A/N: I seem to be on a roll with my other two stories, so I thought I'd start this new one! And, of course, it stars Dr. Spencer Reid :) Who else? I believe that if you like Natalie from my story Reid My Mind, then you'll like this character as well, although she's a tad sexier ;p And just FYI, her name is pronounced 'shy'. Enjoy! And let me know what you think :)


Chapter One: She Thinks I'm Crazy

"This is the last one," Derek Morgan said, setting a large, dark red bag on the hardwood floor beneath him. Derek's cousin had come to stay with him for a while, and he had just finished helping her bring her bags up. Leaning himself against the doorframe, he smiled as he watched her gaze at the large apartment. "Some friends of mine from work are going to come over tonight, just to hang out. So you'll get to meet them. We should put all of this away, though," he suggested, motioning to her bags.

"Alright." The girl nodded and picked up two small bags and a large one. "Which room's going to be mine?"

"Here..." Morgan picked up the four remaining bags and led her towards the back of the hallway. "It's right across from the bathroom, and mine's next door. I guess I'll let you unpack some things, and I'll get something together for dinner." Morgan smiled and left her to her business.

Just as Morgan walked into the living room, his phone went off. Checking the screen, he answered the call. "Hey, baby girl. What's up?"

"My attraction for you, sweet thing," Garcia chimed through the phone, making Morgan laugh as always. "No, but seriously. Emily, JJ, and I are right around the corner."

"Alright, just come on in when you get here," Morgan told her, hanging up the phone.

Not more than five minutes later, the three women burst into the apartment. Each of them took a seat on Morgan's rather large couch, giggling and laughing to each other. Shortly after that, Spencer let himself into the apartment. "Hey, pretty boy," Morgan greeted, receiving a smile from Spencer as he sat on the loveseat.

Morgan handed out two bowls of popcorn and proceeded to pull a bowl of Easy Mac out of the microwave. "Who's the macaroni and cheese for?" Emily wondered.

As if on cue, Morgan's cousin strutted into the room. "Oh, Easy Mac! You remembered my favorite snack-dinner," The girl gushed, taking the bowl from her cousin. She took a huge bite and then noticed the room full of people. Swallowing hard she greeted, "Oh... hello, all."

The group simply stared at her; some with mouths open in awe, and some just in surprise. "Is this your cousin?" JJ asked.

"Honey, she's hot! Someone in your family is giving out some seriously good genes," Garcia burst.

The entire group giggled as the girl walked over to Spencer. "Do you mind if I sit here, sweetheart?" Spencer noticed a French accent dripping off of every word. He shook his head shyly as she sat down.

"Is that a French accent? I thought Morgan said you were his cousin?" Emily interrogated.

"Oh, I am. But I grew up in the South of France with my mom and dad before we moved to Chicago. It was actually only just before Morgan began working with the BAU," The girl told her. "And I'm sorry, I've seemingly forgotten my manners. My name, coincidentally, is Chicago Skye. But everyone calls me Chi."

Each team member took their turn introducing themselves to her as Morgan joined them, Spencer being last. "Did you know that ninety percent of what we think about a person is determined in the first ninety seconds we meet them? And a handshake says a lot about someone. Your handshake, for instance, was a standard one, meaning you're professional and genuinely glad to meet a new friend," he rattled off. Right after he mentally cursed himself for doing it when she gave him a look like he was insane.

Chi then quickly recovered and retorted, "Well if you'd honestly like to know, your handshake was a lingering handshake, which means you either have a somewhat sudden first attraction to me, or you're just subconsciously trying to communicate positive thoughts. You also used somewhat of a push-off method at the end, signifying that you're humble."

The group stared at the two, what seemed to be equally matched, young adults. Spencer looked to Morgan, somewhat wanting an answer for his cousin's small speech. "She's got a 185 IQ," he answered, as if that explained it all.

The whole team let out an 'ah' as Chi beamed. She'd always been proud of her brains, as well as her beauty. Her phone chimed, and she quickly answered it, "Bonjour! Oui, je viens de finir s'installer po. Non, je suis désolé. Je n'ai pas eu la chance d'attirer encore rien. Oui. Dès que je fais, je vous appellerai. Au revoir." Chi looked up to find everyone staring at her, yet again. "My boss... what? I'm half French..." she reminded them, as if that was enough.

"Morgan, your cousin is one interesting character," JJ let him know, and Morgan grinned.

"I know. That's what I love about her," he answered.

As the night went on, Spencer found himself more and more intrigued by the woman sitting beside him. She was anything but normal. At 25 years old, even though she was a genius, she had only one degree, and it was from the Fashion Institute in New York. For seven years she has been working just under Jean Paul Gaultier, modeling for all of them and designing for the last four. She definitely had the head of a model: long, silky black hair that reached the middle of her back, dark tan, shimmering skin, a very smooth complexion, and dazzling honey brown eyes.

Spencer also couldn't help but notice that she was extremely comfortable showing off her body. She wore an outfit that accentuated all of her curves and showed just the right amount of cleavage: not too much, but not totally covered either. The skirt she wore barely reached her fingertips when she stood up and showed off long, silky legs. When she leaned forward to take her shoes off, Spencer could see down her shirt and he swallowed hard. Then, realizing he was starting to have a small growth in his pants, he quickly excused himself to the restroom.

"Oh, God. Please don't tell me this is going to happen every time I see this girl..." Spencer pleaded, looking up as if talking to God himself. He quickly calmed himself down and washed his face before returning to the living room.


A/N: Hahaha! The ending was kind of just to play around. I think it's particularly funny though. Did I make you laugh? Oh, and translation: Bonjour! Oui, je viens de finir s'installer po. Non, je suis désolé. Je n'ai pas eu la chance d'attirer encore rien. Oui. Dès que je fais, je vous appellerai. Au revoir. = Hello! Yes, I just finished moving in. No, I'm sorry. I haven't had the chance to draw anything yet. Yes. Once I do, I'll call you. Bye. :D