Author's Notes: Since there was no Reid in my last CM fic, I decided to give you a nice healthy dose of him here. I'm usually very nervous about injecting OCs, but if you pair everyone up—Garcia/Morgan, JJ/Rossi, and Emily/Hotch, there aren't any options left. Unless you wanted to reintroduce Jordan Todd *shudder* let's not go there. Anyway, I hope you like my take on what Reid's 'type' may be. Let me tell you, she's interesting!

Disclaimer: I don't own Reid, although I wish I did. I do not own any other Criminal Minds characters, nor would I blackmail Jeff Davis to get them (probably).

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Dr. Spencer Reid unfolded his lanky frame form the back seat of the SUV and walked with JJ and Hotch toward the precinct. Everything had happened so quickly, since they didn't have to pack a bag or get on the jet. Their crime scenes were just over an hour away, in Georgetown.

The precinct was buzzing with activity when they entered, Reid pulling up the rear. He knew form his years with the BAU that they made a quite impressive entrance; Hotch, the quintessential fed, Emily and JJ, the gorgeous ass-kicking agents, Dave, the seasoned profiler, Morgan, the muscle, and him, who looked like a grad student. He'd gotten used to the stares; he'd been a freak all his life, so this wasn't any different. Except for the teasing; mature adults didn't generally make fun of him. Except Morgan. But they all knew he didn't mean it.

"FBI?" a female voice asked. Hotch nodded while JJ extended her hand.

"Yeah, I'm Agent Jareau, we spoke on the phone. These are SSAs Hotchner, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, and Dr. Reid."

"Nice to meet you; Detective Wyn Ballantine. Are you the David Rossi?" At Dave's reluctant nod, her voice became more impressed. "It's a pleasure. Come on over to the conference room, I'll show you what we have so far."

She led them back to a long narrow room covered in white boards. There was one for each of the five victims. Spencer entered the room, and saw Detective Ballantine for the first time.

She had thick corn silk blonde hair, a thick side bang falling over her forehead. She was unbelievably pale, paler than him, with deep brown eyes and an impressive amount of dark eye makeup. But it only added to her attractiveness. She was young, probably about his age, and maybe two heads shorter. But she was so gorgeous he had trouble breathing for a moment. But he sat down, staring at the boards before him until his heart stopped beating quite so painfully.

"Are you sure you need us?" Dave asked. Morgan nodded as he surveyed her work. Each photo of the victim was accompanied by one from his autopsy and from the crime scene. Then next to that, in neat handwriting, was the victim's name, city of origin, and place they were last seen.

"Well, as nice as it is to have the extra man power, it was really the brass that called you in." Wyn shrugged and sat down across the table from Reid.

"Right," Hotch nodded succinctly and turned back to the board. "Well, let's go through your files, and hopefully by this evening we'll have a profile to give your people."

"Great. Thanks." She smiled tightly at them and then looked at the clock. Three thirty. Their newest victim had just been discovered at nine that morning. Jonathan Cross, twenty nine. One year older than her. She sighed.

"Have you been on the case since the beginning?" Reid asked her.

"Yeah," she gave a humourless smile. "I thought I was doing okay with it, but I knew this morning I couldn't go without help from the professionals."

Reid nodded. "It's good you called us in. Hopefully we can help before anyone else gets hurt."

Wyn's eyes flashed. "I certainly hope I didn't detect an insult in your tone, Dr. Reid."

"Huh?" the young agent asked.

"No, don't worry, he always talks like that." Morgan assured. He'd thought maybe this girl was a firecracker, but now it was clear she was feisty and had one hell of a temper.

"It's clinical," Emily agreed.

Wyn nodded. "Good to know. I would have hated to bruise that ass."

Morgan and Prentiss laughed behind their files as Reid turned an embarrassing shade of red.