Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Criminal Minds. I only own Amelia.

Amelia Hawley bounded her way through the small coffee shop, a smile on her face. She had a small stack of books in her hands that she was taking to the bookshelves in the corner, which were already overflowing with novels. She was proud of her coffee shop, which she proudly named "The Busy Bean Espresso Bar."

When she first bought the building, her parents were concerned that she would never be able to get it off the ground. The building was dumpy, she knew that when she bought it. But with a little TLC, and a lot of her money, she turned the place around. It was her pride and joy.

"Mornin' Amelia." One of the regulars said, making her stop in her tracks and grin.

"Good morning, Jason! Heading off to work?" She asked, and the man nodded.

"You know it. Had to stop by here first and get my coffee. I know I tell you this all the time, but this place has the best cup of joe around." He told her. Jason was a pediatrician at the local hospital, and he came in every morning before his shift to get coffee and talk to Amelia. She was a shock to the system like the coffee, with her unbridled energy so early in the morning.

"You tell me that every morning, but I still like hearing it. Thank you, Jason. Let me go see if they need any help behind the bar. You have a good day at work!" She told him, skipping behind the counter to help her barista.

"I'll take the orders, you make the drinks?" She suggested to the young blonde girl, who nodded in relief. The line was long that morning, and if two people were making the drinks, it would run much smoother.

"Good morning, welcome to The Busy Bean Espresso Bar. What can I get for you?" Amelia asked the young man, a smile on her face as she took in his appearance. He had messy brown hair and eyes that she couldn't look away from. They were brown around the pupil and green on the edges, which she thought was a nice contrast. He wore a patterned cardigan and had a satchel on his shoulder. He was handsome, very handsome.

"Can I just get a large black coffee?" He asked, and she grabbed a cup from the stack beside her. "Room for cream and sugar?" She asked, but he shook his head.

"That'll be $3.50, please. Name?" He handed her a five-dollar bill which she slipped into the register and handed him his change. "Reid. Spencer Reid." She wrote his name on the cup with a black Sharpie, her letters were exaggerated and curvy, he noticed, and she handed the cup to the blonde barista.

Spencer took his change and awkwardly dropped it into the tip jar on the counter, which caused Amelia to smile. "Thank you for that. Here's your coffee. Have a good day, Mr. Reid. Come back and see me sometime soon." She said, sliding the cup towards him on the counter. He brushed some of her brown hair behind his ear and took the cup, enjoying the warmth he could feel through the Styrofoam.

"Thanks." He said, giving her a slightly crooked smile, which she found cute. He stepped out of line with his coffee, taking a sip and jumping as it burned his tongue. Amelia glanced at him as he made his way out of the shop, and she really hoped that he would come back tomorrow. "Can I help you?" She asked the next customer.

Spencer Reid rode the metro to work that morning, like he did every morning. He was running slightly later than usual, and that's what made him stop at the Busy Bean Espresso Bar. It was close by and seemed promising, so he decided to get his daily cup of coffee from there. It was small and quaint inside, and the smell of coffee filled his nose and he inhaled deeply.

Even though the shop was busy, the line moved quickly. A small redheaded woman took over for the blonde teenage that was working the register, and his eyes scanned the menu to see if there was any food that peaked his interest. She greeted him with a wide grin that caught him off guard. Her blue eyes were bright and shining, and he felt awkward around someone as pretty as she was. She had to be around his age, too. He dropped his change in the tip jar, and took his coffee. "Come back and see me sometime." She had told him. Did she want him for his business? Or was it for a more personal reason?

When he made it to the BAU, his coffee had cooled significantly and no longer scalded his tongue while he drank it. He sat down at his desk and pulled his files out of his bag, opening them up to the spot he had left off at. He eyes quickly skimmed down the page as he sipped from his cup. "Busy Bean Espresso Bar. That's new." Derek Morgan said, leaning against the younger man's desk.

"I was running late this morning and stopped at the first place I saw." Spencer admitted, shrugging and feeling awkward as the attention was on him.

"Was the barista pretty?" Derek asked, holding back a chuckle as Spencer looked at him with surprise in his eyes.

"Wh-why would you ask that?" Reid asked, his cheeks growing warm. There's no way that Derek would've known how pretty the redheaded woman was unless he had seen her himself. He gestured towards the cup.

"The handwriting just caught my attention. It was obviously feminine, and I was just pulling your leg about her being pretty, but now that I know she is … did you get her name?" Reid didn't respond, and Derek shook his head. "That's a shame. She must be pretty if she's got your busy mind this occupied."

"Guys, we got a case. Let's go." Aaron Hotchner told the two, making Spencer grab his coffee cup and bag and make his way around Derek, who couldn't hold back a chuckle as his anxiety-ridden friend walked away quickly.

The rest of Amelia's day was busy, but she never lost her smile. After breakfast, the line had thinned out, but her work wasn't done. She bustled around nonstop, cleaning and talking to customers. She took pride in her business, and she would do anything to make sure that it met her and her customer's expectations. However, even as she tried to keep her mind busy, it kept drifting back to think of the handsome Spencer Reid that she had met that morning. He had an innocent look about him, and she thought it was endearing. She really hoped that he would come back the next morning.

When she opened shop the next morning, she was slightly excited. There was a chance that Spencer could come back and get coffee, and she promised herself that she would strike up a conversation with him. Heather, the young blonde barista, walked in, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. "Morning Heather! Make a sugary drink to help get you through the day." She told the young girl, making her smile.

Amelia had her red hair piled into a messy bun on the top of her head, and she wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with "The Busy Bean Espresso Bar," written across it in her fancy cursive writing. Heather wore the same outfit, just with an apron tied around her waist. She was leaning against the counter, sipping on an iced coffee. The customers began trickling in, and Amelia stayed at the register. She opened at 6 in the morning with one barista, and another came in at 7. She smiled at her customers and helped them like always, but she searched for that one familiar face.

Jason arrive at his usual time, leaning against the counter with a grin as he talked to the young redheaded woman. Heather's eyes kept flickering in his direction, taking in his handsome appearance. Amelia didn't seem affected, however. Instead of telling Heather his order, Amelia filled his cup up with steaming hot coffee and handed it to him. "Don't worry about it." She told him as he offered her the five-dollar bill.

"Amelia, take the money." He said, slapping it on the counter playfully. When she crossed her arms and stood her ground, he grabbed it and dropped it into the tip jar. "You're so stubborn." He told her, and Amelia laughed.

"That's why you love me. Have a good day at work, Jason. Go save some lives!" He gave her a soft smile, his eyes twinkling as he left the coffee shop. She moved on to the next customer, but Heather slid over to her boss.

"He's so handsome, and he obviously likes you! Why don't you go for it?" The young blonde said, nudging Amelia with her elbow.

"He's not my type. Can I help you?" She smiled at the next customer, and Heather sighed.

"This conversation is not over." She threatened, pointing her finger at Amelia, who laughed and handed her a cup. After Jessica showed up for her shift, Amelia abandoned the register to clean up the bar a little bit. Sugar packets were in the floor, creamer was spilled on the marble counter, and stirrers were spread out everywhere. She didn't mind the mess though, a mess just meant that she had business.

She was wiping the counter with a rag when she caught herself thinking about Spencer again, and she couldn't help but feel disappointed that he hadn't shown up that morning. Amelia frowned at the counter, but she knew that she shouldn't be so upset. She had met him once, why would he come back and see her? He was there for coffee, that was it, not to meet girls. He probably had girls fawning over him all the time, why should she be any different?

Three days after her original meeting with Spencer, she had given up hope. He had stopped in just by chance, and that was all she could ask for. She had stopped looking at the door hopefully every time the little bell rang. "Hey Amelia?" Jessica called for her, and she looked up. "Someone's asking for you." The smile was evident in her voice, and when Amelia walked out from the back of the shop, a grin spread across her face.

"Spencer."

A/N: And that's chapter one! I know I've been bouncing around with my stories lately, but I'm having trouble focusing on finishing some of them. I plan on continuing the majority of them, but nursing school is kicking my butt right now and it's hard to sit and write. But, I love Spencer Reid, so I thought I should give this a shot! Let me know what you think, please drop a review so I know where to take this! Thanks guys!