There's no better cure for school stress and writer's block than starting an entire new story!...Right? Please keep reviews and comments nice as I recognize how extremely cheesy this is!

((For those of you who are fans of Chardonnay, I promise it's still in progress!))

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CHAPTER ONE

[REID]

Gray. Dull. Emotionless. Often associated with depression, or complete lack of creativity. I had never been impressed by the color gray. Until her.

I saw a future in her eyes; the intense gray had captured me in a way only a good book has done before. Glimpses of a life flashed before me and changed the way I saw the color gray for quite possibly the rest of my life.

In her eyes, I saw power and intelligence, like the tinge in the pages of old books. I saw ashes dance around a crackling fire, providing warmth and light on a cold night. I saw clouds on a storm day and heard the soft sounds of rainfall as they lulled my anxieties.

And yet, I didn't even know her name.

I was late to work. I had trouble focusing. And all because a mysterious stranger and tripped on her way out of the coffee shop and spilled her drink on me.

I was stunned at first. Partly due to the extreme heat my chest was suddenly exposed to, and partly due to her. I'd never been one to focus on outward appearances of a female. And it wasn't even just her striking features, but the intelligence and wisdom in her eyes. She had the look of a scholar and the elegance of a well-educated woman.

But D.C. is a large city and the odds of seeing her again were one in… well, I didn't care. The odds were impossible and that's all I needed. But still, I couldn't shake the encounter any more than I could erase her eyes or her smile from my mind's eye.

"Oh, my God, I am so sorry," she cried, her eyes wide with horror. I was frozen. Say something, Spencer. She quickly spun around-her chestnut hair floated elegantly around her as she did-frantically searching for napkins.

She smells like vanilla. And what book is she holding? Is my shirt wet? Right, she spilled coffee on me. God, Spencer, pull yourself together. You'd think you'd never seen a pretty girl before.

"I'll pay to get that dry-cleaned, I swear." She tried to clean the stain from my shirt, but I took the napkins from her. The sound of her voice brought me right out of my thoughts, as if every cell in my body knew that when she spoke, I needed to listen.

"I'm so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going. I'm such a mess." You're perfect. Clearly, I'd thrown all logic out the window.

"Don't worry about it," I smiled at her. Her features softened and she smiled back. My heart leapt to my throat and I quickly ducked my head to hid the blush. God, that smile.

Pull yourself together. Man up. Say something else, it's just a pretty girl.

"Well, see ya!" I blurted out as I ducked out the door and ran away. I scolded myself the entire walk to Quantico. If Morgan knew about this, he'd never let me live it down.

The BAU had no active cases, so the day was to be spent catching up on paperwork. I was already almost finished and I was grateful no lives were at stake during my embarrassingly distracted state.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was long finished with paperwork and was deep in studies of my own.

"Hey, kid, wanna go get lunch with us?" Morgan called to me on his way to the exit with JJ and Garcia.

"Did you know only an estimated 3% of the entire world's population has gray eyes?" the words spilled out of my mouth before I had the chance to stop myself. I was definitely off my "game," as Morgan would put it.

I was met with blank stares. I quickly muttered out an apology and grabbed my satchel to go join them.

We were almost to the elevators when Hotch stopped us.

"We have a case. It can't wait." In this line of work, we had to be ready to drop everything and go at any moment. People were dying and it was our job to put a stop to it.

As Garcia put pictures of the victims on the screen, I committed their faces to memory, filing them under "Important!" in my brain. And as I read through the details of the case, I shoved her face to the back of my mind.

But that's the thing about my memory. Once I see something, it's in my brain forever. Which meant no matter how hard I tried, I'd never be able to forget the face of the beautiful stranger who spilled coffee on me this morning.

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