A/N: So this is my first ever CM fic and yeah, so please don't judge too harshly. Plus I haven't even watched all of season one yet, but I've watched all of season two. So if I make a few mistakes, feel free to correct me. Anyways, since this is my first CM fic, I hope that no one has used this idea before.

Oh yeah, I don't own Criminal Minds, or any of the characters, or any of the books referenced in the story, or any of the movies referenced in the story, or any of the music referenced in the story. Basically I don't own a damn thing, except for my characters. So enjoy everybody!

Oh BTW, um this is after season 2 altogether. So I'm going to make some assumptions about characters that probably wont or maybe will happen in season 3.

The sun shined brightly on the busy streets of Washington D.C. It was hard to imagine that this many cars were on the road at this early in the morning. For some people six thirty was early. But not for Dr. Spencer Reid.

He was used to it by now, he had to be. Staying up at al of the hours of the night, waking up at all hours of the morning. That's just some of the benefits being a profiler for the FBI gets you. He was used to the car infested streets, honking anxiously. Before, he used to got to the local Starbucks, sit outside or inside and psychoanalyze random people. He could describe people, know people, without even meeting them. That's what three PhD's get you, psychoanalyzing random people. But that was before.

Dr. Reid has been away from the city for a while. Three months to be exact. Rehab. His boss advised him to go, more or less sent him. It was a good thing he did. Reid had started to show signs of more erratic behavior. He'd lash out at his friends, his colleagues. He stopped eating. He became paranoid. He knew he had a problem, but his lack of will power over powered his common sense. He tried to stop the Dilaudid abuse, but his hunger for it could not be contained.

Rehab made him feel so unintelligent. He knew he had a problem. But his problem wasn't as bad as some of his other acquaintances there. Coke addicts, who had three years of addiction under their belt. Alcoholics with addictions 5, 10, 15, 20 years in the making. And any other addict you can think of was there. But none could fathom a 25 year old, 4Phd holding, Child prodigy, and successful FBI agent doctor being one of them. An addict.

He excelled through it. He was willing to quit. He wanted to quit. he wanted everything to go back to the way it was before.

But nothing could go back to before. Not after his kidnapping, torture, and near death experience. That's what made him who he was. An addict.

Today, however, he wasn't an addict. Today was his first day back to reality. Today was his first day back to work. Today was his first day back to normal. Today was his fresh start. Today was the first day of his life. New life.

And to start off his fresh new start, he needed a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

"I'll have a grande café mocha." He told the girl behind the counter.

"That'll be $3.50 please." She asked. He handed her a 5 and waited for this caffeine intake for the next two or three hours. He grabbed his coffee and walked out of the tiny corner Starbuck. A man and a woman were walking right outside the door, towards the street crossing sign. Until the man turned for the coffee shop. The woman turned.

"Alex, where are you going?" The woman asked anxiously.

"I'm getting coffee." He replied coolly.

"What? You can't get coffee now!" She cried.

"I'll only be a few minutes." Alex said, opening the door.

"Then I'll walk without you." She groaned, rolling her eyes behind her horn-rimmed glasses. She walked forward, not noticing that the street sign was blinking "NO WALK" madly. She started to cross the street. At the same time, a commuter bus was coming right for her. Reid saw this, and didn't know how to react. He yelled for her, but she kept walking. She was only about a foot away from the curb. She still didn't see the bus coming for her. Reid thought quickly, and did what first came into his mind. He ran up to her, grabbed her arm and pulled up to the curb. Almost instantly, the bus flashed by not even a second later.

The woman stumbled back into Reid, losing one of her beaten up black low tops in the process. Her glasses flew off into the street, and her homemade tote bag fell off her shoulder, to the ground.

Reid caught her with his free arm. The woman gasped, and looked up into Reid's deep brown eyes.

"You saved me" She almost whispered. Reid was speechless. She was very beautiful. Her dark green eyes shined brightly in the early morning sun. Her nose was small and round, where her lips were medium sized and naturally pink. Her creamy light beige skin matched perfectly with her long chestnut hair.

She stood up straight, still looking at Reid.

"It was...no..big deal.." He stammered out. She smiled, his legs went to Jell-O.

"It was a big deal, it was a very big deal." She said reaching for her tote bag and low top, "One more second and that bus would have taken my freaking head off." She continued to smile, and Reid attempted to smile back. She reached for her face, but felt nothing there.

"Oh no," she cried, " Oh no, oh no, oh no!". She fell to the ground.

"What? What's wrong?" Reid asked, going to the ground with her.

"I can't find my glasses." She cried, searching the ground. She looked over in the street, and gasped. "Oh no." She exclaimed. She grabbed two pieces of what seemed to be glasses at one point. The middle and lenses crushed to oblivion on the street. She jumped up immediately, when a car flew by. So did Reid.

"I'm sorry" He said sincerely.

"Oh, it's ok. They're just reading glasses, I only wear them for show. Plus I lose my glasses all the time. My nickname back in college was Velma." She laughed weakly.

"Man, people do not know how to make coffee in this town." Alex announced, "What happened to your glasses, Velma?"

"I told you" She said to Reid, "They were run over by a car or a bus" She said angrily.

"Well, here this may cheer you up," Alex handed her a cup of coffee, "My treat."

"Thanks." She said. She started to drink, but, sadly, the lid wasn't secured properly. Dark coffee dribbled down the front of her dark green long sleeve T-shirt. She attempted to wipe it away, but that just made it spread around.

Alex whistled, "Someone's gotta case of the Mondays." She looked up shooting daggers with her eyes, "We should go." Alex stammered.

"Thank you, again." She said sincerely to Reid.

"No problem." He said starting to walk away, towards his usual bus stop.

"Wait!" She called back, "I didn't catch your name?"

"Spencer," He said, "Spencer Reid."

"Well, nice to meet you Spencer." She smiled. She started to walk away, and so did Reid, but turned around and yelled, "My name's Joey!" Spencer boarded the bus heading for Quantico, smiling all the way.

He was ten minutes late. It wasn't his fault, the bus he was on was randomly searched. But when you're coming back from Rehab, and you're ten minutes late, everyone assumes the worst.

When he reached the BAU headquarters, he hoped no one would notice that he was ten minutes late. But he wasn't counting on it. He got through security, and made it towards his desk. On his desk, was a cheaply decorated, homemade card with everyone's signature, that read "Welcome Back Reid!". He smiled and places his messenger bag next to his chair. He waited to sit down, it's been a long time since he sat in his chair. He took a deep breath and finally sat down. He exhaled deeply.

"You're late." A deep voice said behind him. Reid jumped fifteen feet in the air. He turned around to face Hotchner.

"It's a long story." He sighed, catching his breath. Hotch stared at him with the black profiler stare. "I wasn't doing that" Reid said quickly.

"I didn't say you were doing that." Hotch said plainly.

"Your eyes did. Don't forget I'm a profiler too."

"Why were you late?" Hotch asked

Reid sighed. "Well, outside of the coffee shop, there was a girl walking out into the street, with oncoming traffic coming from both ways. I grabbed her before she was hit by a bus." Hotch nodded blankly, "Oh yeah, my bus was also randomly searched.".

Hotch continued to stare blankly, as if he were psychoanalyzing him. "I'm clean, Hotch. I'm never going back to that. That Reid is dead." Reid sighed, "I'm clean."

"Welcome back, Reid." Hotch said, walking away.

Reid sat his elbows on his desk and rubbed his eyes. "Today is gonna be a long day" he thought.

"Finally!" cried a woman's voice. Reid looked up. It was Penelope Garcia, coming straight for him.

"Morning Garcia." He smiled.

"Morning Garcia? I haven't seen you for three months and all I get is a 'Morning Garcia?'" Reid smiled, as Garcia threw her arms around him. "God, I missed you so much."

"I missed you too Garcia." Reid replied. Garcia took a seat from a desk nearby, and sat next to him.

"How are you feeling?" Garcia asked.

"Fine. Tired, but fine." He said, "Glad to be back at work."

"That's good." Garcia commented, "Do you like the card I made you?"

"You made this?" He asked, picking up the piece of computer paper.

"I know, it's crap. I would've bought you something better, but my cousin just moved into my apartment."

"It's totally fine, Garcia. It's the perfect thing I need to start the day."

"Well, I'm glad you like it." She said, standing up and walking into her confined computer room.

The rest of the day seemed to be going as it did before. He'd come to work, learn about a case, delve into the information the team received from the local police department, plan to fly across the country, or stay in town, which ever the case see fit, and not come back until two or three days later.

But the difference about today was, there were no new cases to fluster about. Today had ultimately been one of the longest and most boring days since he could remember.

It was around twelve, when he realized he needed to do something more than just play "Spider Solitaire" all day on his computer. He started wandering around the office, asking anyone and everyone if they needed any help. He even asked the receptionists if they needed help answering the phones. But, everyone else was just as bored as him. The office was unusually quiet.

Just as Reid sat back down at his computer to, once again conquer his game, Garcia approached him.

"Hey, Reid, I'm going to lunch early, you wanna come? I'm meeting my cousin." Garcia asked.

"Um...well.." Reid started. He wanted to get out of the office, he needed to get out of the office, "Ok, I'll go." He agreed, grabbing his bag.

"Good, now you can stop wandering around the office looking pitiful." Garcia commented.

"I did not wander around pitifully. I was merely willing to lend a helping hand." Reid retorted.

"You played Spider Solitaire for five hours. You looked pitiful."

They approached Garcia's car, and hopped in. They started to drive away, towards the D.C area. They reached a small little deli on a local street corner. They walked inside the tiny shop and Garcia looked around for her cousin.

Her eyes landed on a girl standing up, with her back turned, wearing a dark red long sleeve t-shirt, jeans and beaten up black low tops, with her bangs pinned on the top of her head with bobby pins, "There she is." She said, going up to the girl, Reid followed suit., "Joey." Garcia called out.

Now this comment stopped Reid right in his tracks. "Joey?" He asked out loud. The girl turned around, and it was her. The same girl from the morning. The one he saved.

Joey smiled. "Hey, it's my rescuer." She announced. Garcia gave her a quizzical look.

"Rescuer?" Garcia asked

"He saved me from being hit by a bus this morning, no thanks to your lack of caffeine in your apartment." Joey said.

"Joey, I told you a million times, you have to look both ways before you cross the streets here. This isn't Concord." Garcia chastised.

"I know, Penelope." Joey rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, " Garcia ordered, "Hey, were are your glasses?"

"They were run over by the bus. I guess it was better them, than me." Joey assessed.

"Well, that's fine since they were only reading glasses."

Joey breathed, "Not exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've been wearing those reading glasses religiously for the past two years straight. And when you wear non-prescription glasses for a long time, your vision gets used to the lenses. And I didn't realize this until this morning when I was scheduled to perform a Craniotomy with the head of Neurosurgery on a car crash victim. You can't perform successful craniotomies with poor vision, so the Chief of Surgery sent me home until I can receive proper glasses or contact lenses. Nice way to start my first day at a new hospital huh?" Joey stated hastily. Reid stared. He couldn't believe the beautiful woman in front of him was a doctor. A surgical doctor. She only looked at least twenty or so.

"Wait, you're a doctor?" Reid interrupted. Joey looked up, apparently she forgot of his presence from the lack of conversation coming from him.

"Yeah, over at Georgetown University Hospital." Joey said.

"I don't mean to be rude, but you can't be a doctor." Reid burst out. Joey looked offended.

"Why not?" She asked incredulously.

"Well, it's not that you're not capable of being a doctor, because you are. You just don't look old enough to be a doctor. You don't look old enough to be out of college." Reid stated.

"You're one to talk, Spencer." Garcia scoffed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Does three PhD's ring a bell?"

"Oh yeah..." Joey looked at Reid.

"How old do you think I am, Spencer?" She asked.

"Well...I would estimate...21?" He guessed.

"Close. Three years off." She commented. Reid looked with disbelief.

"18? You're a surgical doctor at 18?" He inquired disbelievingly.

"Yes. Actually the newest Neurosurgical resident at Georgetown. Who also happens to be 18" She nodded smiling.

"How'd..?" He started.

"Well, I grew up in a small town, Hopedale, Illinois. I graduated high school when I was 11. I was accepted into Harvard University, in which my entire family moved with me to Boston. I graduated from Harvard when I was 14. Then, I was accepted into the Harvard Medical School and graduated from there when I was 17. Then Finally, I was accepted into the Harvard intern program from my first year of residency. And I turned 18 about two months ago, around the end of my internship year." Joey told, Reid nodded.

"I should stop. I'm probably boring you to death." She dropped her gaze to the floor.

"No, no. It's very interesting. I'm totally interested." Reid replied, folding his arms on the table, "I noticed that you changed your shirt." Joey looked up questioningly, Reid blushed, "Not that I was purposely noticing your attire. I just...remember from this morning..how you split coffee all over your..." He motioned a hand over his chest, then he stopped abruptly, "I'm gonna stop right now, and try and not look any more foolish than I already do." He stammered. Joey laughed lightly. They looked at each other shyly and smiled. Joey looked away and down at her feet. Reid tore away from his gaze to notice his co-worker.

"Hey," He announced, "Where's Garcia?" Joey looked up, and over to the seat next to her. Her cousin was sitting there before, but she wasn't now. Joey looked over to the counter, and found her distinctive platinum blonde hair among the truckers at the counter. She pointed over to the counter for Reid to see.

Joey laughed, "She must've got tired of us ignoring her."

Ok it seems slow, at least to me, so if this seems like it's dumb, tell me. Cause yeah, this is my first CM fic after all. If you review, more will come.