When lanky genius Spencer Reid woke up that morning, he didn't know that was the day he'd meet the woman whom he'd fall in love with.
Hotch had called the team into the bullpen leading a blonde woman behind him. Spencer, reading some case files at his desk and on his fifth cup of coffee of the day, looked up for a second and back down again at his files. Then he did a double take, his breath stopping in his chest. Standing there was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her golden hair made her look like an angel and she seemed to radiate.
"Guys, this is our new media consultant at the BAU, SSA Jennifer Jareau," Hotch said, moving out of the way to present her to the team.
She blushed and gave a shy smile. "You can call me JJ."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Derek Morgan." Morgan reached out to shake her hand and she took it.
"Elle Greenaway. Nice to have you here. It's nice to have another woman on the team!" she laughed, shaking JJ's hand as well.
Gideon stayed at his desk, not really paying attention to the new team member.
"That's SSA Jason Gideon. Gideon, this is Agent Jareau," Hotch said, pointing at the older man, who was being quite rude.
"And you are?" JJ turned to Spencer, looking at him with her bright blue, Windex-colored eyes.
He swallowed, and realized she had spoken to him but found himself unable to respond to her. Finally, he blushed and squeaked out, "Spencer-" He cleared his throat, embarrassed. "Spencer Reid. Welcome." he stuck out his long bony hand awkwardly and she took it in her soft feminine one, looking into his soft brown eyes with a twinkle of laughter in her own.
"Alright everyone! We've got a case. JJ you can lead the way into the conference room for the briefing," Hotch said, assembling his team, who all headed into the conference room. Derek was still sniggering at Reid about his awkward encounter, making the genius blush yet again.
Throughout the briefing Reid couldn't take his eyes off the blonde. Her curves were well defined in the jacket and dress pants she wore, the blue blouse she had on matching her eyes perfectly. Her blonde hair moved in unison like a silk sheet whenever she moved and her plump pink lips, moving as she spoke, and looked beautiful, even when she talked about something as depressing as a sexual sadist terrorizing California, and he was mesmerised by them. He thought about what it might be like to kiss them. Baking her up against a wall and pressing his lips to hers, gently at first and then more passionate, their tongues dueling for control of their mouths, her perfect hands entwined in his chestnut locks and his own hands engulfed in her golden sheet of hair…
On the plane she approached him and he was yanked out of his daydreams, suddenly aware that she had spoken to him. "Sorry, what did you say?"
She blushed. "I asked if you wouldn't mind if I sat next to you." Quickly she added, "Obviously if you don't want me to then I can sit somewhere else…"
She started to move away but he stopped her. "No, no, please sit. I'm sorry, I zoned out for a minute."
She smiled and sat down next to him. She set the case file on her lap and adjusted her blouse. Reid tried not to glance over and down but his male instincts overtook him and he snuck a quick peek at her creamy cleavage, then cleared his throat and looked out the window of the jet.
"So Spencer, where are you from?" she asked, trying to make conversation with the awkward young man sitting next to her.
"I- What? Oh, um, Las Vegas. And you're from Pennsylvania, right?"
She looked confused. "Yeah… Pittsburgh. How did you know?"
"I can tell by your voice. The timbre is specific to the North East and- sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. That makes me seem creepy and that's not how I wanted to come off Agent Jareau." He said, glancing down at the floor and blushing profusely.
"Well I see you're good at your job!" she laughed. "Really it's ok, I was just surprised. Im not really used to this whole profiling thing yet." He gave a nervous chuckle and she touched his arm. "Seriously though Spence, I don't think you're creepy. And call me JJ. All my friends do."
He looked at her as she removed her arm, noticing for the first time her wonderfully intoxicating gardenia perfume and her sweet smelling shampoo. "Friends huh? I like that."
He grinned, disbelieving. This beautiful woman, who he'd expected would never even notice him, like every other girl in his whole life, wanted to be his friend! And she claimed that she wasn't creeped out by him, or at least she was too nice to say so. And she had called him Spence. A use of a nickname signified that she liked him and that they had a stronger relationship than that of just co workers. She really did want to be his friend. He smiled for the rest of the flight.