Life was going average. Or, well, what was considered average in Spencer's life.

Spencer Reid wasn't a ladies man. He was so socially awkward, he wouldn't know what to say.

Life was okay, without a significant other. That's why when he saw a pretty girl at the subway, that he desperately wanted an excuse to talk to, he only shrugged it off. He wasn't the type that woman fell hard for anyway. But he kept staring at her. She was short, around 5"3', with long chocolate hair. She glanced at him once, and her eyes were a dark blue. She was holding onto a few text books, anatomy, biology, and health. She had to be a student by the look of it, probably studying to be a nurse. But he looked away when their eyes met, not able to take in her appearance more.

He sat down his satchel as he paid for to renew his metro card. All he felt like doing was getting home, getting undressed, and crawling into his bed. He thanked the lady behind the counter and turned on his heel, walking toward the subway. People were lining up to get on, and Spencer followed suit. He was startled to feel something tapping his shoulder. When he turned, it was almost like a movie, the girl from earlier standing before him.

"You left this, on the desk over there." she said. She was holding his satchel. He never left things, or forgot them. Never. He was so flustered he only stared at her. "Sir?" she cocked her head to the side and great, now she thought he was crazy, or incapable of speech.

"Yeah, sorry." he took it from her outstretched smiled awkwardly. Spencer heard the doors open and people going around them to get on. "Thank you, so much."

"No problem." she said, looking away from his eyes. Neither of them said anything for a moment and the girl gave a small laugh. "Well, goodbye then." she said.

"Yeah, bye." Spencer sputtered. She stepped around him. A touch of adrenaline suddenly hit him and he turned around, following her on. "I'm Spencer, by the way." He winced out how lame he sounded. He stepped on the subway next to her.

But she turned around and smiled. "Charlotte."

It was worth getting on the wrong subway.

That was six months ago. Things with Charlotte kind of just happened. She had a way to twist words into comforting comments to cause him to open up. She was stubborn, and frustrating and the two frequently found something to argue on. She was beautiful in all ways. She had this way of simplifying the big questions, she was carefree, and blunt about everything. Charlotte was the person he always wanted to be. She had a mind of her own, and marched to the beat of her own drum. Once she wanted something, she was driven and whenever Spencer tried to tell her the realistic improbabilities of what she wanted, she would simply dismiss them.

While she was the person to cross a bridge once she got to it, Spencer was one to want to metaphorically plot out how to cross said bridge in advance. He managed to make her some what more logical while she some what made him start seeing the love in everyone. She was the sunshine when he came home from his dark job.

Spencer, months later, was in his bed reflecting on his luck. However this night the bed was even smaller now that he was sharing it for the first time with a girl. His girl, which is something he had never been able to say. Charlotte was on her side, sleeping. One of his arms were under her head, and the other wrapped around her waist.

He wish he could sleep, but it was impossible while he stared at her bare back and shoulders. His fingers softly trailed her soft, milky skin. Spencer sighed contently and kissed her shoulder. She murmured, beginning to stir. She apparently not as asleep as he thought. "Are you still up?" she asked, her voice drowsy. In response, Spencer kissed her neck, then shoulder, causing her to laugh. She turned to roll over, and Spencer moved his arms so she could situate herself against him, her head on his shoulder and curled up into him.

He held her tightly, not wanting to let go, pressing a chaste kiss her to her temple. She moved her head to look up at him, and Spencer laughed when their eyes met. He was so high on her, he couldn't help it, he was so happy. "God, why must all men be so giddy afterwards?" she teased lightly.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "How many men have you slept with to know that?" he leaned down to kiss her on the lips. This was the best part, kissing her whenever he felt like it. It took him a while to feel comfortable enough to grab her to kiss her.

"More men then I have fingers." she joked, smirking. She kissed his jaw, fingers trailing his skin and leaving a path of fire. It was over quickly, Spencer's first time. He was embarrassed and awkward at first, but she made him feel better, like she always did. "I love you Spencer."

"I love you too Charlie."

Spencer looked out the window, it was winters first snowfall.

After that night, Charlotte was always there; when he woke up, when he went to bed. When got back from a case, she was there on the couch waiting for him. With her, life wasn't facts and statistics, the darkness of cases haunted his mind less. He was able to talk comfortably and carefree, about all of the little things. She would kiss him and fill him with love.

And then she was gone.

It was a day were he came back from Seattle, back from a particularly grueling case. He felt it as soon as he walked in his apartment. She wasn't there on the couch, waiting for him. He sat down his go bag, looking around. "Spencer?" He followed the voice into the kitchen. Charlotte was sitting down at the table. It was a small table, and the chairs didn't match. He bought the second one when Charlotte came around.

She had on tight dark jeans and a tight dark hoodie. She looked like a mess, not put together. Her hair was up sloppily, eyes red and puffy. "What's going on Charlie?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. "Are you okay?" she looked like a wreck, and Spencer had never once seen her look so vulnerable.

She looked down to her hands and started fiddling with them. "Sit, please." he did so, confused. She took his hands into hers, staring at him with those beautiful blue eyes. "I'm leaving, Spencer."

He raised an eyebrow, confused. Oblivious. "Leaving? Where?"

"Leaving you, Spencer." she croaked, looking away. Her eyes landed on the counter, and he followed her gaze. Their was a large duffel bag. "I couldn't leave while you were away, I couldn't do that to you, it wouldn't be right."

"I don't understand." Spencer admitted, his stomach dropping. What was going on? He couldn't believe what she was saying. They were fine when he left. He felt numb. "Why are you leaving me? What did I do...?"

She looked him in the eye again. "You didn't do a thing, Spencer. I swear to God, I care about you so much." she sounded sincere, Spencer almost believed her. "I don't want to go..." she trailed off quietly. She let go of his hands and stood up, the chair squeaking the only noise in the room as the heavy silence filled it.

"Then don't leave." Spencer said finally. He felt helpless and desperate. All he could think was, please don't leave me, stay, don't go, I am in love with you, I can't handle you leaving, I can't make it without you... He wanted to beg her, tell her he didn't know how he could do this cruel thing called life without her.

"I have to." she croaked, tears falling freely from her eyes. and she was shivering. Spencer stood up, the realization hitting him like a train. He was losing her. "Charlotte, please don't go. I don't understand..." he said, using her full name for the first time in a long time.

"I can't change my mind." she sobbed, pulling the duffel bag strap over her head. "I'm sorry." she almost reached out, like she wanted to hug him. She resisted, walking quickly around him and out the door.

She was gone.

Spencer broke down. He tried to call her, but her number was disconnected. She moved out of her apartment. He fell apart at losing her, not knowing why. He chalked it up to just not being good enough. Why would anyone want Spencer Reid?

The rest of his team watched him fall apart. During cases, he would go numb and turned into a robot. He was 100% there mentally, but when a case was done and they got on the plane home, he would shut down. All they could do was watch, he refused to respond to any questions.

They had no idea how much it killed him to wake up without her, or the guilt he felt whenever he slipped up and laughed, like he wasn't allowed to laugh at things yet. Life didn't make as much sense since she was gone. But weeks turn to months, months turn into a year or two, and he starts to move one.

Twenty-seven months later, Spencer is at the office on a Thursday night. By now he didn't think about her all the time, he could sometimes go a whole day without thinking about her, until he got into he bed to lie down for the night. They had just got back from a case. He was working on paperwork when his phone started buzzing. It was weird, because the only people that called him were all in the same room as him at that moment, and when he saw the unknown number, he panicked, hoping his mother was okay. "Spencer Reid."

"Hey, it's me." he froze, his heart dropping into his stomach. "Charlotte Reynolds? I don't know if you remember- well of course you do, eidetic memory and all..." she sighed, sounding annoyed. "Never mind. Hey."

"Hey." he breathed, unsure of what to say. What was he supposed to say to the woman he thought he would never talk to again?

"I know this is out of the blue, and you hate me, but I need to talk to you. Its important. Are you busy right now?"

What would anyone do? He knew he loved her, and once he thought he was getting over her, he realized as soon as he heard her voice he knew he wanted to see her. He needed closure if anything, and answers. "Where do you want to meet?"

Spencer got into the car, his heart beating, face sweating. He didn't know what to suspect.

He had seen all the movies, he knew how it worked; you meet the love of your life, something gets in the way, you overcome it, and the story ends happily. Thats what drove people; love and sex. Everyone wanted someone to love, and have that person to call theirs. But he was going to find out life hardly went the same way as movies, he was going to see that life was unconventional.

Maybe this isn't going to be a romantic love story for him. It was going to turn into a whole different kind of love. He had no idea what he was going to walk into, but what was waiting for him wouldn't even cross his mind. Soon he would be learning to love in a new way, have something to live for he never had before, and he might even learn how to understand and forgive.

Maybe.

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Authors note

First reboot, hardly any different. Please review, it would be swell.