Being a profiler meant doing your job distraction free.

And the moment you laid eyes on Spencer Reid you know this job just got a lot harder.

You've never been attracted to men. Not just because of what had happen to you as a teen but merely because you love women. You loved their bodies, their moves…he loved them. You love being with them.

But the first time Spencer trips, his body falling against yours, your body reacts completely against your will. The next thing you know your sitting next to him in booths, brushing your thigh against his. When you lift your arm to rest against the back of the booth you make sure your hands rests against the edge of his shoulder.

You feel like a lovesick schoolgirl and you hate yourself for it. He doesn't seem to notice, which only makes it worse.

More often then not you have to split on your mind on a case. The part of your brain that wants to focus on the case and save the victims and the other part that wants to protect Reid. Because, damn, that kids gets into more trouble then you've ever seen, and all you want to do is grab him and run.

You hate when he comes to you with bits of information about his childhood. Like being teased mercilessly at school. You have to fight against the desire to find all his old school mates and beat the living hell outta them.

But he doesn't seem to notice your anger on his behalf and everything goes back to the way it was. You following him around like a lost puppy dog and him never noticing.

Being a profiler meant doing you're job, distraction free. And when you kiss him for the first time and he kisses you back you're only thought is how long you'll have your job, because you're distraction isn't going anywhere.