Spencer sat nervously in the waiting room. The team had talked him into seeing a therapist. He understood why. His life had been one big disaster after another. He sat back and let his thoughts entertain him. He looked up when the door opened and his heart stopped. In front of him was a young woman. She wore a T- shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, and she wore no makeup. Not that she needed it. What really caught him were her eyes. They were brown like his. They were the eyes of someone who still saw good in the world, they were the eyes of someone who was ready to laugh, but they were also the eyes of someone who had been hurt.

"Spencer Reid," she said.

He stood up surprised. She was his therapist? She wasn't dressed like it. His curiosity got the better of him.

"How are you able to dress so casually?"

"A few years after I started here I started to get offers from bigger companies. My boss told me that he really wanted me to stay he said he could do anything with the exception of raising my pay. There was a recession going on at the time. I told him that I would stay as long as I could dress casually. That way it doesn't feel like such a big deal. We're just having a conversation."

She had a southern accent. Not a cute, flirty one, but a deeper one. It was nice.

"You should meet my friend. She did the opposite. She agreed to work for the FBI if they let her wear her extremely colorful outfits."

She laughed," my name is Amelia by the way, Amelia Strangeworth."

They reached a door. Amelia opened it to reveal a room with two chairs, and a table between them with a bowl of candy on it.

They sat down and Amelia got started,"why don't we talk about the beginning of your life?"