A/N: Okay, this is a sort of self insert. If you don't like, don't read. It's most definitely focusing on the romance. So, yeah. I decided to choose a shy submissive girl for him. Enjoy. I do like reviews x) Suggestions on where to go from here are what I like to see. I like group efforts.

"Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else."

-Anonymous

Her glasses began to slip down the bridge of her nose and she pushed them up robotically, like it was programmed into her very soul. They were tortoiseshell glass, big and round. She was nearsighted, but could see without them; they were more of a fashion statement.

"Hey, miss, can I check this book out, please?" a young boy with a slender blue book approached her. She sat behind a large wooden desk with intricate carved designed into it. She worked at a library.

"Hey, Emirly, Josh has another book." An older woman came up behind the boy, Josh. She emphasized 'another', and gave the girl behind the desk an apologetic look.

"Oh, he likes to read. That's good." The girl, Emirly, responded softly. She had a small face that you expect small quiet response from. She was almost a precious bundle of innocence. Emirly took the book from Josh and scanned it. "You look it." She handed the book, The Paper Boy, back to Josh and quickly stated the day she'd like it back. The older woman, presumably his mother smiled thankfully and escorted the young boy outside.

A chill came across Emirly, and she pulled her dark green cardigan tighter around her blue and white striped t-shirt. As she went to rest her elbows back on the desk, a large stack of books landed on it. Her eyes widened in curiosity as she peered around the stack to a young man she'd not seen at this library before. His hair was long and scruffy, about shoulder length. He had a long face and nose that almost reminded her of mice. Yes, a mousy face he had. The young man was thin and lanky, very tall. He wore a black blazer with a dark sweater vest underneath and under that a white button up collared shirt.

"Uh, hi, checking these out." He said, pursing his lips, pushing them up a little towards his nose as if in admittance.

"This is a lot." Emirly observed, checking out the titles. She'd read one or two of them, but the rest were ones she'd only seen on the shelves.

"I read a lot."

"You're new. Are you new in town?" She asked, as she scanned each book into the system.

"No, I'm here on a job for a couple of days." He answered.

Emirly raised her eyebrows at him under her bangs, "You must read fast, sir." Then she added, "What is your name?"

"20,000 words per minute, and Dr. Spencer Reid."

Emirly stopped scanning to take a look at him. Doctor? She wondered what kind of aging cream he used. She was too scared to offend him accidentally to ask what kind of doctor and how he looked so young. Slowly, she moved again and continued scanning the books. "Doctor, you say." She said with her softest voice, glancing up at him with her eyes. He looked prepared to recite something he'd said a million times before. He was probably just really smart. She didn't want to be everyone else and ask the same questions as before. If he was smart, she'd make an impression by asking a new question.

Spencer opened his mouth to say what Emirly suspected was rehearsed, so she interrupted him, "How many PhDs do you have?"

He stopped in mid-opened mouth, he slowly nodded once, lifted a hand and finger, like he was pointing something out. Good, she'd made an impression. "Three." he said, recovering from the brief stumble.

That was a lot. Emirly blinked and smiled as to say that's nice. She finished scanning the books, which took longer than it should have because she was stalling. She was interested in this kid. He was different and that was something she liked. Normally, she wasn't someone to go after things. No, Emirly was a let things come to her. A submissive girl, preferred to direct from behind the scenes, if need be. She nodded, pretending to take it in. She decided to challenge him. "When do you think you can have these back?"

"Probably before the end of the week." He said, matter-of-factly, nodding towards the end as if becoming surer of the answer as he said it.

"See you then, Dr. Reid." Emirly said, looking at the stack. "Do you need help carrying those?"

"I got them here."

"But what if you..." Emirly was going to say trip, but she didn't want to be pushy. She'd made it known she wanted to help him, if wanted the help he'd accept it. He started taking the books in his arms. Once one arm was full, he looked at the stacks then gave Emirly an apologetic look. "Actually, if you don't mind." He started.

Emirly smiled and nodded in amusement, "Of course, Dr. Reid."

"You can call me Spencer." He smiled, helping the books into her arms.

"Alrighty, Spencer, where did you park your car?" She asked, softly.

"It's outside, but I have a friend pulling it up for me." He said, looked at her, "We won't have to go far."

"I hate how the desk in the back and the door is at the front." Emirly complained her voice dull.

"Yeah, that's really inefficient." Spencer remarked.

"Maybe I should complain to the manager." Emirly mused.

They reached the door in a small amount of time, despite the distance. There was a black SUV waiting outside and Spencer headed right for it. In the driver seat a muscular looking dark colored man. The man looked out the windows, Emirly noted his dark bushy eyebrows, and looked at her. "Finally got yourself a girl, Reid?" He jokingly teased Spencer. Emirly blushed, not expecting that. The man must be a good friend of Spencer's.

"That's Derek Morgan. He's just teasing." Spencer muttered to Emirly.

Derek popped the trunk and the two made their way to it. Emirly set her books down first and stepped back onto the side walk. She could faintly hear Derek tell Spencer to get her number. Emirly didn't have a cellphone though, so the gesture would have been pointless. She had a house... Well, apartment phone, but she was hardly ever home. Maybe she should get a cellphone...

Spencer shut the trunk, but it didn't shut all the way the first time and popped right back up. He tried again with no results. Spencer huffed, furrowing his eye brows and tried one last time. Yet, still no closed trunk. He poked his head around the side of the car, "Morgan is that you?"

"Is what me?" Emirly could see a smirk that Spencer could not. It took her a moment, but Derek was popping the trunk just as Spencer was closing it.

Spencer huffed and finally, Derek let him close the trunk. "Yeah, thanks." Spencer said sarcastically to him, walking up from behind the trunk.

"Thanks for helping me with those books." He said Emirly.

"Yeah, anyone who reads that much deserves my help." She joked, looking down with her eyes shyly.

"Uh, I didn't catch your name?"

"He wants your number!" Derek shouted from the car, and Spencer reddened in the face, shooting Derek and look.

"I... I.. uhm. Well..I-I.." Spencer couldn't find his words.

"My name is Emirly, and I do not have a cell phone." She said slowly, her face facing him, but her eyes darted around; eye contact was difficult for her right now. His eyes were too cute.

"R-really?" Spencer asked, "Email?"

"No."

"Me either." He admitted.

"Do you have a cellphone? I really need to get one. I can call you when I do?" Emirly suggested softly.

"What? Oh, yeah sure." He paused, "Do you have a pen and some paper?"

"Just recite it. I'll remember." Emirly smiled cheekily. She had a good memory when it came to things she heard.

He quickly said the digits smiled and got in the car.

Emirly quickly thought over calling him or not. It wasn't like she didn't like him or anything, just she wasn't sure. Maybe she'd talk it over with a friend... Wait a minute, what friends? This would be a good reason why she should go out, but a cell, and call him. Even if things don't exactly go down that road, he would still be an interesting friend. Emirly shrugged. She'd see how tomorrow went.