Adorkable - what my friends and I all refer to Reid as.

Chapter 1

The dorm's main sitting area was filled with chattering, nervous, scared and otherwise freaked out, female college students. The BAU team, consisting of Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner AKA Hotch, SSA Emily Prentiss, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid, SSA Derek Morgan, and media liaison, Jennifer Jareau AKA JJ, were all standing to one side of the room. Morgan and Prentiss were having a whispered conversation, while Hotch and Reid, hammered out last minute details. JJ was waiting on the college's dean to give the okay to begin.

Appearing with the last few students, Martin Hooley, a black man of about fifty-five, hurried forward. He nodded to JJ and took one of the empty seats near the front.

JJ nodded back and turned her attention to the students. "As you all now know, there is a killer among us on this campus. We, as the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, more commonly known as BAU, are here to stop this killer. Now, Agent Hotchner and Dr. Reid, have some things to tell you all." She stepped back, giving the young brunette behind her a playful tap on the arm. "Go for it, Genius." She offered a wink.

With a nod from Hotch, Dr. Spencer Reid, twenty-six year old, genius, stepped forward, awkwardly. He hated public speaking and the fact that everyone here to listen to him was female, didn't help one bit. Normally he did well with law enforcement but this wasn't the same. Not by a long shot. He cleared his throat. Nervously, he tucked his light brown, collar-length hair behind his ear. "Um, Hello. I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. I work with the BAU…obviously." He paused to collect himself, and heard Hotch behind him whisper, "Victimology."

Nodding, Reid began again. "The BAU profiles not only the unsub, which stands of unidentified suspect, but the victims. Killers, such as this one, selected their victims for a reason and with great care." He licked his lips, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "We believe, based on the previous killings, the ideal victim for this unsub is a long-haired brunette female, in her early twenties, who is under 5'5" in height."

A tall brunette sitting in the middle of the group raised her hand.

Reid nodded, pointing, "Yes?" His voice squeaked ever so slightly.

"How can you be so sure about who he chooses as his victims? Like their height?" She sounded scared and disbelieving.

"Well, it actually simple," Reid began, confident about the science, at least. "All of the victims have been long haired brunettes in their early twenties. This unsub has a fascination with this type of victim. He won't deviate from the pattern."

The young woman nodded, but asked, "But height?"

Reid was beginning to feel nauseous from the attention and the team could see it. Hotch stepped forward, taking the pressure off Reid. "All three woman were under 5'5" and the killer used an arm around the neck to control the victim while he subdued, raped, and murdered them. Most likely, the victim is too short to go after a woman any taller than 5'5". This may because he is short himself, or is handicapped in some way, forcing him to choose an easier target."

The question and answer section went only for short while longer before the woman were released to their rooms, under the measure of a curfew that hit at night fall. Which, as one could see from the pitch black outside the windows, had been sometime during the talk.

The room had nearly emptied of students, save a young woman, Isabelle 'Belle' Laurent, perfectly matching the victim's description. She was waiting patiently for one of the agents to notice her, but the dean noticed first. "What is it Isabelle?"

"I just had a…silly question, I guess," she clutched a textbook and notebook to her chest. "May I stay out here a study for a while? I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight."

The dean looked over at the agent's who were all currently staking claims at different tables. It was Hotch that noticed them watching and called, "Yes?"

"Would it be too much trouble for her to work out here tonight?" Hooley moved closer to Hotch, leaving Belle just far enough behind to not be able to make out the whispered conversation between the two. "Isabelle was Anna Morgan's roommate. Understandably, she doesn't want to stay in her dorm right now."

Hotch nodded, looking around at his team. They had taken up most of the tables but the one closest to the hall leading to the dorm rooms of this floor was Reid. "Reid, could you make a place for her at your table?"

Reid, who had five files lay out on the table, looked up. "Um…" he pulled the papers together hurriedly, making a space.

Hotch nodded Belle over, and she sat down nervous. In fact, they both approached each other with the same nervous and sheepish attitude.

"I'm sorry to invade you, Dr. Reid," she whispered, as she opened her textbook and laid out her notebook to a clean page.

Flustered by her attention, he managed a nod.

"I'm Isabelle Laurent," she offered, hoping for some response.

"Dr. Spencer Reid," he responded.

This story will be rather short - only like 11 chapters - but I am working on making it longer. If I manage to finish it in entirity I'll add onto this story, otherwise, I am going to leave it as the standalone 11 chapters. It's not my best work, and lacks the fullness I would like but it's cute and I think Reid deserves any love he can get.