Author Lewis Carroll said "Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle."

It was raining in Virginia and Spencer Reid had the day off.

It was rare for an F.B.I. agent to have a break from their normally hectic lives, so Spencer took full advantage of it. On that particular day, he decided to walk to a new book shop called The Rabbit Hole that had opened three months ago and was approximately five minutes away from his house. He read online that they carried a wide variety of books; they had books dating back to the 17th century. And they had an in-store café that served up teas and coffees along with baked goods.

After a short and calming walk there, Spencer opened the door, shook out his umbrella and was welcomed by a gush of hot air, Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9 No.2, and a little white cat. The song was beautiful enough to make the angels above cry, but the smells of coffee and old books and the rain and thunder overhead made it that much sweeter to hear. Near him sat a beautiful young girl holding a worn out looking copy of The Canterbury Tales, looking dreamily off into space, a cup of hot tea resting beside her. Spencer noticed that her beautiful, chestnut colored curly hair was messily pulled up onto her head along with her glasses.

Spencer couldn't help but gaze in awe at her and appreciate how her light, lovely brown skin glowed under the soft light of the store. To him, she looked like a dream. Though he wanted to know her, he felt as if he stood no chance, so he decided to walk away and into the café to grab a cup of coffee. Instead of a regular to-go cup, they served their beverage in large mugs you need to hold with both hands. Each mug had a hand painted literary quote written in it, so you'd have to finish your drink to find out which quote you got. Carrying his drink, Reid disappeared into a random section of bookshelves, trying to push the woman out of his mind, and began to scan titles and grabbing ones that appealed to him the most along the way.

Reid ended up with a reasonable amount of books and ended up in an isolated corner of the shop which was coincidentally in the line of sight to the woman at the cash register. Setting his coffee down, Reid watched the woman interact with a customer, laughing at something they said, brushing a strand of loose curls behind her ear. Sighing at his actions, he opened the first book on his lap, One Hundred Years of Solitude, and tried to read the words printed on the paper. His mind wouldn't let him process the words but instead, filled his brain up with memories of Maeve and how rationally he knew she'd want him to move on and try to be happy but his mind plagued him with thoughts of being an unlucky man when it came to love; the one woman he truly loved was dead.

He had to remind himself that just because she worked in a book store, that didn't mean she would have appreciated his knowledge of the world around them nor listened to his endless ramblings of topics no one else cared about.

Reid stayed in that corner for two hours, listening to the song change to Beethoven's 14th Sonata. He let his mind take over, hands glued to the books in his lap, occasionally leaving to grab the coffee mug to fuel his thin body.

Eventually the song came to an end, as did his coffee. "Kiss me and see how important I am." - Sylvia Plath was written in the bottom of his cup in tiny gold letters. Shaking his head, Reid gathered his belongings and made his way back tot he café to return his cup. The young man who served his coffee and had green hair gave him a smile and told him to have a nice day. Juggling his books, he fished his wallet out of his pocket as the person in front of him paid for their items.

"I can help who's next." Her voice was one you'd find in your sheets in the middle of the night, telling you she loved you or whispering commands as you made love. The classic 'bedroom voice' as Derek would have called Reid approached the counter and set his books atop of it. His eyes were glued to her hands, watching her gently place his books in a bag and ring up prices. "You're Dr. Spencer Reid. I went to a seminar about micro-expressions in Boston last year. You were amazing." Snapping his head up, he was amazed. He never met a woman who was interested in what he had to say. Even the slightest.

Realizing he was gawking, Reid cleared his throat, "Y-yes. Um, I am um I-I am Dr. Reid. The seminar, you really went to that?" She nodded, giving him a small smile, "Did you go to a school in Boston at the time or where you just there to see seminars?"

"Both actually." She found herself laughing at his surprised expression. "I went to Boston University for a bit before I transferred over to Sarah Lawrence. Oh, I'm Ginger, by the way."

Author's Note: I decided to start a new tory due to the amount of messages I got from one of my old stories, which were not all good. Enjoy this one though. Thank you.

-xoxo Maev

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