Hello all! This story will be an prologue of sorts to a story I've been thinking about doing. It's a self insert fic. Meaning that using an alias, namely the one that I use as a pen name also, I write out a developing friendship between the Criminal Minds character Spencer Reid and "Lyric".

Oh, and needless to say I don't own CM, or the characters. If I did I'd be on that show as MGG's love interest.

I was just starting out in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I'd hoped all those years of training and certification have paid off. I would have hated to be the rookie everyone hates.

I had just parked in the parking garage when I glanced at my watch and noticed I was late.

"Oh no! Crap, crap, crap!" I grabbed my box of things and my small bags of personal items for my desk and hurried off to the bullpen. First day in and I'm already running late for the day. What kind of agent am I?

Well as I stepped into the elevator and took a deep breath, I couldn't help but smile. Special Agent Lyric. Has quite the nice ring to it, huh? Though, as I stepped through the beautiful glass doors and began to powerwalk towards the Section Chief's office, I slammed into someone, dropping my things onto the floor and landing with a thud myself.

"Ow…." As I looked up and rubbed a hand on my hurt arm I saw one of the most gorgeous men I'd ever seen in my life. He was rather tall, though sort of lanky and he had dark circles under his eyes. He reminded me of L Lawliet from Death Note with those dark circles. However he'd beat L in a handsome contest hands down. He was staring down at me and frowning while some of the other agents snickered from their desks at us. Guess I'd already made quite the impression….

"Um, I'm sorry. Let me help you with that…" He was bending down to pick up some of my littered items and for the life of me I couldn't find my voice. For some reason I was stuck in this catatonic state where all I could do was stare at him in awe of his…well, to be honest, his utter beauty. The angular points of his face, soft pouty lips, heart stopping hazel eyes…Oh his eyes!

I placed a hand on my chest to hopefully stop the pounding of my heart and somehow that last part slipped out of my mouth. (Whoops! Catatonic state over.) "Hazel eyes…."

The guy stopped what he was doing and glanced up at me. "…..Yes, I do have hazel eyes." He took a moment and smiled, beginning to rattle off a bunch of information at once. "Did you know that eye color is determined by two factors: One being the pigmentation of the iris and the other being the frequency –dependence of the scattering of light by the turbid medium of the fibrovascular layer of tissue, or the stroma. Hazel eyes in particular, such as mine, are caused by the Rayleigh scattering of light in the stroma." He nodded in confirmation while my mind sort of was overwhelmed by such knowledge.

"Are…Are you Dr. Spencer Reid?" I asked, sitting up and grabbing most of my things before standing up straight and holding out a hand to help him up.

"Ah, yes. Yes I am." He smiled shyly when he realized I already knew of him. He looked at my hand and cringed, standing up on his own. "I, well, don't take offense but I don't touch the hands of strangers…Oh, and you are?" He put on a friendly smile as he handed me back my stuff.

"I'm Lyric. I'm the new agent that's starting here today. Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid. I'm somewhat of a fan." I giggled, blushing profusely without even realizing it. Seeing him in person was different than what I'd thought it'd be. For one, he didn't look as downright handsome in his pictures, though he does photograph well.

He looked away for a second. Was that a blush? "Welcome to the BAU, Lyric. Nice to meet you." He offered another smile and waved his hand as a greeting.

I waved back, remembering his discomfort with shaking hands. I'd guess it has to do with the transfer of germs. "Well, see you around. I have to go talk to the Section Chief!" I waved one more time while walking away and glanced at the agents who were snickering at us earlier, throwing them a small smile. They smiled back, though I wondered if they were sincere. Of course now I know they were.

Sometime later….

After talking to the Section Chief, I walked to my new desk which was across the room from Dr. Reid and his coworker's desks. They all looked so happy together.

My first day consisted of doing deskwork. A few people came up and talked to me, trying to get to know me. Even one of Dr. Reid's coworkers came up to me, his name was Derek. Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan. He was very handsome, charming smile, deep velvety voice, muscles to die for. Not my type but I could see how any other woman would instantly fall in love. He introduced himself to me and asked me a couple questions. Like how I was feeling, if I was enjoying myself so far, you know. Nice things that people ask to be supportive. And then he told me that I could ask him for help if I needed it. I thought about asking him for help with my hand to hand. I'd ask him later, no use in bringing it up right that second. So I went back to my work.

After a while I saw Dr. Reid get up and walk to get some coffee. I sat, debating whether or not to follow behind him and become better acquainted. I sighed and got up from my desk, grabbing the heart covered mug I'd brought with me that morning.

"So, is this like the break room?" I asked as I walked in behind him. He looked over his shoulder, almost looking as if I'd startled him. I noticed I almost made him spill his coffee and I cringed. "Sorry….I should announce myself as I enter the room." He let out a nervous giggle.

Dr. Reid shook his head, pouring a mountain full of sugar into his mug and taking an enthusiastic drink. "It's alright. I'm easily startled."

"So am I! Perhaps we should see who can scare who the most times. Make a game out of it…Ahehe." I coughed to cover up an awkward laugh and sighed. "Um, so….You being so smart must be amazing. Getting to always be the smartest guy in the room. People say I'm smart, but I'm nowhere as smart as you. Not even close. I don't have an eidetic memory, my IQ isn't 187, and I certainly can't read 20,000 words per minute."

He stared at me in shock as I basically had a mini trivia round on his intellect. "You….You know all these things?"

I didn't know whether to proudly proclaim that I did or try and play it off as if this was common knowledge. I settled on being silent and subtly nodding my head.

Dr. Reid blushed and took another drink of his coffee, setting his mug down and leaning against the counter. "You really are a fan, huh? Thank you." He smiled this small quirky smile. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

I couldn't help the bright smile that appeared on my face. "You're welcome! Well, I'll just get my brew."

"You know, even though coffee is an approved beverage by the FDA, caffeine has addictive properties, hence why people who are used to having their routine morning coffee are agitated when they don't have it."

I thought a moment and nodded my head, shrugging at him with a smirk. "How about you say all that in Latin?"

He chuckled, picking up his coffee mug and beginning to exit the room. "Touché, Miss Lyric."

I laughed and made my own mug of coffee, walking back to my desk with a huge smile on my face. I finished my caseload in record time and sat the rest of the day tapping my pen and staring over at Dr. Reid like a lovesick schoolgirl.

At the end of the day Reid (When had he become Reid?), Morgan and their coworkers got up to leave. I grabbed my jacket and messenger bag, walking over to Morgan and Reid and smiling. "Well, I'm on my way out. Mind if I get on the elevator with you guys?" It seemed that the other agents stayed out of their way, but I didn't see any harm in being friendly. They were just SSA's. It's not like they would bite or attack me for making an effort to be friends.

Morgan smiled and patted me on the back gently. "Sure, new girl. Come on."

"Thanks!" I stepped into the elevator, throwing Reid a glance. "Well, are you doing anything right now, Dr. Reid? I was thinking about getting something to eat before going home."

Reid smiled. "Sure. There's this Chinese place I like to go to. We can take my car."

Morgan promptly interjected at that point. "No, no, no! You do not want him to take the wheel. Pretty Boy should not be permitted to drive."

"Someone horrible behind the wheel?" I teased lightly, gently nudging Reid who squirmed away a bit. Darn, I forgot his issue with touching.

"I can drive, no one really likes to be in the car with me when I do, though. But if it makes you feel any better I'll let you drive." He nervously patted my shoulder, making me smile even bigger.

"Alright..." I stared up at him, placing my hand over his. We looked at each other with shy smiles on our faces until Morgan cleared his throat and stepped out of the elevator.

"See you two tomorrow. Hopefully nothing happens to disturb your night~ Or mine either." He walked out to his car, leaving us alone.

We snapped out of our trance and I led him to my car, unlocking the doors and getting in the passenger side. Reid gave me a weird look as I tossed him the keys which he barely caught. "What are you doing?"

"Letting you drive. You wanted to take my car, right?"

"Yes, but I thought you'd be driving. Didn't you hear Morgan? People hate riding in the car with me."

I chuckled, motioning for him to get into the driver's seat. "Get in and stop being so scared of yourself. I trust you to make sure nothing happens to me. You have got to learn how to have more confidence in yourself. You're a genius, I'm sure you can work a car. Just look at it as some sort of obscure equation."

That made him relax somewhat. "An equation, right. Well, thank you Lyric. That actually is how I make things easier." He smiled and got in the car, sticking the key in the ignition and starting it up, pulling out of the garage.

As we drove to the restaurant I turned on my Ke$ha CD, singing along to Dirty Love.

"Oh! Oh! I just want your dirty love! All I need is to get in between your sheets!"

Reid glanced at me with a weird expression. I was guessing I'd be seeing that look quite a bit that night. "Why do you listen to her? Dirty love sounds very unsanitary."

"Oh, well, she means dirty as in kinky. You know, that freaky stuff that has you grabbing the headboard and screaming out the name of your lover." I explained without missing a beat. Well that was crude of me. Reid at that point was turning 16 shades of red and gripping the steering wheel much tighter. "Oh, relax. I was just messing with you. I mean, that's what she meant but I didn't mean to say all that."

"That was an interesting way to describe a song. Well, uh we're almost there so is there any other songs that she made that isn't so...suggestive?"

"Hmmm...Honestly, not really. Ke$ha has made her living being out there and saying exactly what's on her name. She's a no holds barred potty mouth and I can respect that. Don't you like listening to someone who has the guts to say the things that none of us would dare say?"

He thought a moment and nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess you're right. And...it does have a nice beat to it. So she's forgivable in that sense."

Reid pulled into the parking lot and shut off the car, looking over at me while I was still singing the lyrics. "So, is Lyric your real name?"

I chuckled. "No, but I prefer that name over my real one. And no I'm not telling you or anyone else what it is. You'll either hear it from the Section Chief or if one day I get busted for fighting the government from the inside."

He laughed. "That was a good one. Though I wouldn't make that joke at the Bureau."

"Yeah, uh, that wasn't a joke. Well, it was partly a joke but...I do want to change things for the better. And the only way to do that is to change things from the inside out. Work within the system and make it so the normal people who don't carry our credentials get the same respect we do."

Reid was giving me this look that I couldn't quite place. I didn't know if my mini rant had impressed or offended him. Either way, and handsome looks aside, I wouldn't take it back. Luckily I didn't have to. "That's brave. I guess you could say we're all sort of fighting the system from the inside...Though we'd never have the guts to come right out and say it."

"You just did." I smiled at him. "Well, on that note. Lets go get some food, I'm starving!"

"Me too!"

We both laughed and got out of the car. He turned on the alarm for me and clumsily tried to toss me my keys, though he completely missed me and they hit the hood of my car.

He cringed. "Sorry..."

I giggled as I grabbed my keys and walked towards the restaurant. "No problem, don't worry about it, hun."

He furrowed his brows at the term of endearment and walked in behind me. "Hun...?"

We sat at one of the back tables, talking lightly about anything and everything. At that moment the conversation had somehow gotten to Rocky Horror.

"Science Fiction/Double Feature sounded better in the movie." I argued, giving the doctor a playful grin.

"Oh no. I think the play version sounded more haunting. I also think the fact that the actors could react in real time to the audience is awesome."

"I agree in that sense. But you have to admit, Susan Sarandon singing Toucha Toucha Toucha Me was spot on genius in every way."

"I'll give you that one. And the Time Warp sequence in the movie was perfect."

"I know, right?! I still sometimes stop what I'm doing and get the urge to belt out, It's just a jump to the left!"

He continued with, "And then a step to the right!"

"Put your hands on your hips!"

"And bend your knees in tight!"

We both began to sing the song, making the few people in the restaurant glance back at us and smile. It was as if we'd forgotten there was anyone else. We burst into laughter after our impromptu performance of The Time Warp and ordered our food when the waitress came over.

I ordered first, looking down at the menu. "I'd like the pork fried rice with golden fingers and beef teriyaki."

Reid went next, tapping his fingers on the table. "Chicken fried rice and orange chicken."

We ate our food in relative silence, besides some relaxed exchanges between bites. After finishing Reid reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet the same time that I did.

"Lyric, don't worry about it. I got it." He frowned when he saw me pulling out some money.

"What? No, we're splitting the bill. I am not letting you pay for me. Listen Reid, I'm not one of those girls you have to dote on and fawn all over. I want to be your equal outside of work. That is, if you want to be my friend. I'd like to be yours."

"Oh, well yeah. I'd like to be your friend."

"Good, then let's split this bill and get out of here. I was late to work my first day so I need to be extra careful for the next couple of weeks. And that means to get in bed on time and get up on time so I can be a good agent."

We both laughed and placed our money on the table, along with a tip. (He paid the tip. He insisted.)

As we walked back to the car I began Ke$ha's song Warrior. Reid looked down at me and smiled. "You must really like her."

"Oh yeah. I have all her CD's. And since we're friends now, it's my job to influence you to come to the dark glittery side, where your darkest fantasies are sure to come true." I bumped him with my hips playfully, giggling at his weirded out expression.

"That actually sounds pretty frightening..." He flinched in surprise when I tossed him the keys again.

"Lets go back to the Bureau so you can pick up your car and we can be on our merry way."

He unlocked the door and got in the driver's seat as I got in the passenger's side. He pulled out of the parking lot and we drove back to the Bureau.

When we got back it was almost 12. I let out a yawn and stretched, leaning my head back as I got a little sleepy.

"Are you alright to drive?" Reid asked with a worried expression on his face. I swear, his big hazel eyes could have the toughest of men and woman melting in a second.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just need to wake myself up is all." I took out my MP3 player and put on my headphones, turning on the loudest rock song in my playlist and jolting completely awake. "Woo...That's a quick upper." I chuckled and winked at him as he stared at me like I was a lunatic. "Don't judge me. I have my ways of doing things and they're a bit bizarre."

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Oh no! I wasn't judging it's just that I've never seen anyone wake themselves up like that. Well, besides with a radio alarm clock so I guess it's not very weird at all...Not that I'm calling you weird or anything!"

"...Really? I'd like to think I'm weird. I wouldn't want to be normal. There's no fun in that." I shrugged and leaned over, kissing his cheek without thinking and stopping in my tracks when he turned completely around to look at me, touching his cheek. "I...uh...I should get going."

He nodded, turning dark red and undoing his seatbelt, getting out of the car and walking to his own.

Did I...? I just...kissed his cheek?

Well...How was that? I know, I made myself a total creeper and weirdo. But that's who I am in real life. Please don't kill me for creating a fic centered around my budding crush on Reid and Matthew Gray Gubler. I just had all these ideas running through my head of what his perfect love interest would be if I was writing for the show and this was what came up.

So...Hopefully you'll like it. I hope you all will. Drop a review, unlike my other stories where I have to write and rewrite everything over and over again, his one came directly from the fingertips and onto the screen.

That sounded much more clever in my head...

Welp. On that note...

Live. Laugh. Love.

~LyricAiLove