R&R

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Amy entered the BAU in Virginia, which was about two hours away from her home. Her visitors badge was attached to the bottom of her shirt and she looked around. Biting her lip, she walked up to a blonde woman who wore a very pretty floral pattern dress with tights and heels.

"Excuse me?" she said in a small voice. The woman turned around, pushing her glasses back up her nose, smiling.

"Yes?" the woman said.

"Uhm, I'm looking for a Spencer Reid?" Amy said as if it were a question. In reality, it was a fact.

"I think he's finishing up a case," the woman answered.

"Oh," was all she could seem to say.

"He should be back with the rest of 'em soon."

"Is there a place I could sit and wait?" Amy asked, trying not to sound grave in the least.

"Uhm, yeah," the woman said, looking around. "There's a break room right down the hall."

"Thanks," Amy said, nodding. She turned and began to go when the woman said something else.

"My name's Penelope." Amy turned back to the woman she now knew as Penelope.

"I'm Amy," she said.

"Nice to meet you, Amy," Penelope said, smiling and nodded, then walked away. Amy turned and did the same.

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Why do you look so familar?
I could swear the I have seen your face before
I think I like that you seem sincere
I think I'd like to get to know you a little bit more
I think there's something more
Life's worth living for

Amy sat in the break room, freshly opened Mountain Dew in hand, bobbing her head to Avril Lavigne's "Who Knows". She looked up at the clock and saw that it was almost five. She huffed, pulled the ear phones out of her ears and grabbed her stuff, leaving the room. She was walking past the bullpen when she saw him, sitting at his desk, writing and placing things in folders. Amy pulled the folded picture out of her back pocket and headed towards his desk. The man across the way looked up as she approached. He raised his eyebrows at her and she tried to ignore him.

"Excuse me," she said to the man sitting in front of her. He looked up, confused, as she handed him the folded picture. "Thank you," and with that, she turned on her heel and left. Spencer Reid opened it and a paper fell out. He read it quickly and flew out of his seat after the girl with the paper clutched in his hand. He caught up with Amy outside. He grabbed her arm, and spun her around to face him.

"Is this true?" he said as if it couldn't be, it shouldn't be. But somewhere deep inside, he knew it was.

"Yes," she said, a bit ashamed. She just wanted to know hiim. She just wanted to know the truth. Her eyes met his and he smiled at her. She smiled back, knowing that it would be okay.

"How did you find me?" he asked now, curious.

"You and the BAU are famous," she replied. "It wasn't that difficult." He nodded knowingly and looked away. "So... what now?" He looked at her.

"We get to know each other."