Hello people! It's been a while since I've written fanfiction so I might be a bit rusty. Also I've never written tv shows fanfiction so let's see how this goes. Hope you enjoy this because Spencer Reid deserves love and happiness and I will fight you on this.

This is set somewhere in the start of season 9.

"And that's where we're going," Penelope Garcia concluded, stirring the rapidly cooling cup of coffee in her hands. "We believe that the UnSub might be using that land as a base operations of sorts."

Agent Nyssa Langdon of the Organized Crime Unit nodded in understanding. She was a short and curvy woman barely in her thirties, skin a shade lighter than Morgan's and head full of beautiful, dark hair that surrounded her face in a halo of spiny curls. She had contacted the BAU when she found out that they were chasing a case she had worked on a few years back and Penelope was quickly filling her in on the new information that had just surfaced. Currently, Nyssa was doing very well on Penelope's Doubtful Scale of First Impressions.

"I can't believe this guys resurfaced," Agent Nyssa shook her head, making her curls bounce. She was dressed a bit unconventionally in a neon blue blazer paired with a sunny yellow shirt, and that alone had scored her major points from Penelope, who regularly hailed herself as the Queen of Eccentricity. Granted bright colors themselves weren't truly novel but Penelope would always admire the gal of anyone who dared to wear neon in their party of blacks and grays.

"The nerve of some of them, I swear," the agent continued, surprising Penelope. She spoke as if they discussed cases with each other every day. "The last time we were this close to catching him and this sucker practically slipped from my hands."

Penelope had a not so strange urge to pat the woman's shoulder. "Well, we'll catch him this time, Agent Langdon. Trust me."

"Nyssa is fine," the woman said, waving her away. "I wished our Tech Analyst was this nice. My team and I practically have to do the work ourselves."

Penelope smiled and straightened her spine in mock pride. "Well, Nyssa, unfortunately I'm one of a kind."

Nyssa grinned and once again directed her attention to the file in her hand. Penelope turned around to add a bit more sugar to her coffee. She was stirring again when Nyssa asked, "Woah, who's that?"

Now Penelope had heard enough variations of the phrase to know when Derek Morgan had walked into line of sight. Issuing a small, dreamy sigh, Penelope turned back around and said, "That, my dearest, is Derek Mor-"

It was not Derek Morgan. Penelope checked again to where Nyssa was looking, following the woman's gaze just to make sure she was seeing what she was seeing, and felt a slow smile spread across her lips.

"He looks like he walked off a Burberry catalogue," Nyssa admired openly, eyes still glued to a certain young doctor who had just walked to his desk to collect some last minute stuff. The man in question was dressed quiet tastefully in a dark grey vest paired with a loosened navy tie, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled carelessly to his elbows. "Fashion in men is so underrated."

"That's Dr. Spencer Reid," Penelope corrected herself, a little too happily. Her matchmaking fingers were stirring from a long, deep slumber and she stretched them in preparation. "He has this whole chic-college-professor thing going for him, hasn't he?"

"Mhmmm," Nyssa agreed, appreciatively. "Now why couldn't my ex have dressed like that?"

Penelope was liking this girl more and more by the minute. It wasn't as if she was unaware of how good-looking their resident genius was. It was just that he mostly got overlooked in favor of a certain darker, finer flavor and Penelope was quite happy that for once, Reid was getting the attention that he deserved.

Nyssa's brows furrowed. "Wait a minute, did you say Dr. Reid?"

"Yes, why?"

This time a whole new admiration spread across Nyssa's face. "I've read some of his work. It's brilliant actually. I loved that article on how traits like kindness and empathy might actually have a genetic factor and may be passed on from one or both parents. I thought a theory like that would almost be impossible to prove but the way he sighted some of the studies-"

Oh, this was getting too good. Penelope's matchmaking fingers were now in full effect. "How much of his work have you encountered?" Penelope asked slyly.

Nyssa absently turned a page on her file, eyes still on Reid who was rummaging through one of his drawers, completely oblivious. "I read one of the articles on linguistics that he wrote with Dr. Blake and then I went on and googled him to see if there was more. I couldn't find any other studies but then I read some of the stuff he wrote on profiling criminals and it actually helped me on this one case. There was a low level mob boss and we caught him by tricking one of the right hands to spill the beans on the whole operation. I used one of the tricks Dr. Reid mentions on dealing with submissives-"

By then, Penelope was full on grinning. She placed a light hand on Nyssa's elbow. "Come on, why don't I introduce you two?"

She saw a sparkle of something shinning in the young agent's eyes. "Yeah. He's part of the team right?"

"Yup. One of the OGs -like myself."

They walked past Hotch's office and descended the stairs into the bullpen. Penelope chanced a glance at the agent by her side and saw no hesitation or nervousness, only blatant interest. She was pretty, a round-ish nose, thick lips and eyebrows Penelope would kill for. From the way she had talked about Reid's articles, Penelope had a feeling that she was a closet intellectual. Or maybe a not so closet one at all. She was waiting to find out.

"Reid," Penelope said, closing on his desk, "This is Agent Nyssa Langdon. She's the agent who previously worked the case."

Reid turned around from rummaging through his drawer and smiled politely at the newcomer. He appraised her for a quick second, "Did you know that wearing bright blue in workplaces has actually proven to increase mood and efficiency? Workers in blue offices feel the most centered, calm and hopeful towards their work. In fact since blue can lower heart rates, and green reduces anxiety and is associated with money, a combination of blue and green is best for the workplace."

Agent Nyssa didn't seem weirded out by the sudden outburst. In fact, she seemed almost amused. Raising a single eyebrow –a feat which Penelope had never been able to accomplish- Nyssa quipped back, "And is that why you're wearing this lovely shade of gray?"

A corner of Spencer's mouth lifted in an adorably cute smile. (Yes, she knew that he was a grown man but do you disagree?) Almost shyly, he replied, "Touché."

Nyssa extended a hand, "I'm Nyssa from Organized Crime. It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid. I've read some of your articles."

Reid seemed pleasantly surprised. He took the offered hand, giving it a small shake, "Really? Did you enjoy one in particular?"

"Oh, the one about how modern English has expanded to include internet language was fascinating. The psychology behind it was really interesting since slang has always been seen as a sign of lesser intelligence but the exact opposite could be true for the millennial generation."

Reid's delight only augmented. Shifting his messenger back a bit on his shoulder, he quickly launched into a discussion about the article Nyssa had mentioned, recalling facts like he had written the article only yesterday instead of probably years before.

Slowly, Penelope backed away, still grinning, until she reached JJ's desk. JJ was on the phone but she hung up when she saw Penelope standing by her side, face stretched like a Cheshire cat's.

"What are you smiling about?" JJ asked, curiously.

"He shook her hand!" Penelope exclaimed in an exaggerated whisper. "He never shakes hands!"

JJ raised her head, glancing at the duo still immersed in deep discussion, and said, "Huh."

"Huh is right, my love. This is the beginning. We are witness to the beginning. I have a good feeling about this. My gut is tingling. I have gut tingles."

JJ stood up, shaking her head in amusement, "Come on, Miss Matchmaker, why don't you drop me off at the jet."

"Gut tingles, JJ!"

Very reluctantly, she allowed the blonde to drag her away.

But later, much later, when things were well under way, she would always be the first person to loudly declare that she had seen it coming from the very start.

"It's like there are two of them."

"But she…she looked so normal…"

Derek grinned at Rossi, who was quietly observing the duo standing before one of the evidence boards.

"It's obviously a code of some sort," Reid was saying. He had a half-full cup of coffee in one hand and a red marker in the other. A huge pattern of numbers and alphabets was plastered over the evidence board and on its other side stood Agent Nyssa Langdon who had accompanied the BAU on this particular case. "It doesn't follow any pattern but the words obviously have a sequence to them. It's too unscrambled to be random. There's too much repetition; see how the alphabets are going across."

"Right." Nyssa said, nodding her head in understanding. She looked at the pattern on the board, brow crinkling and started murmuring something under her breath. The team exchanged amused looks between themselves but didn't interrupt whatever was going on.

"Cipher... pattern…if you change it with a keyword…keyword." She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and squinted at the chart. Then, almost as if a light was going off, they both looked at each other at the same time and exclaimed, "It's a Vigenere cipher!"

Derek glanced between the two excited adults and sighed, "Okay, I'll bite. What's a Vigenere cipher?"

They both quickly explained the logistics of the code, their words almost running over each other and about a minute later, Derek concluded, "So we need a keyword?"

"It won't be hard to find," Reid said. "The keyword would probably be something the members use to identify each other with or a password that gains them entry into exclusive places."

"Most commonly, it's a small word like 'flower' or 'chair' or something like that," Nyssa continued. "But in this case I think it must be something that's important to Mark Zed –the man in charge."

"Exactly," Reid said, sending a pleased look in Nyssa's direction. "Since we characterized him as someone who is able to carry out normal relationships without raising suspicion, it might even be the name of a family member."

"That seems the most likely," Hotch said. He leaned forwards and pushed a button to speed-dial. "Garcia," he said, "I need a list of all of Mark Zed's closest family members and associates."

"Right away, sir," replied a chirpy voice from the other side.

Derek stood up to take a closer look at the cipher himself. He patted Reid on the shoulder, "Good work, kid." Then he glanced at Agent Langdon, who had already started a list of closest associates that she could remember from memory. "You too, Langdon. You've got quite a brain in you."

She gave him a quick, shy smile, "Thanks Agent Morgan. Instead of going ahead and doing multiple doctorates like Agent Reid here, I stuck to getting a couple of masters. One of my reports that got published was actually on the language and methodology to ciphers."

"Impressive." Morgan admitted. From Reid's face by his side, it looked like he wasn't the only one that thought so. "How many masters?"

"Two." Nyssa admitted. "Law and Criminal Justice."

"Well, then Organized Crime seems just the place for you," Morgan said. With a quick smile, he walked back to the team but not before he heard the conversation the followed after he left.

"Law and Criminal Justice," Reid said. "Lemme guess. Your father is a successful lawyer and he wanted you to carry on the family legacy."

There was a pause and then, "Did you just profile me, Dr. Reid?" Nyssa's tone was playful, almost flirty.

Derek could almost see Reid's ears turning red. "It's ah….difficult to turn off, after so many years on the job,"

"Okay, so tell me more, Doctor. Profile me."

There was a responding playfulness in Reid's voice, something that made Derek's eyebrows rise on his forehead, "Do you really want me to that?"

"Yup. Do your thing."

"Okay," Reid said. "You IQ is obviously above average because despite the fact that you have two master degrees, you hold quite an estimable position in your team as well, which suggests you've been working for the FBI for at least five to six years. Considering that, you obviously completed both masters at a young age, probably in your mid-twenties. You've also read some of my articles that have no relation to either organized crime or law which means you like to read outside of the demands of your job. All of this points quite clearly to a higher level of IQ. The fact that you didn't seem offended when I suggested you perused your higher studies in law because of your father means that you obviously hold a close relationship with him and don't mind the association. You're wearing neon blue which means you want to stand out in a room but you've also paired it with a pastel yellow blouse because you don't want to stand out too much. When dealing with the BAU team, you seem comfortable because you're comfortable with the position you hold in the FBI, yet you were quite pleased when Morgan complimented you because you still feel like you have a lot of ways to go and praise from a higher official made you feel validated."

There was stunned silence from the other end and Morgan almost groaned out loud. This was practically the first dating rule in his book: never profile a potential date. And especially not to their face! He was about to walk away from the awkward silence that was bound to follow but then something amazing happened.

"That was brilliant," Nyssa said, a touch of awe in her voice. "But you're holding something back. It's practically trying to spill itself out of your mouth."

Spencer gave an awkward laugh-slash-cough. He hesitated for a bit and then said, "I think the reason that you get along with me well is because you obviously enjoy thought-provoking, stimulating academic discussions but you might not receive your due share in your daily life."

Another pause, as if Nyssa was weighing the legitimacy of the assumption. "You're… you're right," she finally said. "But there's another reason too."

"And what's that?" Reid asked.

The next sentence was spoken in a whisper so low, Morgan almost missed it. "Because you're incredibly attractive."

Morgan had to place a hand on his mouth to stop the laugh that almost burst out. He walked away before he heard any more of the conversation; honestly, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear more. But in his mind, he was already planning on how he was going to give Reid a hard time about this later. That would be a fun conversation.

They were heading out of the precinct, when Morgan stopped Reid with a hand to the shoulder. "So," Derek said, with a sly grin, "are you going to ask her out?"

Reid weighed the odds of pretending to not know what Derek was talking about but finally decided against it, "I don't know…maybe."

There was real hesitation on his face and Derek realized with a start that he probably hadn't dated anyone new since Maeve's death. Derek felt his face soften. "Hey kid, no pressure. But she likes you and you have good chemistry. I think you should go for it."

Reid thought it over for a moment and then looked up, giving him a small smile, "Thanks, Morgan. I'll think about it."

But from the way he walked dejectedly over to the SUV and slipped inside, Derek wasn't sure he was going to.

So there's going to be continuation of this, of course. Hope you like my OC; it's actually the first time I've ever written one into a fanfic. Suggestions and constructive criticism are always welcome. Hope I did well on the profiling front!

Also, disclaimer: the blue environment fact is picked up from google; I have no idea whether kindness and empathy have any link to genetics whatsoever; same for the thing about linguistics and modern English; the cipher is a real thing but I don't really fully understand it myself. Don't fool yourself with my bogus facts ;)