Okay for those of you who got a prelude to what will be happening later, let me explain. I was thinking after I posted it and was like, "I can't just let that be it! I can't just let my loyal reader(s) sit there and wonder HOW IN THE WORLD HE ENDED UP WITH THAT CRAZY REDHEAD! So, I sat down and started writing this. It's not going to be very long, but I may or may not come up with new stuff to shove in between chapters, so I will name each one. If something new pops up in the little chapter drop box or whatever that thing is called, read it.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the hot nerd that is Dr. Reid or any of said nerd's colleagues. If I did, I'd be so freakin' happy. End of story.

Now, enough of my ramble. ON WITH THE FANFIC!

Reid sighed as Morgan dragged him into the bar. He didn't want to go there, he wanted to go home and sleep. Morgan had insisted that it was high time Reid got himself a girlfriend. Rossi was also there, which didn't help with the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath and walked in after Morgan, the smoky air filling his lungs. He coughed some and looked around. The bar was loud, a live band was there playing music that he didn't recognize, and people were out dancing on the dance floor. Rossi was sitting at the bar, a beer in his hand. Morgan sat down next to him and ordered one for himself. Reid stood there, still looking around, trying to process it all. Morgan and Rossi smirked at their younger colleague. "Reid," Morgan said, "Don't overload." Reid snapped out of his daze and sat down. He ordered a soda for himself, making Morgan and Rossi both groan. "Reid, honestly?" Morgan asked. Reid shrugged.

"I don't like alcohol," he admitted. The bartender gave Reid his soda and they sat there and drank their drinks. Eventually Rossi and Morgan got up and went off to dance with girls that had come up. Reid eventually grew bored and pulled a book out of his messenger bag. He immediately started reading it and about five minutes later when he was over halfway through another bartender came up to him.

"You read fast," she commented, pulling Reid out of his little world. He looked up and saw a woman who was about his age with fiery red hair and starling icey blue eyes.

He blinked a few times and said, "Yeah, uh, I guess so." She tilted the book up to see what it was called.

"The Empty Planet," she said, "Isn't that the reason some freak tried to blow Seattle up a few years back? He thought the book was real?" she asked. Reid nodded, remembering that case.

"Yeah, uh, thankfully he was caught," he said. She smiled at him.

"First time in a bar?" she asked.

"What makes you say that?" he asked.

"You came in here with two other guys who ordered beers while you ordered a soda. Now, they're off dancing and you're reading a book. I'm not Sherlock Holmes, but I'm pretty sure I'm about right," she said.

"You're very observant," he commented. She shrugged.

"It's not like I have anything better to do, I'm designated driver, I'm always designated driver," she sighed.

"I know the feeling," Reid replied, "I'm Spencer Reid."

"Terri Morrison," she said, "So, why're you here?"

"My colleagues think that I need a better social life."

"Dumped recently?"

"Nah, never been in a relationship."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, how about you? Why are you here?" he asked.

"Parents own the bar, easy way to make some extra money to pay off my school loans," she explained, sitting on the counter behind her.

"What did you major in?" he asked.

"Criminal Justice, it's doing me a lot of good as you can tell," she replied. He chuckled.

"Anything in the field of criminal justice that you wanted to go into?" he asked.

"I wanted to be a CSI," she replied, "But, as it turns out the only way I can pursue that dream is if I move to a big city like Chicago or Atlanta."

"I go to places like that all the time," Reid told her.

"What is it you do?" she asked.

"I am a profiler for the FBI," he replied. Her eyes got wide.

"Whoa, FBI agent, that is pretty big," she said, "But, thankfully I know for a fact that there are no illegal substances in this bar at any time, and if there were, their sorry butts would be thrown out in a humiliating fashion." Reid cocked his head, looking confused.

"Being tossed out is humiliating enough, how could it be made worse?" he asked. Terri laughed.

"Ever be tossed out of a bar by a woman half your size?" she asked, "Infront of all your biker buddies?" He shook his head, thinking about it. He then laughed some and agreed that it would be a lot more humiliating. "Yeah, so, what's it like being a profiler for the FBI?" she asked. He shrugged.

"I get shot at some times," he told her. She nodded.

"Sounds like fun!" she said sarcastically. He couldn't help but laugh and nod. "What is it profilers do?" she asked.

"Well, I'm part of a team with the BAU, or Behavioral Analysis Unit, and when cities believe they have a serial killer or rapist or something to that extent on their hands, they send their case files to us and our media specialist reads them and we decide to take certain cases. Then we go and catch the serial killer by looking at the way he or she acts and predicting where they will strike next," he explained. Terri still looked confused. "It's hard to explain, but in a way we're like back up for local police and we help catch serial killers and rapists and what not." She nodded.

"Sounds exciting," she said, "I wish I could do something like that."

"It's cool at first, but some times it's down right scary," Reid told her. She shrugged.

"Can't be as bad as the things I see every night here," she told him.

"You never know," he replied. She smiled at him. He felt something stirring inside him. His brown eyes met her blue eyes and he noticed that flecks of sea green splashed through them. Pretty eyes, he thought.

"You want to go some place where we're less likely to get lung cancer?" she offered. He wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"But, uh, what about my partners?" he asked. She shrugged.

"I can help you track them down, I have a fool proof way to do so," she offered, "What are their names?" Reid gave her their names and she nodded and climbed up ontop of the bar, a megaphone in hand. "EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" she shouted into it. The music stopped and everyone turned to face her. "Thank you, now, can any of you tell me where Agents Rossi and Morgan are?" she asked. Everybody looked around and started murmuring. Terri started tapping her foot. "If you bring them forward, drinks are on the house for the next half hour," she offered. Almost within seconds, Derek Morgan and David Rossi were standing infront of them. Terri got off the bar and made the other bartenders start getting drinks. She tossed the megaphone behind the counter and jumped off the bar, landing next to Reid.

"Why are we needed?" Rossi asked.

"Uh, I, uh," Reid stammered. Terri rolled her eyes.

"We're both terrified of lung cancer and can't hear ourselves think," Terri told them, "So, we're out of here." Rossi and Morgan both looked at eachother.

"Reid, care to introduce us to your friend?" Morgan asked.

"Uh, okay, um, Derek, David, this is Terri, Terri, Derek and David," Reid said. Terri shook hands with the two agents.

"Where do you plan on going?" Rossi asked. Terri and Reid looked at eachother and shrugged.

"The coffee shop down town?" Reid suggested. Terri shook her head.

"I'm allergic to most kinds of coffee beans," she told him. Morgan started laughing.

"Reid, you found one that is allergic to coffee?" he asked, "Out of all the women in this bar, you choose the one that's allergic to coffee?" Both him and Rossi were laughing. Terri was glaring at them.

"So what if she is allergic to coffee? You're scared of elevators," Reid told him, which shut Morgan up. Terri started to snicker and they turned around to walk out of the bar and go where ever they were going to go.

So, now we know how Reid ended up meeting Terri. Yay! That crazy redhead. How I long to be the aforementioned redhead. *sob*

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