Hi, so since I seem to be unable of writing anything good in French I decided to try in English, so be nice it's not my first language. All mistakes are mine, tell me if you see some it's almost one home, I'm going to bed. Tell me if I should continue.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I just play with it and I don't make money so don't sue me… Please? (puppy eyes)

AN: I know the dates are a little bit off but since it seems that the writers can't remember their characters birth date, we'll have to work with it.

Update : Thanks to my beta deathtechie

Spencer Reid's whole life was based on facts and statistics. For every situation there were facts or statistics and sometimes even both. On that morning, there were numerous facts.

Fact 1: He wasn't in his place.

Fact 2: He didn't know why he was taking this class.

Fact 3: Thinking about it, he had promised his mom.

Fact 4: The teacher was hot.

Fact 5: Scratch that. The teacher was so much more than hot.

At the thought, Reid blushed. He was not use to having those kinds of thoughts. At 17 years old, Spencer Reid was what you would call asexual. He never had a real relationship; actually he never had a real date before. After all, he had finished high school at 13 and had been the bullied kid. It wasn't the perfect conditions to fall in love. Even now, only a little bit younger than the other students; he was in his own universe. It was probably because he was working on his third PhD. And now after a request from his mom, he had agreed to take one of the self-defense classes offered by Caltech.

It was nine o'clock on a Wednesday morning and after three cups of coffee, Reid stood in too large sweatpants with two dozen, or so, students in front of their new teacher. The black, muscular man was the first person to ever make Reid feel this way. When he first started to talk, Reid felt dizzy, his voice was warm and sensual to the young genius' ears. His name was Derek Morgan.

Reid got paired up with another boy slightly taller and bigger than him. But after just a couple minutes, the other was so obviously better that it was almost painful to watch. At the end of the 90 minutes, Reid had added 3 new facts to his list.

Fact 6: He sucked at fighting

Fact 7: He was exhausted and at least half of his 639 muscles hurt.

And the most important.

Fact 8: He had the biggest crush on Derek Morgan.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Jean-Paul Sartre