In Washington D.C. there's a little bookshop tucked away in a corner of the city. Not that many people were in there at a time, but that was probably why it was so attractive to those who did spend time there. The BAU was given President's day off, and Spencer Reid knew that he wanted to spend part of his day at this exact bookshop. A bell rang over the door when Spencer entered the bookshop, welcoming as it had done times before. The owner- an elderly old man- stuck his head out from the selves and smiled at the sight of the young man.

"Hello my boy," he greeted. "What brings you in today?"

"I haven't been here for a while," Spencer told the old man.

The man laughed. "You need to visit more often," he said. "I notice that you're walking with a limp."

"Long story," Spencer said not wanting to tell the man of his horrifying captivity. "Something happened on the job."

"You'll be well soon," the man declare. "One of the pleasures of being young. Tell me if there is anything that I can help you find."

"I will," Spencer said before unbundling himself and hanging up his coat. He went to the section where aging books by John Steinbeck rested in hopes of finding some new books to enjoy on the plane rides to and from the different cases. He could read a large book in ten minutes, but he absolutly enjoyed reading a book slowly so he could absorb all of the details.

Spencer was never a graceful child, so it didn't surprise him when he knocked several books out of place. He tried to catch them all, but several landed with a thud onto the floor. "Do you need any help?" a soft voice asked.

He looked up to see a young woman with soft brown hair and oval earth-color eyes looking at him from the end of the book case. "I-" She picked up the remaining books. "Thanks."

"You're into John Steinbeck?" she asked as she read the title of one of the books.

"Yeah, he's one of my favorites," Reid said.

"I read The Pearl a couple of weeks ago," she said. "The book is really great, but the movie…"

Reid laughed. "That bad?"

"I couldn't get through ten minutes," she said. "I'm Abigal Carson by the way."
"Spencer Reid," he said as she shook her hand. "So-what other types of books do you like?"

"All kinds," she said. "History, science, fantasy, science fiction, mythology… I don't think that I could name them all."

He smiled and started told her, "I couldn't either. Almost any book is a good book."

"People don't get that," Abigal said. "When I was in collage, no one ever understood why I read just for the fun of it."
"Collage? Have you already graduated?"

"Several years ago," she said.

"How old are you?"

"Ninteen," she said.

He smiled. "So you graduated early?"

"Yes," she said plainly.

"Did I mention that I have three Ph.D.s?" he asked with a smile.

"Did I mention that I have one too?"

"What to go for coffee?"

"I'd love to."

to be continued