This is just a little one shot. If any interest I could make it into a fanfiction :-)

I'm obsessed with Matthew Gubler, so this time it is a Harry Potter & Criminal Minds Cross Over ft. Hermione/Spencer!

Hope you guys enjoy.

Hermione has had a long night. A new case about some Drug Dealer and Gang Rivalry. Nothing out of the ordinary but the team she was consulting for had her working all through the night. It was now 5 a.m. and she only now gathered all her things to leave the FBI building, heading down to her car. Patiently waiting for the lift to stop on her floor. Finally the doors opened and she hurried inside, looking forward to getting home and hitting her bed. Inside was only one person. A young guy with a badge on his belt. To Hermione he looked more like a young professor with the clothes he wore, but who was she to judge. He smiled awkwardly at her and cast his eyes back on the floor. Half way down the second building the lift stops abruptly, throwing Hermione back against the wall, clinging onto the railing.

The lights inside the small cabin flickered and it didn't move anymore. The guy tried the emergency button but no answer came from it. Her phone didn't have a signal as expected.

"Oh come on! Why?", she says out loud, banging the back of her head against the wall.

"Did you know that only 1 out of 100,000 elevator rides gets stuck?", the guys says all of a sudden, Hermione turning towards him raising her eyebrow challenging.

"And what exactly are you trying to tell me with this information?"

"Nothing really, I just thought, you know, you looked annoyed. I don't even know why I said anything", he mumbles to himself, casting his eyes back on the floor.

"Where did you get that fact from anyways?"

"I just remember and know things", he shrugs, still avoiding looking at her. Hermione decides that she doesn't know how long they will be stuck so she slides down on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"You're British?", he asks, following her example and sitting down against the opposite wall.

"I am. Yes."

"Did you know that British people all together drink 165 million cups of tea every day", he says again, this time making Hermione chuckle.

"Did you know that one out of every eight Americans have been employed by McDonald's at one point?", she asks back earning herself a raised eyebrow from the man.

"British people eat twice as many beans as anybody else in Europe."

"Medical errors are the 6th leading death in the US", Hermione says with a small smile.

"How do you know so many facts?"

"I read a lot and remember a lot of what I read", she shrugs.

"You're not an FBI Agent though? At least you don't have a badge", he points out.

"No I'm not, but let me guess. You are with the BAU?", she smirks as his ears turn a little red.

"I am, yes. I'm sorry. The profiling just comes through some times and I'm not very good with talking to strangers", he says under his breath.

"You're doing just fine right now."

"Thanks. So what brings you here?"

"I am a consultant for the FBI. Whenever they need me, they call me up and I come to help out on a case."

"What is your normal job then?"

"I work as a professor at the University."

"You look rather young to be a professor", he says, probably without thinking.

"I take that as a compliment. I am young to be a professor, I'm just good at what I do", she explains.

"What is your speciality?"

"I hold a PhD in Chemistry and Maths, as well as a MD in general medicine. I also hold a MS in Criminal Justice and a BA in Criminology and Law", she lists without hesitation.

"You- you. You're like me", he rushed out, looking at with wide eyes.

"I mean, like, not like me, but you're smart! I have a PhD in Chemistry, Maths and Engineering and BAs in Psychology and Sociology", he says excitedly.

"It would appear that we are both insanely smart, yet we are still stuck in a lift and it's almost 6 a.m. in the morning. I just want to go home", she sighs, banging her head back against the wall again.

"I'm sorry. They will realise soon that we are stuck here. I bet they are already working on something to get us out", he tries to comfort her, but her eyes stay closed.

"What's your name, by the way?", she asks after a while of silence.

"Spencer Reid", he smiles.

"Nice to meet you Spencer, I'm Hermione Granger", she returns with a small smile.

"I wish we would have met under different circumstances", he speaks and Hermione raises her eyebrow, knowing in what way he meant it, but only to tease him a little.

"I didn't mean it like that, not that I would mind, I just - you know what. Forget I said anything", he rambles, making her laugh in the process and in his opinion she is even more beautiful then.

"Don't worry Spencer, I know what you meant! And if we would have met under different circumstances it would have still been nice to meet you!"

"Really?", he asks surprised.

"Really", she replies when all of a sudden the lights come back on completely and the lift continues to move down. They both get off the floor, standing up and facing the doors of the lift, waiting to reach the level leading them to the car park.

The doors slide open and Hermione is greeted with a handful of people, looking anxious and then relieved, when they see Spencer.

"Reid!", they all say at the same time, making him blush even more. Both of them are frozen on the spot.

"We were worried when you didn't come down to meet us here, so we eventually got someone to come fix the elevator", a woman with blonde hair says to Spencer as he steps out.

"Well, it was a pleasure being stuck in the lift with you, Spencer. Never forget: It snowed in the Sahara desert for 30 minutes on the 18th of February 1979", Hermione says, turned to him with a wink, then pushed past his team and headed to her car, leaving a dumbstruck Spencer behind and a few confused team members.