Dr. Spencer Reid was known to not but into other people's business. But when he saw the little girl from the diner, all sad and lonely and with fear in her eyes, it was hard for him to not be curious. At first he thought that the girl was just a bit scared for working at such a busy place, but as time past, Spencer noticed the flinches and the dark bruises she desperately tried to cover. As he was sitting down at his table waiting for the food to arrive, he saw the girl limp by.

"Um...excuse me..." Spencer said. The girl looked up at him.

"Yes?" she replied "Do you need something sir?" The girl was quiet. She spoke in a whisper. Spencer's ears barely caught what she said.

"What's your name?" He asks. The girl looked at him oddly, but she replied nonetheless.

"My name is Rachel, Rachel Dawson, sir..."

"How old are you Rachel?"

"I'm 12 years old" Spencer's eyes widened. What is a twelve year old doing working here at a busy diner?

"Pardon me, but aren't you a bit to young to work here?" He questions. The girl looks up at him with dull brown eyes.

"My parents own this diner. I work here when I don't go to school." Rachel replied. Spencer nodded. He caught the girl flinch when she mentioned her parents.

"If you don't mind sir, what is your name?" Rachel asks. Spencer looked at her and smiled a little.

"My name is Doctor Spencer Reid. But you can call me Spencer."

"How old are you...Spencer?"

"I'm 26 years old."

"Cool. I don't mean to be rude, but aren't you a bit to young to be a doctor?"

"I graduated high school when I was 12 years old" Spencer sighed, he was used to of telling people this information.

"That's awesome! I wish I was smart as you!" Rachel exclaimed. Spencer looked at her shocked. No one ever appreciated his intelligence. He automatically admired the girl for not judging him.

"RACHEL! Get back to work!" Spencer looked over and saw a young woman with blonde hair and brown eyes glaring at Rachel. Rachel silently cringed at looked towards the woman.

"Y-Yes Mom." she replied quickly. The woman hmphed and walked away. Spencer looked at her.

"That's your mom?" Rachel nodded.

"Yes that's my mom. Her name is Samantha," Rachel said. She then turned and pointed towards a man who was giving someone a receipt. He had black hair and stunning green eyes. He was bulky and had a strong jaw. He practically radiated male dominance. "and he is my dad, Matthew." Spencer noticed how she spoke their names with fear and a hint of hate.

"You don't like your parents?" he blurted. The girl turned her head towards him.

"How did you know?" she asks

"So you don't like them? Why is that?" Rachel opened her mouth to reply but was cut off from her mother yelling at her to get back to work again.

"I'm sorry, I must go. It's been nice talking to you Spencer." Rachel quickly says.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" Spencer asks.

"Yes." Rachel replies and then walks away. Spencer didn't know what got into him when he asked that question. He seemed to want to know the girl more. He thought of the saying that the eyes are the windows to your soul. So why is it that when he looks into her eyes, all he sees is fear, sadness, pain, and desperation? As Spencer walked into the bullpen, he couldn't help but feel a need to protect this girl. Like he wanted to embrace her and tell her to not be afraid. Whatever this feeling was, it was what drove Spencer to go back to that diner the next day, so he can learn about Rachel, and her past.