A/N: Hey All! So basically in this story, a new agent starts at the BAU who is basically a like Reid in terms of personality and intelligence as well as other ways, and how they get together. I know cliché right? But the idea has been in my head for so long that I need to write it. So this story (except the prologue below) is set in 2011 and progresses through 2011, 2012, etc. My OC was born March 1990 and Reid in October 1989 so they are 21 years old at the beginning of the story. More will be revealed about my OC as the story progresses. Well, I'm chitty chatting too much so let's get on with the story!

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise from the TV show I do not own!

Prologue: Glasgow, Scotland. 22nd June 2013

Amelia (OC!) POV

For once it wasn't raining, or cold. It was bright and sunny and warm, it made me feel better to think that God was smiling down on me on this day. This important day. This momentous day. The day my entire life would change. My wedding day.

People thought that we were mad marrying so young, we are both only 23 and Spence is nearly 24, but why wait when you have found someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with.

I smiled as I thought of my husband to be, Spencer. He was probably wearing a hole in the carpet, he was so nervous about everything being perfect, but that's just his nature. Our relationship was definitely quick; we only met two years ago, but like I said, why wait?

Spence was being so generous about everything; he even agreed to get married in Glasgow so that most of my family could attend. The only people we brought with us from America were the team and Spencer's parents. It had been a battle and a half to convince him to invite his dad, but he eventually consented.

I moved away from my thoughts and turned my attention to the garment bag in front of me. Inside it held my dress, my beautiful, beautiful dress. I turned my head to face the people in the room with me. Penelope, JJ, Emily and my mother, "What if he changes his mind?" I asked nervously, twirling my finger around a ginger curl as I moved to look out the window of our room at the Glasgow Hilton, where our reception would be.

"Don't be silly," Penelope reprimanded like a mother scolding a child, "he loves you, that boy isn't stupid enough to leave you at the altar." She said, unzipping the garment bag to reveal the dress.

I smiled, slipping it on, loving the feel of the material on my skin. It made me feel beautiful. Before I knew it, the veil was placed over my face, my bouquet handed to me and I was being whisked down the stairs by my bridesmaids and my mother. I was bundled into a car with my father and whisked off towards Saint Patricks.

I turned to my father. He was in his late 40s, nearing 50, with greying hair and a kind smile. He is Italian, from Verona, that was where we lived until I was 6. He took my hands and laid a kiss on them, "il mio bambino, il mio bambino bello. oggi è il tuo giorno del matrimonio e so che si sta sposando un uomo buono e gentile giovane. vi auguro tutta la felicità del mondo, come ho con tua madre." He whispered "you are happy?" he asked in English with his thick Italian accent.

"Si papa" she whispered before hugging him tightly. They reached the Church and the processional started. My father and I began the walk down the aisle. I smiled when I saw him standing there, in his suit with Derek by his side, I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but unconditional love, something that I knew reflected in my own. The service began, but I struggled to listen to the Father's sermon on love, marriage and family. I held Spencer's hands and could barely hold back my smile. The only time I managed to tune back in was when the Father turned to me.

"Do you, Amelia Julietta Botticelli, take Spencer Walter Reid to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love, honour and respect from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others for him before God and all these witnesses until death do you part?" he said

I smiled and nodded "I do," I said confidently, slipping the gold ring onto the ring finger on his left hand.

"And do you, Spencer Walter Reid, take Amelia Juilietta Botecelli to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love, honour and respect from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others for her before God and all these witnesses until death do you part?" the Father said, turning to Spencer.

"I do." He said, slipping the dainty gold wedding band onto my finger, the cold a contrast to my warm skin.

The father smiled. "Then it gives me great pleasure, in front of God and all these witnesses to pronounce you Husband and Wife, you may now kiss the bride." He said to Spencer.

Spencer gently lifted my veil, and for the first time I saw his face with nothing obstructing my vision. With a smile I stood on my tiptoes and kissed my husband. I pulled away with a smile, and together we walked down the aisle. Best friends, partners in crime, husband and wife.

A/N: So, what did you guys think? I've not went into too much detail as it is only the prologue, you'll get details about Amelia's dress, etc., When we get to the wedding part of the story. Reviews are wanted and greatly appreciated if you have the time to give them. If you have any questions or ideas PM me or say so in a review. I'll be back with the first chapter soon!

What Amelia's father said in English was my child, my beautiful child. Today is your wedding day and I know that you are marrying a good and kind young man. I wish you all the happiness in the world, like I have with your mother. Sorry if the Italian is bad, I'm not a speaker so I just used google translate.