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I everyone, I am so excited about this fic. I have been a fan of Criminal Mind's since I was 10… I fell in love with Reid the first time I saw him (is that creepy?) Anyway this story has been dwelling in the back of my head for a while it's a sort of play off of Mosley Lane, Season 5 however the setting and crime are a little different, somewhere around Season 4.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think, I want to do this story right and I will welcome any comments from you guys and be inspired to change things if need be.

Selena POV:

Selena sighed heavily when she saw that the Luna Café was packed with people. The small shop was filled with a crowd obviously desperate to quench their caffeine addictions with a strong beverage before heading off to brave whatever occupation they undertook during the day. Knowing it would be a long wait Selena rested her 1950's vintage blue bike against the outside of the red bricked building and walked inside. Shedding her black fingerless gloves she waved to the owner, Bronwyn, before taking her usual seat beside the book shelf at the front of the window. From the small shoulder bag she carried she pulled an ancient looking book, turned a page and began to read silently. It was a collection of poems by Edger Allen Poe and she flicked to her favourite, Anna-bell Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

As she had predicted it took a good fifteen minutes for her usual order of two hot chocolates to arrive. Bronwyn smiled tiredly as she handed the two hot take away cups to Selena and watched bemusedly as the younger woman pulled the lids off and checked the order. They both rolled their eyes at each other as the strangely typical ritual drew to a close.

"Two hot chocolates to go; one with cream, two marshmallows and two stripes of choc flavouring, one with cream and a single swirl of caramel. " Bronwyn announced and Selena sighed.

"I just have to make sure." She said and stood, replacing the lids with great care. Carefully piling her book back into it's placed she silently cursed her OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, a psychological affliction of anxiety that compels the patient to perform certain repetitive acts in order to establish control of the world around them. She had know she had OCD since she was a child hen she formed neat, colour-coded lines of pencils during class and completely freaking out when another girl had bumped the table and caused them to shift 'out of place'. The OCD had developed into compulsive neatness and order, everything had its place, her time table never wavered and she compulsively checked and rechecked everything just to 'make sure'. Shaking her head she thanked Bronwyn.

"Who have you got this morning?" Bronwyn asked and Selena looked at her watch. It read 8:50am.

"Sarah, in ten minutes… have a good day Bronwyn. Say hi to Dale and Sammy for me." She said and Bronwyn grinned.

"I will, take care now Selena; there are bad people out there." She said this every time and Selena always nodded before heading away with her hot chocolates. Her bike was vintage, a 1950's model with a carry rack and all. Carefully Selena placed the drinks on the rack, pulled her gloves back on before climbing onto the bike. She made her way towards the local park, flicking a stray piece of dark brown hair out of her face as she rode in silence. When she arrived she parked her bike into its usual spot, three rows in from the right, and three rows from the left… directly in the middle. She scanned the area around her and spotted Sarah with her mother by their regular bench. She made her way over to them.

"Hello Mrs. Du Preez, hello Sarah. Are we ready for our session?" She asked and smiled happily as the 10 year old wrapped her arms around her waist and grinned up at her. She had been working with Sarah for nearly a month now and the little girl had made astonishing progress from the depressed child who had walked into her office for the first time.

"Selena, look I got an invitation to Molly's birthday party next weekend." The small blonde child said, her green eyes sparkling with joy as she handed the small slip of treasured paper over to Selena to read.

"Oh wow! This is great Sarah, have you picked out a present for her yet?" Selena asked as she nodded to Mrs. Du Preez. The thin, heavily made up woman smiled and walked over to another bench to wait for the session to end. Selena handed Sarah her hot chocolate and listened as the little girl rattled on about her week.

"Now, has anyone said something to you this week? Something that hurt?" Selena asked and Sarah nodded, sadly.

"One girl, she made fun of my scar… she said it was ugly." She said and her little face crumpled. Selena reached out and placed a thumb under her chin, forcing her green eyes to meet Selena's own blue ones.

"What have I said about this?" Selena asked and the little girl smiled.

"Always remember that I am beautiful, that I have friends who like me and I can always come to you if I need to." She repeated in a sing song voice.

"Cheeky." Selena said and the answering giggle surprised her. Sarah had come into Selena' office in the aftermath of a car crash that had killed her father and younger brother, the little girl hadn't been able to say a word due to her PTSD for nearly three weeks and her mother had decided it was high time for some help. Sarah had come in with acute PTSD, depression and borderline anxiety, driving in a car caused her to experience panic attacks and she was terrified of fire. The marks off flame that scared her little face bore solemn testimony to the accident and had left her with serious body issues that they were still working on. Now she was a happy, smiling 10 year old attended her first birthday party since the accident. Selena would later mark this case down as a success, a bright ray of light in an otherwise depressing job. After the hour was up Sarah went home with her mother and Selena prepared to leave, gathering her case journal, papers and stationary. Turning around she collided with a solid masculine form and the two went down with identical cries of shock. Her glasses fell from her face and the world went slightly blurry.

"Shit! The one day I don't wear contacts." She muttered and the other figure moved into her line of blurred sight. Her glasses were placed into her hands and she hurried to put them on.

"I'm s-so sorry, here I'll get these for y-you." A soft voice said and she blinked as the world came back into focus. Her breath caught in her throat as the man she had knocked down finally came into view. He was young, possibly 28, like herself. He was slim but tall and he had longish, light brown hair that surrounded a thing but very attractive face. His dark, brown eyes were surrounded by dark circles and the nervous, slightly autistic way he avoided most eye contact or touch spoke volumes about him. He was wearing black pants and a deep maroon shirt with a black vest; a black tie was also around his neck and he was shouldering a similar carrier bag like hers. She smiled at the flash of lime green socks he wore under his pant hem.

"No, please forgive me it was my fault; I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright?" Selena asked and he nodded. Carefully, Selena piled all her things back into their slots inside her carrier bag and felt his eyes burn into her. She felt him press her Edger Allen poems into her hand and they smiled at each other as she smoothed the cover gently.

"OCD." He said and she looked up startled.

"Is it that obvious?" She asked and he shrugged.

"It's my job to understand human behaviour. You also colour code your case notes. I noticed blue for neutral, red for negative and yellow for positive sessions; the way you pack your bag screams of obsessive organisation and you are wearing clothes that act on a fundamental line of symmetry." He said and she smiled. Standing up she realised he was indeed quite tall. She herself wasn't tiny, being around 5 ft, 9 but this guy was well over 6ft. She would have upset if anyone else had pointed these things out however she sensed in this man he was merely observing, not judging.

"Dr. Selena Jones." She said, holding out her hand.

"Dr. Spencer Reid." He answered and they shook hands.

"You're a psychologist too?" She asked and he nodded.

"I have three PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry and Engineering as well as BA's in Psychology and Sociology. I'm currently working on a BA in Philosophy." He said and Selena stared at him in shock.

Spencer POV:

As far as mornings went, this one had to be the worse. Spencer had awoken to the sound of his alarm, which he must have set at one point to wake him up at the pre-dawn hour of 4 o'clock in the morning. Knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep he had then spent the next three hours reading only to find that someone had ripped a page out of the library book, thus spoiling the rest of the novel. Breakfast had been a disaster with him forgetting about the toast in a pre-coffee state of comatose resulting in burned bread that he couldn't bother to try and stomach. Traffic was terrible as usual so by the time he got to the park all the chess sets were taken and he had to indulge in simply watching until someone finished. It would seem the day got worse from there. Today was the day everyone decided to crowd the park, he had been sitting there for three hours, trying to concentrate on the game before him but nothing was working so he simply left. Wandering aimlessly through the park he had come across a tall, dark haired woman. She was slim, tall, and dressed in jeans, black and white sleeved shirt, a vintage looking black waist coat and red earrings shaped into the shape of crescent moons. She hadn't seen him coming and it was too late to avoid her as she turned and the two of them had collided. Falling he had seen her glasses slip and caught them before they hit the cement. Her comment about contacts had made him smile; maybe he wasn't the only one having a bad day. Their conversation had gone smoothly enough until now. She had seemed very comfortable with him, even though he was profiling her OCD. She hadn't drawn away, looked at him like a freak or seemed at all uncomfortable with him around, unlike every other woman he had ever come across. Until now that is. After letting slip his doctorates her amazing blue eyes had flown wide and her whole posture had changed from relaxed to alert. Fantastic he had blown this too.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Morgan's always telling me not to." He muttered and prepared to leave, scratching the back of his neck with embarrassment.

"No, wait Spencer!" She called out and he stopped. It was strange to answer to Spencer, people always called him Reid or Dr. and by all accounts there were only two to three people in the world who called him by his first name. He turned slowly.

"Yes." He said and she smiled. Flicking a piece of her medium length hair out of her large blue eyes she walked up to him.

"That is incredible Spencer, I hope you realised just how much I would have loved to be blessed with the mental capacity to complete all of those myself. Unfortunately I only have the faculties for BA's in Psychology and Sociology." She said with a bashful smile. His eyes widened now.

"You don't mind?" He asked and she shook her head.

"Why should I mind, I'm a child psychiatrist who suffers from OCD, what right do I have to judge you or anyone else?" She asked and he looked down in embarrassment. Silence ensued, in the distance a child shrieked in delight as she played.

"What do you do for work Dr. Reid?" She asked and he jumped.

"I'm a profiler for the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit." He said and he grinned, then frowned.

"The BAU? It sounds… I can't say fun but definitely interesting." She said and he nodded.

"As with every job, mine has its own set of pro's and con's. Usually however…"

"The con's outweigh the pro's?" She finished and he was startled.

"Yes, you would understand I suppose." He said and she nodded. Looking at her watch instinctively she settled the strap of her bag over her shoulder and smiled up at him.

"I have a free half hour. Do you want to join me for a coffee?" She asked and his mind went haywire. Women didn't asked Spencer Reid out for drinks; that was Morgan's department. No, Dr. Spencer Reid never attracted female company, never flirted with them, never went out for drinks with them… until now. He looked up at Selena and her pretty face. It was heart shaped, framed by silky dark strands and overpowered by the two luminous blue orbs made brighter by the slim glasses she wore. Her face crumpled now, turning a bright shade of pink he found very attractive.

"I'm sorry, you probably have places to be… imagine just asking someone out of the blue for drinks…" She muttered and began to close up. Her entire attitude changed and she began to back away, much like he had.

"I would love to." He heard himself say and both froze. She looked up at him through her dark fringe.

"Really?" She asked and he nodded.

"Looks like we're both a little lost when it comes to these things." He said and she nodded, looking relieved. She fell into step beside him and the two made their way back over to the chess sets. Seating themselves onto a bench not far from them they began to talk. She was from Las Vegas, a fact that surprised them both when he told her his origins began in the same town. She had attended Yale, blushing at his mention of a safety school. She had two little sisters and told him a few anecdotes from when she was smaller. Their conversation moved to study and she listened carefully as he told of Caltech and the Academy. For the first time in almost three years he was able to discuss thesis psychology with someone who wasn't involved with his work. Selena turned out to be the talented debator.

"I disagree, your hypothesis is built on the grounds that childhood has anything to do with forming a serial killer." Selena said and Spencer looked at her aghast.

"What's your hypothesis then?" He asked and she shrugged.

"Small. I think it's caused by an event, a trigger of significant impact to a child's brain and subconscious that causes typical emotions such as guilt to be blocked by a mental barrier." She said and he scoffed.

"Your proof?" He demanded and she smiled.

"It's a hypothesis Spencer not a theory, if I had proof I would bring it forward. All I'm going on is the cases that I work; I can't do anymore than that." She said and he was glad she didn't take offense or back down simply because he had an eidetic memory. He told her so.

"An eidetic memory, what I would've have given for one of those in high school." She sighed then her brow furrowed. She wiped her glasses and replaced them.

"Although it would have made life easier in some aspects I wouldn't want one." She said and he quirked a brow.

"With the jobs we have, sometimes total visual recall can be a curse rather than a blessing." She said and he felt relieved that someone else actually understood. He divided the world into two kinds of people, those who were intimidated by his brain and reacted like he was a different species and those who knew and accepted him. There was a third kind, extremely rare and apart from Gideon she was the only one who filled the category, a person who understood his affliction and sympathized his inability to forget. They sat in silence. She checked her watch and a small scream escaped her lips.

"I'm sorry Spencer but I have to go. She said and began to walk away. Looking at his own he saw that it was 10:31am, her OCD wouldn't usually allow this to happen but he ran after her and caught up to her.

"Selena wait!" He called and she froze, her entire body stiff. He could see her inner struggle to remain where she was and grimaced.

"Can have your number? I have really enjoyed talking to you and… oh, I don't know…" He trailed off. He looked up and saw she was already pulling out a pen.

"Here." She said and wrote the sequence down on his palm. Giving the pen to him she held out her own. He wrote his own number down before returning the pen.

"Now I really have to go, thanks Spencer… please call soon." She said and disappeared into the crowd. Spencer stared down at his hand in shock, making sure this morning had really happened. Feeling in a much better mood than when he first arrived he smiled as he unlocked his car. His phone rang, looking at the ID he saw it was JJ.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Spence, come in we've got another one… it's a local. She said and he nodded.

"Be there in ten." He said and she paused.

"You sound… happy Spence, did something happen?" She asked and he smiled as he pulled out of the car park.

"Yeah, but it can wait. See you JJ." He said and hung up. Reality hit him like a truck and his euphoric mood suddenly left him as his mind began to focus on the upcoming case.

Selena POV:

Selena hated being late, almost as much as she hated chaotic messes. She had been five minutes late to her next appointment, a visit to a house to see a five year old foster child settle in to his new home. This had left her in a state of panic that refused to lift, however through the anxious fog she realised that this might be a good excerise for her. After 28 years of OCD maybe it was time to curb its hold on her? Five minutes late throughout the rest of the day left her feeling rather unhinged but she was surprised to find it didn't kill her. Her final appointment ended at 5:05pm and she cycled home, relieved that the day was over. She crested the hill that led down into her street and began to slide down it at a steadily increasing rate. The wind pushed her dark hair back and she let out a small shriek of excitement. Suddenly her tire hit something and she flew over the handlebars and onto the road with a sickening thud. She felt the wind leave her lungs and her head rang from where it had hit the cement. She groaned and struggled to rise.

"Are you alright?" A deep masculine voice called out and a hand gasped her gently by the upper arm and helped her to rise. Her glasses were, thankfully, unbroken and she turned to thank her rescuer who was a young man with dark blonde hair, tanned skin and a crooked smile.

"You hit the ground rather hard, are you alright?" He asked and she nodded slowly.

"What's your name?" He asked and she cleared her throat. A warm trickle ran down the side of her face and she pressed two fingers to her temple. They came away wet and crimson stained.

"Shit, I'll get you to a hospital…" He trailed off and she licked her dry lips, still focused on the blood.

"Selena, my name is Selena." She said and the man smiled.

"Alright Selena, you will do very nicely." He said and Selena looked at him in confusion before a heavy object slammed into the side of her head and the world faded into black.

Dun dun duh! Here we go, please review and tell me what you like and what you don't like.