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"Reid man, I need your help," Morgan said as Reid had just barely arrived at his desk on a Thursday morning.

"What kind of help Morgan," Reid asked suspiciously as he quickly leafed through the mail in his in box?

Morgan lowered his voice to little more than a whisper. "I need your help with a woman."

Reid squinted at his friend, the confusion evident on his face. "I'm probably going to kick myself but I have to find out how I who never…well never mind that, how I could help you with a woman. Please enlighten me."

"Okay, I met this woman the other night at the bar and I asked her out." Reid nodded, it sounded like the usual for Morgan. "Well, Cassandra, that's her name, is a cautious woman and she doesn't want to go out alone with a man she doesn't know, and I totally understand that. I told her I was an FBI agent but she wasn't that impressed but then Garcia told me about this guy who hit on Emily one night at the bar claiming to be an FBI agent when he actually wasn't so I guess women have to be careful. Garcia said you should have seen the guy's face when the three of them flashed their ID." Reid nodded again. "Anyway, she said she'd go out with me on a double date if I could find a date for her friend Phoebe."

"No, oh no, stop right there. I'm not doing it," Reid said adamantly, shaking his head. He headed off to get his coffee with Morgan following behind.

"Come on Reid, it'll be good for you," Morgan attempted to persuade his friend. "It's not like you've got women breaking your door down."

"Thanks Morgan, thank you for reminding me of that fact," Reid replied.

"Look Reid, Cassandra is a real babe, really fine, if you know what I mean," Morgan explained with accompanying hand movements as Reid poured his coffee.

"Yes Morgan, I know what you mean."

"Reid, I've seen Phoebe. She was with Cassandra the other night. She's twenty-five, twenty-six, somewhere in there; she's got shoulder length blond hair, pretty. She's a high school teacher. Cassandra says she's got a great sense of humor. Come on man, you gotta do this for me."

"I don't know Morgan, I hate blind dates," Reid told him, adding sugar to his coffee.

"Well it's not exactly blind. I mean I've seen her, she's not a dog or anything. Anyway, have you ever been on one," Morgan asked, realizing he didn't know much about Reid's dating life, well he actually didn't think Reid had a dating life. That being the case, he considered he was doing Reid a favor instead of the other way around.

"No, not really, but I have no desire to be stuck with some girl I know nothing about. What would I say to her," the young genius pondered.

"Not a problem, I told you Phoebe was a high school teacher. You're gonna love this man, she teaches math and physics."

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Delta flight number 1352 from San Francisco taxied on the runway at Dulles. It had been a long flight Fletcher Bancroft thought as he looked out the window. He was excited, and Fletcher didn't get excited often but now was one of those rare occasions. He had won the California State Science Fair, earning the right to attend the National Science Fair with the winners from the other states. To most eight year olds that would be thrilling enough but that wasn't what had Fletcher's blond head bouncing in his seat. He was happy to be going to the science fair, to be sure, and he was confident that his project could compete with the other state winners. What had him truly keyed up, however, was the fact that Washington DC was only a hop, skip and jump from Quantico, thirty-one miles to be exact, he'd checked. Someone he cared very much about worked at Quantico and maybe, if he was lucky, they could get together. That would be the greatest, Fletcher Bancroft and Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid together again, unbeatable.

Theresa Montoya was trying to look everywhere at once. She had never been on an airplane before and had never considered she'd go somewhere like Washington DC but when Fletcher had won the science fair he needed an adult to accompany him and Lord knew, Dr. Bancroft and Ms. Fletcher wouldn't do it, so they decided that Theresa would go. The young Mexican woman fingered the material of her gold corduroy waist length jacket that coordinated with a white tank, a white and brown plaid skirt and knee high brown boots. Ms. Fletcher had given her some money to buy some new clothes. She'd also got her hair styled a little shorter and it suited her face. Fletcher had certainly approved telling her she was beautiful. The boy was so excited at the thought of seeing Agent Reid again and Theresa had to admit she was looking forward to seeing him as well. He and Agent Prentiss had gone to bat for her after she had been attacked by Fletcher's kidnapper leading to her being allowed to stay in the country legally.

She had thought of looking for a better job now that she could move around freely but that would mean leaving Fletcher. If she wasn't there, there would be no one to care for the boy. His parents didn't care. She knew that for a fact after what she had overheard. Maybe if she talked to Agent Reid. She knew he cared about Fletcher. He'd been so kind to both of them following Fletcher's kidnapping. Fletcher was a tough little boy. He'd had to be with no love and support from his parents. Agent Reid had stayed a couple of days to make sure he was okay. He said he had lots of vacation time to use. He had seemed to know just what Fletcher needed. The day he'd gone Fletcher had run to his room and closed the door. She'd knocked but he didn't answer and she could hear him sobbing his heart out. Fletcher never cried.

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David Rafferty adjusted the zoom lens on his camera. They were both here. They didn't usually choose places as public as this so maybe it was necessity. He'd arrived the day before yesterday without the beautiful Sienna. She was apparently speaking at some universities in the northwest, being the good wife, according to her secretary. So Matthew Blake, presidential hopeful, was here alone or so it appeared. But then the lovely Laura Ashburn, talk show goddess of the airwaves showed up. Millions tuned in daily and hung on her every word. The mere mention of a book from her lips made it an instant best seller. She had the power to make or break a person and she had endorsed Matthew Blake. Rafferty laughed. Endorsed, is that what they were calling it these days. He'd heard it called something a lot less flattering, an affair, extramarital sex or just plain fu…ooh la la, who is that tasty little enchilada, he thought as he watched a beautiful young woman with shoulder length black hair get out of a cab with a blond little boy and head for the hotel while the bellhop got their bags. She turned to say something to the bellman and it seemed that she looked right into the lens of his camera. Her eyes were beautiful, almost black and her smile, enchanting. She wasn't the reason he was crouched in the bushes but he snapped a picture of her anyway. At least his day hadn't been a total waste. Perhaps he'd find out who she was. Maybe he could get her endorsement.