I kinda just stopped on the fanfics for a long time. But I'm back! Different writing style you could say, better grammar too. You know the deal. Don't like. Don't read. Don't flame :P

Yes another Reid fic. I can't ever stop loving him :D o.o

Reid shuffled into the BAU office his head down, brown leather messenger bag on his shoulders. Nothing out of the norm button down sloppily tucked into his trousers.

There stood a woman Spencer didn't recognize. Short, very short. Only stood at 5 foot compared to his 5'7 which wasn't even that tall. Long white-blond hair with every hair neatly straightened. Dark, dark blue eyes. She was cold. She didn't wear a lot of make-up see was very pale but didn't need much foundation. But her dark red lipstick seemed even darker next to her pale skin. Dark black eyeliner made her eyes seem even more blue. She was quirky looking. In a beautiful way.

He didn't like her. Something about the way she was just irritated him.

Her red lips moved fast as she talked to Hotch. She held he calm demear however.

Hotch finally realized Spencer's presence. His eyes lit up, and directed the unknown woman toward him.

"This is our very own genius Spencer Reid." Reid gave a half-assed smile and wave and tried to push by.

"This is Veronica, she's going to be interning here for a little while."

The blonde gave an icy stare and a curt smile. She reached out to shake his hand. He cleverly dodged the attempt. It wasn;t like him to not like someone. He was usually a very passive agreebable person. She seemed to begin to realize his almost hate toward her. She recognized this with a bit of irritation.

Veronica blew him off completely throughout the day. Everyone seemed to like her, they were already joking around with her. This irrtated Reid more.

Conversation of the case at hand began. A murder out in Texas. Young woman dead, about 26, unidentified. Raped and stabbed.

And then they were off.

~.~

It only made Reid's mood worse when he ended up sitting next to Veronica on the plane ride over.

"So where are you from, Spencer?"

"Friends call me Reid." he said curtly.

"So Reid-" she was cut off again.

"That makes it Dr. Reid to you."

His snarky comment cut through Veronica's cool demeanor a little.

"Okay Dr. Reid. Aren't you a bit young to have a doctorate anyway?"

"I graduated high school when I was 12."

"Hm. So your ego's bigger than you are? Not a great trait." She said icily.

Reid was taken aback by the comment and his own behavior around her. He was not normally like this. He was a very passive person. Nonconfrontational. Knew his place. Now he was being snarky and rude. He hated that this girl brought that out in him.

He took his dark blonde-reddish-brownish hair behind his ear and sighed, defeated. He hated fighting. We had three more hours of plane ride to go.

He thought about hiding in the plane bathroom. He thought about ignoring her completely. Then realized he was the one who brought up the hard feelings.

"Look I'm sorry about before." A slice of the real Reid was showing.

"Shit happens."

"I'm from Nevada." he said nervously.

She barely glanced up.

"Y-you asked before,

"Where are you from Veronica?"

"The south, good at hiding the drawl huh?" she cracked a halfassed smile.

He felt an odd feeling in his tummy, it felt kinda good to see her smile, at the same time he despised her. He couldn't make up his mind.

"Very good. You ever been to Las Vegas? Y'know there are over 15,000 miles of neon tubing."

"Mr. SmartyPants over here? Oh sorry Dr. SmartyPants."

He stared at her. It was nice not to hate her for a while.

"Okay I'm sorry that was lame." she said smiling again.

But even her smile was cold. Everything about her was clean, cold.

Her black heels were very high but had no pattern. Her black skirt was a pencil skirt cut an inch maybe two above the knee. Her blouse was white showing just a litttttle bit of cleavage. Everything was normal. Perfect. Not a hair out of place. There was something behind this facade.

When the plane landed they seemed to returned to hating each other, Veronica hated it. She loved how smart he was. She hated how angry he was. There was a peek of light when he told her about Las Vegas but it quickly disappeared. This frustrated her

The team pulled up to the hotel, everyone was tired and didn't do much talking. They all went to their rooms silently. She sat on her bed, she never slept. Never could. She was a bit of a night owl. Something about Reid drove her crazy. He made her want to tell him about everything.

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story within you."

-Maya Angelou.

Slow beginning. I apologize. It'll get better. Intros are always rough for me.