Disclaimer: I own nothing of Criminal Minds or their characters.

A/N: My second story is now in action! Hope you all like! BTW, this all takes place before Revelations so Reid has not had to deal with the drugs or torture. It has not come up yet.

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"Then you catch him," Jason Gideon had said as he walked away.

What no one else heard was Spencer Reid's answer. "I hope it's just that easy." Saving Nathan Harris from himself was a small victory, but he hadn't thought of saving others from him until they drove him away in the ambulance.

Reid had gone home, changed, and drove to a local bar. He hadn't gone any where near a place like this since the couple days after Elle had left. But this was an exeption. This particular case had really taken a tole on him and he just needed to forget for a while.

He sighed as he looked at his drink. He hadn't had any yet. He just couldn't.

"You've been here for hours and you haven't even thought about touching that," a voice said behind him. He turned to find a young woman around his age looking back at him. "You don't come here much do you?" she asked as she caught a glance as his confused expression.

"How would you know that?"

"Well, I come here on a regular basis and I see all types come in here. And you look like the guy who only comes in once in a while and when he does, doesn't drink no matter how much he wants to." She had now sat down in the vacant bar stool next to him.

After a while he finally said, "No, you're right. I don't."

"So what would a guy like you be doing here?"

He thought about this for a few seconds then said, "You know, I'm not really sure anymore."

She laughed. "Oh, I know that feeling." They were silent for a few moments then the woman asked, "What's your name?"

"Spencer. Spener Reid," he answered.

"Spencer Reid," she repated. "I'm Alice Micheals."

"Hi, Alice. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise, Spencer." They looked at each other for a few minutes and to Reid's surprise he didn't have to look away.

"So what are you doing here?" Reid asked.

"I barly know you." Alice answered.

"You asked me. I seems only prudent to ask you."

"Touche," she replied. "I actually am here because it is a Friday night and I decided I wanted to hang by myself." He looked skeptical but let it go. "So what do you do?" she asked him.

"I'm actually an FBI agent with the BAU. That satnds for Behavioral Analysis Unit. We, um, study human behavior to predict the moves of serial killers, rapists, arsonists, ect. We predict their behavior so we can catch them before they can hurt anyone else. We're more commonly known as profilers. We travel around the country to help out local police stations. We also do consults over the phone, conferenses, and lessons for the locals. I'm on a whole team of people and, and….I should shut up now, right?" Alice could tell that he was very excited to share about what he did and was amazed at how fast he could talk. She was more amazed by the fact she could understand him.

"Oh, God no. Please, by all means, keep going. Although, aren't you a little young to be in the FBI?"

"Actually no. The requirement age is 23 and I'm 25, so technically I'm allowed to be in the Bureau. However, you probably weren't talking technically. I am a genius, as you might say. I don't really believe that intelligence can be acuratly quatinfied, but for the purposes of this converstion, you can call me a genius."

Still mystified she asked, "What makes you a genius?"

"Well, a lot of things. I have an IQ of 187, can read 20,000 words per minute, and I have a eidetic memory, so I can remember almost anything I see or read and recite it back to you and include the page number, the edition, and the copyright date. Because of this, I graduated high school at 12 years old, have three pHD's, and again, I work with the FBI." He stopped and looked at her. "I'm sorry. My friends always tell me I talk too much and too fast and they always tease me for it. When I get into something, I just sort of babble on and on about it. It's kind of like a nervous tick. Do you want to say anything?"

"Why would you be sorry? I think it's great. What are you're pHD's in?"

"Physiscs, mathmatics, and linguistics," he recited.

"Wow."

"Well, since you know all about what I do now, what do you do?" he asked.

"Well, I'm a student at the University. I'm studying brodcasting and technical theater."

"Tehnical theater uses your hands so you're a hands on person but you like being behind the scenes so you're shy and reserved," he stopped himself. "I'm sorry. I'm profiling you. I have got to stop doing that."

She giggled. "I don't mind. Really. I find all you know facinating. Oh!" she exclaimed. "I love this song. You want to dance?"

"Uh…," he stuttered, "I don't really dance. I never learned."

"Can you rock back and forth?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then you can dance." She grabbed his hand and he reluctantly got up to go with her. "Now, this hand goes here," she instructed as she put his hand on her waist, "and this hand goes here. Now just move closer and now you sway. That's all a slow dance really is." She lead and they swayed comfortably to the music, all the while just looking at each other.

While they were dancing, Reid had noticed how pretty she was. Her eyes were a deep brown and had a glint in them he had never seen before. Her medium length blond hair curled naturally at the ends but was otherwise staight. He couldn't pull his eyes away from hers. Wow. Could this really be happening? I'm a nerd…

Alice was surprised. He wasn't as bad as he said he was. She hoped he didn't notice her inching closer, longing to be nearer to him. The music seemed to melt away as she stared into his beautiful hazel eyes. They were like windows to his soul. She had a hard time focusing on anything else. The song ended and she checked her watch. "Oh, crap! I'm sorry. I have to go," she said. "Here's my number. Call me when you get the chance! I'll always be around! Bye!"

"Bye!" he yelled as he looked at his hand. Wow. It really could be possible. he though as he watched her leave.

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It had been three weeks since that fateful night in the bar. Both of them were lying asleep in the bed when the alarm sounded.

"Crap," Reid mumbled

"What is it sweetheart?" Alice asked.

"I have to go to work."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Call in sick," she suggested.

"Can't. Its been a while since we had a case and I'm sure we're going to have one soon. And you know that they need me."

"Don't you have some unGodly amount of vaction time left?"

"Yeah, but I don't really need it yet."

"Okay. Well then you should go shower."

"Don't you have to get ready too?"

"No. I don't have any classes on Mondays. Don't you remember?"

"Lucky," he said as he got out of bed. As the water was running down his body he thought, She stuck aorund for more than a week. That's amazing. I'm glad its her. I just love her so much. Wait…do I love her? Yes, I do. But does she love me? That's the million dollar question. Morgan would be proud, but I don't plan on telling him anything yet. He'd have enough ammuntion to make my life miserable for a year, at least. A call of "Honey!" interupted his thoughts and he soon knew that to mean "Hurry up."

He dryed, got dressed in some brown dress pants, a light-green striped button down shirt and a tan sweater vest, and walked into the kitchen. Rolling up the seciond sleve, he grabbed a mug and Alice filled it to the brim with coffee. "Thanks," he said. "Oh, shit. I'm late."

"Dr. Reid! I didn't know you used such language!"

"Believe it sweetness. I gotta go."

They kissed goodbye and she managed to shout, "Be careful!" before the door to Reid's apartment closed behind him.

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A/N: So….. Do you like? Reviews are always welocme!!! Please, please, please be honest! I love opinions! Any ideas are also welcome considering I haven't finished the story yet. HINT, HINT. So subtle huh? Haha. Anyways, that's all folks! (For now!)