Authors Note: This is not totally my fanfic It is passed off of an role play on a rp site. There are a lot of new characters added that are not from the show, and most of them I have no created, only Kate is mine. The rest are made by other, who I have asked and gotten permission to use in my story. I am also using dialogue and actions straight from their rp posts that I did not write.

Also because of school and the process I use to create this fic in which I need to pull from things already written it takes a long time to write a chapter, so please be patent with me. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor some of the other characters in this story.

Chapter 1

Strange Reality

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." said Maya Angelou

The college class room was filled to the rim =with people. All of them there to see the FBI. Some aspired to be agents, other just thought it would be cool to see what they actually looked like. But far their thought of what the agents would be like was totally off what they had thought for the two presenters were some of the weaker and more nerdy aspects of the bureau. SSA Dr Spencer Reid and technical analyst Krys Robin.

Krys never seemed to have a moment to herself, Counter Terrorism made sure of that. When she wasn't working on computer stuff for them they also had her visiting colleges with other members from various FBI agencies doing little speeches which Krys hated. She could barely talk to people (as they seemed to be afraid of her personality) let alone an entire college again, she always kept the classes entertained proving to be one of the more expressive and exuberant lecturers. She often resorted to darting back and forth, gesturing with her hands, and using language that the 'kids' could actually appreciate and enjoy without getting bored out of their minds. It also didn't hurt that she was ridiculously intelligent when it came to her line of work: Mainly computers.

Like wise Reid always hated having to go to schools and talk about the wonderful program of the FBI. He hated talking in front of a punch of cops, so why would be feel better talking to a punch of college students. Students that were quick to make judgments on people and then make fun of them behind their backs. It was high school and college all over again! Reid couldn't imagine that he was doing any good to recruiting kids to the FBI. They now, most likely, thought the FBI was full of nerdy dorks like him. People kept telling him it was because he was closer to their age, but never in his life he had never been close to anyone his age. Not with the age he got through school. If anything he related to forty year olds much better then twenty year olds like himself.

Finally the long day ended and the students were leaving the classroom to go god knows where. Krys hung back a bit, try to avoid the large crowd of students, walking along the side of the wall before she stopped to watch people pass. God, some of these kids were around her age, why couldn't she at least say hi? Oh yeah, because though she was talkative and loved people they never seemed to like her (unless she worked with them).

Egger to get out of there after a long day of humiliating himself Spencer was ready to get out of there as fast as he could. However he was stuck pack up his various things as the other presenter awkwardly moved to the pack of the room before slipping out into the hallway.

Once in the hall Krys knelt down to tie her converse sneaker. The old, worn barely white laces slipping through her fingers as she made the knot, caught up in her own mind for a moment as she stood in the hallway until she heard the murmur of voices and a laugh. Blinking with confusion she dared to look up from where she was kneeling just in time to see two students (obviously not from the class where she had given a lecture because she would have remembered them), pointing and snickering, obviously about her. Of course she had no idea exactly why, though she knew all of the options. She wasn't a stereotypical girly girl and she didn't wear designer clothes, she was short and kind of pale, and she just looked like an oddball. No doubt with her visitors pass pinned on her shirt she looked like a complete her eyes as the two troublemakers passed she abruptly reached up and snagged the ID right off of her person before scrunching it in her fist and shoving it into her jeans pocket. Day by day she was learning what society dubbed as 'cool' and what made her look like an even bigger loser... If that was even possible.

Even more frustrated then before Reid exited the classroom only to see Krys, being harassed by some kids. Suddenly the agent instinct in him was awoken and he half ran to the scene. "Hey, leave her alone!" He ordered, even though it only prompted more laugher from the kids. It never stopped to amaze Reid how rude college kids could be. Maybe they would be more respectful if they had known they were FBI agents.

In hearing this yell Krys looked up from where she was still kneeling. Her right hand was still in her jeans pocket where she was currently stuffing her ID and it seemed to freeze there a minute as she watched a fellow presenter try to play hero. Then again, this man didn't look all that heroic. He had semi-long hair and was rather skinny, Krys was fairly certain if any of the young men attempted to push him he'd topple right over. Still, the effort on his part was brave and valiant and she took note of that.

She thought back about thirty minutes and slightly recalled his presentation and seemed even more awkward than she had. While she was more exuberant he seemed fairly unhappy to be there, had attempted to tell a particularly awful science joke, and then just rattled of facts. Thirty minutes ago Krys had almost felt bad for him but now, just half an hour later, she was actually course the young men just laughed, and Krys found herself shooting a warning glare as she rose to her feet, hands on her hips, trying her damnedest to be intimidating. This only prompted further laughter and a few 'oos' before they finally walked off, gossiping and chuckling the whole way. It wasn't until they were out of sight down the hallway that she turned to look at Spencer.

Reid could blame the students from laugh as Krys tried to be big a brave, she was so small and innocent looking with her brown hair and chocolate eyes. He wasn't sure if anyone could be afraid of her, but than again she could be like Garcia; looks nice and helpless but you never want to cross paths with her. That seemed to be the case for most computer "nerds".

Reid thought back to her presentation, something easily done, and remember that she was in counter terrorism normally stationed in New York by moved from city to city as needed, working with computers. That was about the jest of what she said about her job. The rest was odd comments and phrases in a language Reid couldn't quite understand.

"Thanks." She offered in a quiet voice, feeling somewhat embarrassed that it had to come to the point that it had. But, like many emotions with Krys, it was fleeting. "For helping." She added on, shifting a bit where she stood wondering if he felt as out of place as she did. His exterior led her to believe that he did, he looked more nerdy than she did, but the way he had run to help her led her to believe that he was actually a brave soul, more so than she. He also, in his speech, mentioned fieldwork which meant he went head to head with criminals, Krys did it solely by phone and computer, therefore this young man bested her ten-fold.

"Your welcome..." Reid muttered, not even sure if he had spoken loud enough to be heard. He wondered if his actions had been taken the wrong way. What if she thought he was trying to be a macho man, even though he could never look like one.

Seeing the expression on Spencer's face still looking in the direction where the young students had walked off she gave a little smile and a soft laugh, trying to make the best of it. Did he think he had failed? Can't have that. "I mean, think on it this way, they're laughing but they're also walking away... Which means you won. Right?" She wasn't sure if that logic made any sense at all, but it did to her so she said it anyways. Who knows, maybe this would be the one time someone actually understood.

"They could be walking away because they don't think we're worth it. Meaning that they win...." he said not really thinking about how cynical he sounded. "Anyway they still can make fun of me, so what did I win?" All in all her logic did make sense, but some how Reid's haunted past wouldn't let him admit that he might have won. You never win when it comes to bullies. Not even when you tell a teacher and get them expelled. That only causes more problems in the end.

Krys' brow rose in question mixed in with a little smile. "You're not a very positive kind of guy, are you?" Of course the question was rhetorical even though she was very interested as to the nature of this Spencer Reid. It wasn't every day someone tried to play hero, or that she met someone around her own age that didn't seem totally disgusted by her existence. Then again, he didn't seem very happy about her either but Krys couldn't tell. There was a reason she dealt with computers most of the time and not with a bit awkward now, Reid looked down at Krys. "Are you okay?" He asked sheepishly not knowing what to say after that comment. He really didn't want to strike up a conversation, but be knew that he couldn't just walk away at that point."Yeah." She gave a bit of a nod pushing a few strands of light brown hair that her hair-tie couldn't contain behind her ear. "Emotionally, physically, mentally at a hundred percent. Can't ask for anything more." There was that odd sense of humor again. One that Reid did quite understand. She gave him a half smile but it was entirely genuine and had that quirky little quality that only Krys could possess. She was on oddball, but at least she was a genuine one.

"Thank you very much..." Her eyes squinted a bit as she leaned forward to look at his ID tag that he was still wearing. "Agent Reid." Going back on the balls of her feet her brown eyes suddenly widened with recollection. "Hey, I know that name." Krys' mind worked much like a computer, like her life, and already she was pumping out the various matches and results. "Spencer Reid right?" She blinked excitedly before she was able to process that she probably sounded like a weirdo and was quick to cover for herself."Don't worry, I'm not a creeper or anything. I met a coworker of yours the other day... Garcia." Now she looked down and realized that she was doing what she always did and was increasingly stepping closer to him so they were almost toe to toe. By this time Reid was nearly toppled backward trying to keep his bubble. It wasn't anything personal, he just never liked to be touched by others, especially ones that showed a few signs of mental illness.

This always seemed to happened when she was wrapped up in telling a story or when she met knew people, so warily she took a simple step back so to give him his personal space. Trying not to seem to bothered by her Reid took the chance to move a little closer to the wall and away from her."Am I right or totally wrong? Because if that's the case you're probably regretting sticking up for me earlier, which is still appreciated because that was pretty awesome back there.." She was rambling again and she knew it, a bit of a nervous laugh she subconsciously decided to no longer chug AMP Energy drink during her lectures.

Leaning against the wall he finally answer. "Yeah, I work with Garcia." He said. There seemed to be something about the way that Reid looked, that made it still seem like he wasn't to happy about the way that things had past. He felt like Krys was trying to hard to keep him from thinking of the failure.

He knew that he wasn't all that positive. But when you work in his field and had a childhood like his it wasn't that easy. When you are faced with death of the innocent every day it is hard to think that there can be much more to life than the bad. Yet some how Spencer was always able to pull himself from the abyss and smile on. Hiding any pain that he still felt. Even if it didn't seem like it now Reid was pretty good at hiding what he really felt, at least when it mattered. Working with a group of profilers did that to you, after all if you ever want to have an secrets you have to be able to keep the deep down bellow the surface when one wrong movement could bring them all into the open.

Krys couldn't help but notice his sadness. In a second her brain was already moving a mile a minute, the wheels were turning trying to figure out a way to make it better. Immediately she bent down to reach into her messenger bag. After a moment or two of digging she fished out the top of her laptop bag which was practically covered in pins, barcode stickers, and really anything else from everywhere that she had her right hand she carefully ripped off a very small star sticker, like the kind little kids received for doing a good job on their spelling exams. Moving back to stand on her converse clad feet she reached right out toward Spencer, though not in a threatening or quick manner so not to frighten him, and gently pressed the blue star on the bottom end of his ID (and Spencer was nearly up against the wall so it wasn't exactly like he could run off).

"There." She announced with a bit of a smile, finally taking a step back when she realized he was trying to get away from her. Was she really so desperate to talk to someone that she would stop at no costs? Suddenly she felt pretty guilty, but hid it fairly well giving a half hearted, quiet little laugh accompanied by a shrug of the shoulders.

Reid blushed. It was grade school all over again. The only thing he could really think of was that he already got made fun of enough by his looks, and now he had a little blue sticker to add to that. Yet he knew that he wasn't going to be able to pull the sticker off, that would be like betraying her, and he couldn't do that. "Thank you." He mumbled under his breath and tried to smile a little. "It's very nice."

Once again Krys' brow quirked, pretty comedicly, as if she had noticed something in an I-SPY book that every other person had missed. "You're not a very good liar Agent Reid. I see that's one of the BA's you managed to not get." She was only teasing, which Reid knew, there was nothing offensive or defensive in her tone. Krys could just be blunt at times and she rarely ever took anything personally.

This could be because when she was little, when she was hit, she always blamed herself. Every single night she'd sit on the roof of her porch taking in the air, her arms wrapped around her legs as she cried, and she constantly blamed herself. Then one day, when she was around thirteen, completely out of the blue that changed (or at least she made herself believe that). Not everything in the world could be her fault because occasionally, she did very good deeds, and God couldn't possibly be vindictive enough to harm someone who tried to do good. How someone who had been through what she had believed in some sort of higher power was beyond some intelligent folk's comprehension, then again Krys Robin was not a person easily understood.

"Don't worry. You can peel it off once you get around that corner." She said after an awkward pause. She pointed with her right arm before shoving her hands into her pockets to keep herself from doing anymore damage. "I'll never know." She added as an afterthought, still trying to get a smile from the young man who seemed defiant and probably just wanted to escape.

"Your speech was..." She tried to change the subject. But upon further inspection of Spencer's posturing she cut herself short. She may have not been a profiler for a living but obvious body language wasn't something that totally escaped her comprehension. And so, she quieted down, swallowing her words and looking momentarily to the floor before briskly looking right back up apologetically. "I should let you go, huh?" It was another one of those rhetoricals and she suddenly felt so stupid for even trying. She gave off a quiet little laugh, trying to laugh it off but the weight felt heavy on her 5'3 frame.

Reid suddenly felt bad. He had been so mean to her for no reason. Anyway she was just a little women, nothing to be afraid of. He might as well talk to her a little longer. At least until she actually wanted to go. Spencer didn't know what to do, though. He had never been that good at small talk. So he just stood there watching her as she started to turn to go trying to figure something to say to make her as Krys tried to leave she found her feet glued to the spot. So she turned back around. "I really do appreciate you..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to form the words. "You know.. Back there.." She put up her fists in a mock fight position so to do the talking that her lips could not. Now swallowing that down she turned to leave again, only to turn back around with a quickness as though she had forgotten something. "My name's Krys by the way. Krys Robin." A hint of a smile. "Like the storybook but different."

Reid smiled, a true smile this time, because he knew her name. He remembered it from her speech. "You know..." He said shyly, "I don't know... I mean about your name and the storybook?" It was odd to him that he could remember any and everything and yet he didn't know about children's books. There were about the only thing he didn't read. By the time most kids were reading those he was reading Shakespeare.

In seeing Spencer actually smile Krys straightened a bit in posture, her own version of a relieved smile crossing over her features. "Krys Robin." She stepped back toward him, but this time doing her best not to invade his personal space. "Like Winnie the Pooh?... You've never heard of Winnie the Pooh?" Reid shock his head no.

Her brown eyes widened slightly with disbelief and another smile, actually amused by this. "Big yellow bear with a red shirt. No pants. Carries around a honey pot everywhere he goes..." Her hands had slipped out of her pockets and had begun to gesture, a habit she had, along with being very expressive. "It was my mom's favorite children's book. My um... Parents wanted a boy and they had the name all picked out. Christopher Robin. Pooh's best friend... But then they got me." Her words hung in the air for a moment. She was trying not to think about the horrible memories of her childhood. It was a sad day when the only happy thing you had to share about your past was how you got your ridiculous name. "So I'm Krys Robin."She reached into her pocket, retrieving her ID and holding it out so he could see the different spelling. She had done this on instinct and soon realized this after her arm had been sticking out for a few long moments. "Kind of a boring story, huh?" And she moved to tuck the ID back into her pants pocket.

At Krys' words Reid became sad. Suddenly he understood so much more of Krys then she probably wanted him to know. With the few words she choose he knew that because her parents had wanted a boy, but ended up with a girl they never treated her with the carry she needed. With sad eyes he half smiled and said, "Its a good story. Not everyone knows why they have the name they do..." He thought he his own name then. A few times he had wanted to ask his mom why she named him Spencer, but even when she was in a lucid state of mind she could never get her story straight.

Out of things to say again Reid went to something he knew a lot about, Facts. "Did you know that the honey bear, or the sun bear doesn't really eat honey? At times he might eat a nest of bees but most of a bees hive is beeswax and Propolis. Then then there is a large number of eggs and larvae, leaving only a small amount of honey, much of which probably isn't even fully made yet. Bears in captivity have been known to eat honey, though." Reid knew that he was rambling on about something she didn't need, or even want, to know. He used his knowledge, though, as a shield, trying to hid the fact that he didn't know who this Winnie the Pooh character was.

Krys smiled a tiny bit, obviously amused by this bit of trivia, and furthermore, that she could actually contribute to it. "Aren't the black with white diamonds on their back?" She found herself blurting right out without even thinking, which was a character flaw and strength that she possessed. When she thought of something she had to say it, which is why she could never be a cop or be trusted with a weapon. She often acted on passion, on instinct, and some people who knew her loved her like the expression on Spencer's face of disbelief she suddenly swallowed, shrugging her shoulders sheepishly. "I used to watch Discovery Channel when I was a kid." That is, at midnight if it was raining when her abusive father was asleep, passed out in a drunken daze. All of their biological children fast asleep so they couldn't tattle on her and get her into more trouble.

Though she knew she should have stayed quiet, her old impulsiveness would not allow a random fact to slip by. "Did you know that bears in zoos get fed popsicles? I'm not kidding." Her cheeks turned red in color from the excitement of being able to talk without being glared at, pushed down, or thought as totally weird and unworthy of recognition. "You can put fish and berries into this BIG bucket of water, then they freeze it, and then they dump it into the enclosures. Instant popsicle!" Looking up she blinked and shifted a bit on her converse clad feet. "Well not instant, it takes overnight, just like any other popsicle..." Her voice trailed off in a murmur. Why did she always have to ramble on when really no one ever cared about what meaningless facts she had memorized, or what she had to say. It was pointless. She should have known better by now.

"Winnie the Pooh sticks to honey pots though..." She added as an afterthought, quite aware of the fact that she was jumping from topic to topic and this young man was probably sick of it. "He was also yellow... and a stuffed animal."

There was a short pause before he added. "You don't have to go... we could go and get something to eat... its around diner time after all." He paused another moment before adding. "That is if you want to..."

This comment caused her to halt the answer she was about to utter. Was he asking her because he felt bad? She didn't want that So instead, she adjusted her answer just a little bit."I already ate actually." She found herself speaking up, which was a major lie but she didn't want anyone to hang around her just because they felt bad. She could take care of herself. Reid's eyes fell to the floor, oddly saddened by her answer. "You know, for an intelligent guy you're pretty indecisive Spencer Reid." She teased with a little smile all her own. Then again, thinking on it, when this young man had smiled she did rather enjoy it... "But... I do know somewhere we can go.. If you're up to it."Arms crossed over her chest now and she once again tilted her head at him. "Ever been to an arcade?" Now her head tilted to the other side, a hint of a little smirk brewing. "Multiple BA owners like yourself DO have fun, don't they?" She wasn't being too forceful about the idea, but she did secretly hope he would join her. The thought of this scholar playing videogames was promising to be pretty entertaining. "You know.. Videogames. Loud, obnoxious kids...Nachos and cheese... Pretzels.. Probably god awful for you but still it's relatively comforting."

An arcade! Reid's eyes widened and he looked around uncomfortably. "Um.. Well..." Spencer mumbled. Spencer's look of panic only seemed to fuel her more because by now she was practically radiating. "Aw come on! It's just down the street. You don't even have to waste the gas money.. I have quarters." She encouraged, resisting all urge to just yank him away from the hallway wall and throw him out the window toward the location in her excitement.

"I mean I really never have got to one... and well..." He knew that he was just being a stick in the mud now. There was no good reason why he couldn't go. He was just afraid to do something new. Something that he connected with his childhood. He had always wanted to go and play games, but he was always to busy taking care of his mother or staying away from other people, to do it.

"You've never been to an arcade?" Her voice was lathered with disbelief and her brown eyes even widened. "Well now you don't have a choice, you definitely have to go. How have you never been to an arcade?" She laughed, finding joy in this (though not in a cruel way). Truth be told she was just excited to have a PacMan partner.

Some of the games did look fun and it might be nice to finally get to do it. To relive some of his childhood in a happier manner. "Well... I guess I could... For a little while at least..." He muttered starting to regret it already.

"Awesome!" Yeah, Krys was hip with the cool kid lingo... From the seventies. Without thinking she boldly reached out to take Spencer's hand but stopped herself short. Catching her mistake, treating him like she had known him for ages, she slowly retracted back giving an apologetic look. "Well.. Come on!" And with that she was on her way. Spencer was frozen in his spot for a moment, a little dumbfound by what just happened. A couple moments later he found himself chasing after the odd woman who only minutes before he had thought was completely insane.