A/N: Bahahahahaha... So, I've recently discovered that I am, in fact, madly in love with Spencer Reid. *mischievous smile* And so the show begins...
Disclaimer: Much as I wish Reid (and Garcia. And Morgan....) was mine, he (they!) are not. Yet....
I don't own CriMi.
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Reid stared at the board in front of him. Checkmate. His eyes and mouth fell as wide as they could go. He couldn't even look at the girl staring boredly across at him.
"Hey." J.J. walked up to them, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Oh. Don't feel bad. He beats everyone at this."
The girl grinned. "Does he?"
"Pretty much." She glanced at Reid. "Conference in five, okay?"
He couldn't even get it together to nod.
The girl opposite him with the black, Shirley Temple hair and the slight Cockney accent stuck out a velvety brown hand. "Leila."
He shook it, trying to recover some kind of dignity. "Um, Spencer, Dr. Spencer, ah, Reid."
The shook hands as she stood. He watched after her as she walked away.
Hotch cleared his throat. "Alright. I have to introduce a new member of the team. Her name is Leila Savantos-"
Spencer nearly choked on his coffee. "L-leila?"
Morgan stared at him as Hotch replied, "That's what I said. She's our new CSI Liaison, so make her feel welcome, okay? She should be right outside..." There was a knock at the door. "Right on time."
Tall, dark-skinned, in a green cardigan that draped past her knees, Leila didn't seem all that remarkable. But Reid watched her mouth and eyes as she spoke, the animation in her long, slender hands and eyebrows.
"You're British?" Emily asked, sipping from her latte. Leila nodded.
"Yup. I've been living here since I was... fifteen, I think. So, can I see if I've got the names right?" They all nodded. "Alright... Emily, J.J.? Cool, got it. Penelope, Derek? Spencer the chess whiz," she winked at him and he felt his cheeks go scarlet as the others laughed. "Hotch, and... Rossi."
"Dave, please," he said, smiling genially. She nodded back with a grin.
"Alright, then. I guess I'll go settle my stuff in."
Emily and Garcia followed to help her; J.J. begged off to pick the new case.
When they got to the desk, Leila asked the question that had been weighing on her mind.
"So, you said Reid usually wins at chess?"
"She beat me!" Reid protested, as he and Morgan walked towards the new girl's desk. "With only a queen on the board!"
"Only a queen, huh? Girl power," Garcia quipped, laughing.
Leila shrugged with a mischievous grin. "The other ones were in the way. I let him take them off my hands."
"Sounds to me like you like her," Morgan jibbed, elbowing Reid in the ribs.
"No, no. That would be irresponsible."
"Come on, man. Live a little."
"Guys," Hotch called, walking down the center aisle. "Let's head out to the jet. Debreif along the way. Agent Savantos, if you'd like to sit this one out-- "
"Nothing better than jumping right in," she replied waving off his protests.
Morgan 'accidentally' brushed against Reid as they passed Leila. Reid stiffened as their bodies touched.
"S-sorry," he stammered, smiling halfheartedly.
She lifted an eyebrow minutely, fighting back a smile. "Don't worry about it. Dr. Reid."
With his eyes on her, he almost tripped again. Leila could only smile.
Reid kept his eyes on the ground, mortified. How unproffesional. And then,
I can't believe she beat me at chess!
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So... whatcha think?
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