Hey guys and gals!
This is my first Criminal Minds fic, and very out of my domain of Anime.
But I am in love with the show and Reid. I have a thing for nerds...some soft spot.
Well! I am excited to see where this will go.
I do not own Criminal Minds Just Rica er well Nica. Thank you!
Peace and Love
Hattress

Early mornings were always a debate with the young Dr. Reid. It depended on the mood he was when he woke up to see if he was ready for the morning. This morning as he drove from his home all he could think about was how he needed the special liquid that he knew would wake him up.

The bell on the door dinged and Spencer let out the deep breath he found he was holding. His eyes darted around the brightly lit place that was highly decorated with images of coffee and cartoons of people drinking coffee in brown neutral tones. The smell of coffee filled every pore in his body making a smile crawl on his face.

"Thank you come again sir!" the voice of a girl reached his ears, making the smile grow slightly bigger.

Dr. Reid started to walk to the voice, his hand stuffed into his pockets as the nerves got to him once more. One more person stood in front of him. Only one person until he could finally get his fix. Lately the nightmares have been getting worse, and this was the only way that he could actually deal with them without talking to anyone.

It was hard enough being the youngest genius in the BAU, and talking about his nightmares he thought would just make it worse. The cheery voice once again permeated his brain and his thoughts came back into reality. Lately it was one of the only things that would make going to work exciting, and that wasn't much.

It has been over a year since this ritual started. At first it was because he would be working all night every night and this place would be open till late. Also it wasn't bad that it was down the block from his apartment. Everyday he would come in and see the same people, and without even thinking or knowing start profiling them.

"Oh, the doctor is back in the house I see." The cheery voice from before makes a smile crawl on his face.

A girl with long black hair pulled into two pigtails that fell past her chest stared at the doctor with the biggest smile she could muster. His eyes going straight to the ends of her hair, which he noticed was always burnt. Her slightly round face and hazel almond eyes looked into his own brown ones and Spencer knew that he was in for something. Even her freckles looked darker as if they became that way because she was upset. A smile isn't all that it is cracked up to be. Spencer knew the difference between a real and fake.

Her skin looked freshly sun kissed making her already caramel colored skin look a tad bit darker. She was a pretty girl who made his coffee everyday, and she knew how to make his face curl into a smile when it came to the dark liquid. Reid called her Rica since one time she told him that she was from Costa Rica. Ever since then the name stuck.

"Well you know me, same time, same place" He cleared his throat, his hands pushing some hair behind his ears then back into his pockets. He hated when he would feel awkward, but sometimes he felt as if he couldn't be helped.

Rica nods and shifts her weight from one hip to the other. Her own eyes studying him as much as he studied her. Spencer looked down at her left hand always noticing the small wooden ring that was on her ring finger. He knew she wasn't married, but he couldn't help but to always feel a twinge tugging at him when he looked at it. Constantly her bottom lip would be chewed on as she talked to people. That gesture telling him that she didn't like really talking to people. That was a weird thing considering what her job was. Rica stood up straight, her posture very neat. She was a very interesting character indeed.

The Doctor's eyes were scaring her as she felt the familiar burning of his stare. It was like this everyday and she wondered if it was because of his background at the BAU. It scared her to think about his job, and how it must take a toll on a person. Rica looked at Spencer and she knew that the job was taking a toll on him.

"So Dr, what is it today. All the regulars or just one?" Rica quirked a dark brow and rested her hands on the counter.

Her eyes were making him slightly uncomfortable, as his mind went back to the nightmare. Spencer jumped a bit coming back into reality once more and smiled again at the girl in front of him.

"Big case so all of them if you don't mind Rica." He asked finally taking his hands out of his pockets.

"Coming right up." That bright cheery voice wakes him up, "I need a coffee with three sugars and frothy milk, one soy latte with one sugar, two black coffees, a coffee with sugar, a caramel frap hot, and a hot chocolate please and thank you." She called out, and Reid looked at her with amazement.

"Very nice." He muttered.

Rica chuckled and left her station to start on the coffees, Spencer watched her as she moved in these certain patterns to make sure everything was right. Her hand always moved to the dead parts of her hair as if she was thinking, a sort of nervous tick. He seemed to notice that she was the only person who would make sure she would touch their coffee last. She moved with ease and grace as if she practiced this everyday, in which she did when it came to his coffee. Rica was a perfectionist, a nervous perfectionist down to the way she cleaned up the cups after she was done. It was a no wonder why she kept her job.

Reid swayed back and forth on his toes when Rica came back with the cup holders of coffee. Her body language was one of nerves wracking throughout her body just by the look he was giving her. She didn't know how to feel around someone whose job it was to look at a person and know everything about him or her just by the way he or she moved or looked or did a certain job.

He knew he was starting to make her feel uncomfortable, but the way she moved and the way she looked at him, she tried not to show it. Rica took a deep breath and pushed some hair from her face with a slightly shaky hand. Her mind and lips were reading off the numbers and plugging them into the register.

"$10.80" Rica bit her lip with a tilt of her head. Little did she know that Reid was calculating with her, and her numbers were very wrong.

"Wait Rica, that's not right it should be more." He said giving her a tilt of his own head with puppy eyes. Rica chuckled softly and raised a black brow to him.

"Let's just say that a certain coffee with three sugars and frothy milk has no charge today." Rica bit her bottom lip and nodded to the Dr, fixing the green baseball cap that she wore.

Reid reverted his eyes down to the floor feeling his face flush up. When he tired to talk, incoherent words were stammering out from his mouth. He hands fumbled into his pocket to grab the money that he owed, and he dropped a 5 into the tip jar.

Rica's smile grew really wide as she grabbed the 5 from the jar, giving looks around her to see if anyone would notice. She smiled and nodded at Dr. Reid.

"I should give you free drinks more often." She chuckled biting the bottom of her lip. He nods and grabs the drinks a slight rose color to his face.

"I'll see you tomorrow Rica?" he asks and smiled

"Yes, same time, same place Dr."

The Doctor smile and began to rush out. His morning was now complete.