start of the day.

I put the bag back down and hurried to the other side of my bed, the side I sleep on. I was running behind, and I didn't want to be late for work. In my rush, I completely forgot about the heinous curtain. My sock covered foot got caught under the stupid thing, causing me to fall. Luckily, I landed on the curtain. I exhaled loudly in annoyance. Today was just not my day.

I finally managed to get up and make my bed, before rushing down the hall and to the kitchen. Tyler had gotten dressed and was donned in a light green button up shirt with a black tie, and black pants to match.

I sat down at the table next to him. "Well, what's got you up early and looking so fresh?"

Tyler glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, not turning his face from the documents he was working on. "It's my day off, so Katie decided that it was about time I met her parents."

I whistled lowly. "Good luck, big brother. I wish you the best."

"Yeah, me too," He muttered. I could tell he was actually nervous. "But I have to finish some paperwork before I do anything. If I don't finish it now, I probably never will."

Tyler was a surgeon at -. Whenever he got a day off, he either did one of three things: finish paperwork, come to the barn with me, or hide away with Katie all day, his girlfriend. They've been together for five months now, but they never told Katie's parents because they wanted to be sure they were serious. They belong together.

"You'll be fine, Ty," I said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I gotta go, but I'll see you tonight."

As I started for the living room, Tyler called me back. I turned toward him. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

I sighed, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled.

"Thanks for that, baby sis, but I was talking about your bag," He said with a laugh. I smacked my hand against my forehead.

"I almost forgot! Thanks, Ty!" I gave him a hug before rushing to my room, grabbing my bag, then running back through the living room, into the front hallway, and out the door.

"I love you!" I yelled, hearing his reply before shutting the door. Walking down the three steps and to my car, I started digging through my bag for my keys.

"Oh, come on!" I whispered angrily, sifting through the many trinkets in my bag.

A hand touched my shoulder and I spun around, my hand on my gun. Tyler was standing in front of me, dangling my keys in front of my face. "Looking for these?"

"Tyler, don't do that!" I replied, smacking his arm with one hand and grabbing the keys with the other. I unlocked my car, getting in and tossing my bag in the passenger's seat. "Thanks."

"Hey, relax. You'll be fine."

"I'll relax when I sleep."

Tyler sighed, shutting my door. I rolled down the window.

"Hey, just remember what Jason used to tell us."

"'Stay out of my kitchen'?" I smirked.

He rolled his eyes and tapped the side of the car. "Think about it. Call me when you remember."

I waved at him before backing out of the driveway and down the street. I looked at the radio in the car to check the time. It was a quarter after seven, which means I'm only fifteen minutes behind schedule. I took a deep breath, telling myself that if I just think about everything in a positive way, it won't have that much of a negative effect on me. I continued driving down the road, pulling into a small cafe.

I couldn't help but stop and think about what Tyler was talking about. Jason used to tell us a lot of things, but after he disappeared, I attempted to block most of the memories out of my head.

Stepping out of the car, I tripped over the shoelace of my chucks, causing me to loose my balance and fall to the ground, or so I thought. An arm grabbed my torso before I could hit the ground, resulting in me awkwardly putting my weight on this stranger and my legs stretched out in front of me.

"I'm so sorry!" I rushed, slightly in shock.

"Are you okay?" The man asked. I looked up at him. Big brown eyes stared into mine, his hair falling over his cheeks. I scrambled to my feet.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, looking down. "Today is just really not my day."

"I can tell," The mysterious stranger replied. "Are you sure you're fine? You look like you hit your head."

"What?" I reached up to my left temple and found that a cut from this morning had gone unnoticed. How the hell did I manage to miss that? "Oh, that. Another reason today isn't my day."

He examined the wound with careful eyes. "Are you sure?"

I laughed nervously, "Wow, you sure do ask that a lot." I stepped backward and stuck out my hand. "The name's Courtney Porter. Dr. Courtney Porter."

"Doctor?" He asked, surprised.

I smiled. "PhD's in Mathematics and Philosophy."

He nodded his head, impressed. "I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering."

"Nice."

He smiled softly before checking his watch. "I really should get my coffee, I'm running late."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What time is it?"

"7:26."

"Oh, God," I stressed, heading towards the door of the cafe. " I had planned to be out of here by 7:30."

"Well, then you better hurry," He replied, awkwardly following me into the cafe. "Where are you headed?"

I sat at the bar, Dr. Reid sitting next to me. "I've gotten a new job with the FBI."

He looked seriously surprised. "FBI?"

A sigh left my mouth. "Just because I'm small and I don't look serious doesn't mean I can't be in the FBI."

"Oh, no! That-that's not what I meant. I work in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I have no doubts about you being capable."

I almost dropped my wallet that I had just pulled out of my bag. "That's where I'm headed!"

"Really?"

"I got fast tracked through the system. An old friend of mine pulled some strings."

"Spencer Reid!" A woman in her late forties shouted, hopping over to us. She had a maroon shirt on and a white apron. "Dolce figlio! How are you?"

"Hi, Mrs. Lauredon," Dr. Reid waved. "I'm doing well, how about you?"

"Ah. Questa mattina ho visto una maglietta nella quale c'era scritto."

I laughed, which gained the woman's, Mrs. Lauredon's, attention. She looked between Dr. Reid and I before smiling. "Has my sweet son brought me someone? What is your name?"

"Um, Dr. Courtney Porter," I smiled anxiously. "Nice to meet you."

"You as well, my dear!" The woman said cheerfully. She was full of energy. "What can I get for you?"

I glanced up at the overhead menu, choosing an iced tea. "Ah, good choice, una bella ragazza." She turned to Dr. Reid. "And your usual, Spencer?"

"Yes, please."

"Coming right up!"

Dr. Reid turned to face me on the bar stool. My mind absently noticed the chucks on his feet. "I like your shoes."

He looked down and noticed our matching footwear. He chuckled, "You too."

"I wouldn't expect a man with three PhDs to be in such a casual form of footwear," I expressed. "Although I am certainly not judging, as I am in a similar position."

Dr. Reid shrugged, blowing his hair out of his face. "Sometimes it's okay to be different."

"Amen!" I reply loudly.

Mrs. Lauredon returned with my tea and Dr. Reid's coffee. "Here you go! Enjoy!"

We said our thanks and goodbyes and exited the cafe, walking towards our cars. I stopped next to mine.

"I'll see you there, I guess?" He said awkwardly. I chuckled and nodded.

"See you there, Dr. Reid."

I opened my car door, sitting on the brown leather seat. "Oh, uh, it's- you can call me Reid."

I looked up at him. "Okay, Reid."

I backed out of the parking lot, starting the rest of the journey to my new job.