The next time Spencer visited the diner, he made it his goal to talk to Rachel again. As he entered the diner and took a seat, he would occasionally glance around to find Rachel. For the first ten minutes he couldn't find her. Then when he was about to give up, he saw her walking out of the kitchen balancing three plates of food. While she was delivering the food the the family two tables in front of him, Spencer used the time to observe Rachel. She was small for a 12 year old, probably 5 feet and 2 inches in height. She was thin and awfully pale. She had long black hair that was pulled up to a ponytail. She had very hollow cheeks, thin lips and a button nose. She had dark bags under her eyes and her entire stature was slumped as if she were holding the weight of world upon her shoulders. Under he sleeve he could see a purple bruise in a shape of a hand. Something in him boiled with rage upon the discovery of the bruise. He never felt this way when he saw other victims in the same manner. Sure he did feel anger towards the abuser for hurting an innocent person. But when he saw the bruise on Rachel, he couldn't help it. Hi protective instinct came back again as she limped by him.

"Hey Rachel." Spencer says. Rachel stops and turns her attention towards Spencer. Her eyes widened with surprise.

"Oh. Hi Spencer." Rachel replied. "Back again?"

"Yes...I just love the food here." Spencer lied. Rachel looked at him oddly and tilted her head.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asks

"You're lying to me." She retorts. Spencer was shocked. How did she know he was lying to her? "How did you know I was lying?" Rachel shrugged.

"I don't know, I always have this feeling. And your eyes looked away rather than towards me when you said that." Rachel explains.

"Wow."

"Is there anything you need Spencer?"

"Yes, when is your break?" Rachel raised an eyebrow and gave him a look. "I just wanted to get to know you...that's all." Spencer retaliated. Rachel nodded and turned her head towards the clock.

"My break doesn't start until another 5 minutes."

"Ok I'll be waiting here." Spencer nodded and relaxed in his seat. Rachel nodded and walked away. When Rachel's break started she sat down in front of Spencer. He leaned forward in his seat and clasped his hands on the table.

"So," Rachel began "what do you want to know?" And from there Spencer and Rachel got to know each other. They found out about each other's favorite food, color, show, everything. They both realized that they had a lot in common. When Rachel found out he worked for the FBI, she was stunned.

"Really? You work for the FBI?" Spencer nodded. "Do you like have a badge or something?" Spencer nodded again and show her his badge. She took it from him and studied it.

"That's so cool." She said as she handed the badge back. "Do you carry a gun also?"

"Yes I do."

"What kind of crimes do you encounter?"

"We, as in my team and I, study criminal behavior, so we get so many different types of crimes."

"You have a team? Who are they?"

"It's me, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, our technical analyst Penelope Garcia, our communications liaison Jennifer Jareau or JJ, and our Section Chief Aaron Hotchner."

"Wait David Rossi? THE David Rossi?"

"Yeah. You know him?"

"Ha I wish. I read his books, they are very interesting to read. Finished all three of them in one night."

"Aren't you a bit young to read those kind of books? And how could you read three of those books in one night?" Spencer asks.

"I um...I'm a pretty fast reader..." Rachel says, her cheeks darkened by blush.

"How fast?"

"Like 10,000 words per minute fast..." Spencer was shocked.

"Hey don't think it's weird. I read 20,000 words per minute." Rachel looks up and smiles. For the first time in weeks, Spencer saw Rachel actually smile. He caught himself smiling too. Her smile was infectious the way her brown eyes lit up and sparkled. It almost reminded him of someone else.

"Rachel." Spencer began growing serious. "I want to ask you something. Something very important. Ok? And you have to tell me the truth Ok?" Rachel nodded.

"Are- Are you being abused?" Rachel's jaw dropped and her eyes widened.

"N-No."

"Rachel don't lie to me."

"I-I'm not lying t-to you."

"Rachel-"

"I'm sorry. I have to get back to work." Rachel stood up and almost walked away. Spencer reached forward and grabbed her hand preventing her from scurrying away.

"Rachel look at me." Spencer commanded. Rachel slowly turned her head. Spencer handed her his business card.

"If you need anything. Anything. Just call me or visit me. Ok? I know you are lying to me. I can see the bruises. But when you are comfortable, come see me ok?" Rachel took the card and nodded quickly, stuffing the card in her shirt pocket. And with one final glance, she walked away. Spencer sighed and got up leaving a tip on the table. Once he left the diner, Spencer looked back towards it and saw Rachel staring at him from the counter. He smiled and then walked away.

Spencer was confident that she would call him. But when he saw her smile today, he was instantly reminded of someone. Someone he wanted to forget his whole life. It startled him how much Rachel looked like that girl he tutored at college. That girl that made him who he was today. An awkward, nerd who doesn't know how to communicate with other girls. Because of her, he can't hold a proper conversation with a woman he just met without having a panic attack inside. With that thought in mind he saw how Rachel and that girl were similar in physical looks. Could Rachel be adopted by the Dawsons? Spencer got up and headed towards Garcia's office.

"Hey Garcia, could you help me with something?"

"Anything for you boy wonder."

"Can you look someone up for me?"

"Ooh...who is it? A hot chick?"

"Um..no. Just this girl her name is Rachel Dawson. Can you look her up?"

Okie Dokie." Garcia replied. And with that she typed up Rachel Dawson. In an instant a window popped up, with Rachel's photo.

"Alright," Garcia began "Rachel Dawson was born on September 16, 2000. She graduated from high school just this year. Wow Reid, she's like you. Anyways she-Oh my gosh..."

"What. What's wrong?"

"She was adopted by Samantha and Matthew Dawson, who had a child before, his name was William Dawson, but he died in a car accident, three years after Rachel was born he was 12 years old. Apparently he pushed Rachel out of the street and got hit by the car instead. He died on the scene. Any way Rachel she was left on the doorstep of the hospital, with note that said her name was Rachel and that her mother died of childbirth and her grandmother didn't want to take care of her."

"Did they find out who the mom was?"Garcia typed some more.

"No they didn't."

"What's the name of the hospital?"

"Um..it's the Princeton Plainsboro in New Jersey."

"Ok thanks Garcia."

"Uh huh. Anytime!" Spencer walked out of her office. He needed to talk to Hotch for a leave of absence. Seems like he needs to take a little trip to New Jersey this weekend.