This is my first story, so I'd appreciate positive AND negative feedback! (Nothing TOO harsh though!)
This story is mainly about Spencer Reid and one of my original characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, CBS does. I DO, however, own any original characters.
I hope you enjoy!
If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door." - Milton Berle
Spencer Reid walked into the dimly lit coffee shop. He couldn't remember why he was there. All he knew was that he had a huge migraine - it felt like he was literally banging his head against a wall. The sunglasses didn't seem to help either.
She looked up as she heard the loud ding of the overhead bell, indicating a new customer had just walked in. She didn't pay too much attention to him, she was completely immersed in her latest book, The Narrative of John Smith by Arthur Conan Doyle.
Spencer was sitting at the counter, impatiently waiting for his third cup of coffee. When the barista finally placed his styrofoam cup in front of him, he abruptly stood up, and ended up spilling his steaming hot coffee on the beautiful brunette's book.
She hadn't been paying attention. She had been trying to inconspicuously read her book, sip her tea, and look at the cute guy sitting next to her. She only managed to let out a loud gasp as the coffee spilled all over the book and table - grabbing the attention of a few couples nearby.
"I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention and I spilled my coffee. Did I mention I was really sorry?" Spencer exclaimed, his words jumbled together. "I can replace your book, if you want? I actually happen to love The Narrative of John Smith."
"It's alright. Really. My copy of the book was getting old anyway." She let out a breathy laugh. " ... Are you a cop?" She wondered aloud, glancing to the revolver on his belt.
"Well, actually, I'm a profiler for the BAU."
"BAU?" She asked sheepishly, ashamed she didn't know.
"It stands for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We technically work on catching serial killers all over the country. And did you know 67 percent of people don't know what the BAU stands for?" He answered.
"Are a genius or something?" She joked lightheartedly.
"I graduated high school at 12 with an eidetic memory, and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute. Yes, I am technically a genius."
"Wow, you don't meet one of those every day." She said.
They continued talking for another hour or two. She looked at her watch, wondering what the time was.
"Oh, shit! I'm late for work. I'm really sorry, ...?" Her voice trailed off at the end of the sentence, not knowing his name.
"My name's Reid. Oh, um, Spencer Reid. You can call me either one."
"Well, it was great meeting you Spencer. I'll see you later." She rushed out of the shop, and began walking briskly to her car at the end of the block.
She was about 10 feet away before he remembered he didn't know HER name.
"WAIT! I didn't catch your name?"
Already in her car, she screamed out of the window - "Avery! Well, Janelle Avery!"
And that's it! I know the plot isn't totally original, but I think I did a decent job. Don't forget to leave me feedback! Feel free to PM with any questions, concerns, or problems..
Until next time!
*** The Book Huntress ***