Well, before we begin this chapter let me say: Unfortunately I can't be a people pleaser. You might ask, then why even post a story on this site? Well, that's the thing. It is to maybe entertain some people but I can't take EVERY single negative review to heart and change things up. That'll jumble the story and if indeed I have started something atrocious, I'd rather it be by my own hand than for it to have failed because I changed the story every time someone said it wasn't being done right.

Also, it WAS a self insert because I found it to be easier to start off the story that way. But now that I have the rhythm down, I can write "Lyric" as a character and not as myself.

With that out of the way...Lets start the show!

After getting back from his outing with Lyric, Spencer walked into his apartment and dropped his messenger bag by the door. He was surprised by his behavior. It's not like him to become friends with someone so easily. The kiss was sudden too. He knew it was just on the cheek but it came out of nowhere.

What's wrong with me? I should've said something, anything would have been better than bolting from her car. If I wasn't so anal about physics I'd say that I broke the sound barrier trying to get to my car.

He chuckled out loud at that thought. How preposterous. No normal human being could break the sound barrier. But with the way he rushed to get away from her, he wouldn't have been surprised if she was upset with him.

He let out a sigh and flopped onto his sofa. He'd been thinking pretty hard about the new girl at the Bureau. She was friendly enough, certainly had no problem amusing Morgan. But then again Morgan could make friends with anyone he wanted to. That was something Spencer had always envied about him. Yeah she was a fan, but he'd had experience with fans before. They were never normal, nor friendly to him. In fact he wondered most of the time why he couldn't have more normal people in his life. Why he couldn't be normal...

"...I should get to bed." With that he got up and walked to his bedroom, changing into his pajamas and brushing his teeth before climbing into his bed.

Spencer had trouble falling asleep that night. His mind wouldn't shut off, usually that was comforting but the thoughts running through his head weren't his usual facts and statistics. All he could think about was the young agent and her lips on his cheek.

The curtains are being pulled back, there's someone leaning over to kiss my cheek. Those lips feel familiar...

"Spencer. Wake up, honey. We have to get the kids on the bus and still find time to get to work. We were late two days in a row, remember?"

That voice...is it? I open my eyes and am met with dark brown eyes and a big smile. How did Special Agent Lyric get into my house? I bolt up in bed and stare at her with a shocked expression on my face. I would've screamed, no shouted, no screamed, but my vocal cords wouldn't work. How did vocal cords operate again? It has something to do with the voice box? Ah! My brain is malfunctioning.

"Lyric, what are you doing here? In my bedroom, standing over my bed?"

She lets out a giggle and presses her lips against mine. "I'm your wife, Spencer. Don't tell me you forgot the last ten years of our life."

At that I bolt from the bed and open the bedroom door, only to be met with two children who both have dark brown hair and hazel eyes. No, no, no. I can't be a father. I'm not ready for that kind of responsibility.

Spencer awoke with a start, clutching his pillow to his chest and breathing heavily. As ridiculous as it was, and he knew it really wasn't rational to react so over dramatically to a dream, he couldn't let Lyric get close to him. He wasn't ready for marriage, after Maeve he wasn't even ready for a relationship. Not a romantic one anyway, and the kiss that Lyric gave him the night before was screaming that her feelings for him were more than platonic.

"I have to stop this immediately." Spencer took a deep breath and got ready for work.

As he walked into the bullpen he looked over and saw Lyric sitting at her desk. She glanced in his direction and waved, quickly going back to her work.

Is she thinking the same thing as I am? I'm sure she realizes we don't know each other enough to get that close so hastily. I have to tell her that I just want to be friends. But wait, she's coming over here.

"Reid, can we talk?" She looked over his shoulder, smiling at Morgan, JJ and Blake who were watching the two of them. "Um...Alone, maybe?"

Spencer nodded stiffly, clearing his throat and motioning towards the break room. "Uh, yeah. We can talk in there I guess."

At that moment Hotch came out of his office, shouting to the team. "Conference room, immediately. Agent, Reid will talk to you later."

Lyric sighed and waved goodbye to the group, walking back to her desk as the other agents rushed to the conference room.

Reid sat down at the table, frowning as Morgan ruffled his hair with a chuckle.

"Hey, kid. How are you and the new girl doing? You two seemed to be getting along yesterday."

"Morgan, I know you're just trying to help but I think for now we should focus on the case." Reid smiled at his friend's frown. Sometimes it was amusing to keep him out of the loop.

Garcia walked in and began presenting the case. As hard as it was, Spencer focused his mind on the case and carried on with his job as usual. Hopefully with any luck Lyric would forget and they could both continue on like nothing happened. But nothing in Spencer's life could ever be that easy. Not ever.

The case had been solved after four long and tense days. The case was in Los Angeles, California and had started with four bodies. Men in their early thirties, dark brown hair and green eyes, and ended with a body count of six. The men had their throats slashed open while they were walking out of a local bar at night after coming home from work. They all worked at different establishments within the city but all of the companies got their supplies from the same office warehouse. (A connection made by the brilliant Penelope Garcia.) The man committing the murders was none other than local truck driver Jason Plath. He'd been fired from one of the companies about a year before and had recently gotten a job at the warehouse delivering supplies to each of the places the men worked at. After seeing the men in the very kind of workplace he'd worked in, he became angry and full of jealousy, taking out his very frustrations on those six men.

The usual plane ride home was relatively quiet, save for the occasion sound of Reid sighing as he shifted back and forth, trying to get comfortable on his usual spot. He was attempting to get some sleep but just as the case ended so did his peace of mind.

He was plagued by visions of his dream that he'd had the night he went out with Lyric. Well, not exactly go out, as in a date. More like go out, as in friends. Yes, wait, no...

"Can't get comfortable..." He grunted, sighing once again and flopping onto his back.

JJ saw her friend was struggling and got up, sitting in front of him and giving him a sympathetic look. "Spence, is everything alright? Is it the case?"

Spencer shook his head, giving a reassuring smile. "No, JJ. I'm fine. I'm just a little fidgety."

"And maybe a little nervous?" She offered. "I saw what went down with the new girl and well, if you want to talk about it I'm here. If not, try to relax before you get a headache." She chuckled and patted his leg, leaving him to his thoughts and hopefully some sleep.

"Too late to avoid the headache, perhaps I can attempt the alluding trick of sleep..." He sighed and closed his eyes for the umpteenth time.

Spencer walked into the bullpen with the same headache he'd been experiencing when he'd left before the case. He looked to see if Lyric had arrived yet and was relieved when he saw her desk empty. He was almost in the clear when he saw her walking to the lockers with a duffle bag in her hand, wearing workout clothes.

For someone so small, she doesn't seem like the workout type, yoga perhaps? She looks flexible and has more of a gymnast's body.

Spencer mentally slapped himself and continued on towards his desk. He set his messenger bag down and sat, starting on his paperwork. The work seemed to keep his mind clear of any dreams involving a certain Special Agent, which was good. But all of that flew out the window when she jogged up to Morgan while he was walking in.

"So, how was the case?" Lyric was swinging her hands in front of her and whistling.

Morgan shrugged his shoulders. "Same old, same old. It was frustrating but that's to be expected. Maybe if you help me with some of my stack, you'll learn a thing or two, rookie. Oh, and WHAT are you wearing?"

Lyric gave herself a once over and frowned. "What do you mean?" She was wearing a black t-shirt, grey skirt with black tights and black velvet creepers. "I look adorable, at least I think so."

"What do you think, Pretty Boy?"

They'd made it to Morgan's desk by then and were looking at Reid with expecting expressions. Lyric looked a bit nervous at the prospect of him judging her outfit and kept fiddling with the bracelet on her small wrist.

"Uh, I think she looks darkly nice. It doesn't match her usual disposition though." Reid let a small smile spread across his face. He noted the mirroring smile Lyric had on her face as she realized what he'd said.

"Thanks, Reid. See Morgan? Reid thinks I look adorable." She lightly and playfully punched Morgan in the shoulder, making the older agent laugh.

"Alright, Pretty Boy gave the vote of confidence so I'll lay off. But, maybe you could come with us on our next case. Are you planning on doing some field work?"

Lyric thought a moment and nodded her head, glancing at Reid for his reaction. "Yeah, that's actually why I've been doing so much working out. I was thinking of going back to the academy and do the course again. Since they change it every day I thought it'd be fun."

"Talk to Hotch, he might let you do your remedial training with us. Or at least tag along for a couple cases." Morgan smiled and sat down at his desk, getting started on his paperwork. Lyric looked around for a second and snatched half of Morgan's stack.

"Hey, uh, you can't really-"

"Let me. I don't mind." She quickly went to fetch her chair from her desk and pulled it over, doing the work in comfortable silence, though she began to hum and sing a bit after a while, she was a bit off key but Reid couldn't help but listen in to the words.

"...Our tears will dissolve into thin air. As we drink up this wonderful life. La la la la la la la la~ taking in all this sweet love and life." She hummed the rest of the song; Morgan nudged Reid with his foot, making the genius look up from his own stack of paperwork.

He gave Morgan a look that said, Keep it closed. The older agent chuckled, getting back to his own work.

The bullpen had been quiet while everyone worked; the silence welcomed and comfortable. Reid went through his stack of paperwork rather quickly; yawning and getting up to get some coffee so he could stay awake.

Lyric saw that Reid was walking to the break room and cleared her throat, handing Morgan the last of the folders she'd finished, getting up as well.

As she walked in she knocked gently on the doorframe. "I decided to announce myself this time. Look, needless to say, we need to talk about what happened. Reid I-."

"Lyric, I don't even know your real name. We don't even really know each other. We got dinner together, once. Without opening up old wounds, let me just be fair here. I just went through a very traumatic experience date wise and professional wise. As common psychology will tell you, I shouldn't be dating. Usually I'd be telling you exactly why it's a bad idea but my mind hasn't exactly been the same since. To be honest it's a little bizarre for you to like me, that way. Look at me, I'm not really someone girls fall for. So let's avoid the inevitable. We should keep this professional."

Lyric stood there in the doorway, not knowing what to say. Besides a soft, "But, we..I thought we were gonna be friends."

"The proper grammar would be, 'Going to be friends.', and as much as I would like to have you as a friend, that can't happen right now."

She pressed the issue, stepping closer to him. "Why not? All I'm asking for is friendship, I don't want you to marry me. And lets talk about what happened for a second. Yes, I kissed you on the cheek but I felt bad about it. And don't jump to conclusions, I for your information, think you're very attractive, but it wasn't fair of ME to put you in that, this predicament. We can be friends, I'm fine with that. Calm down, dude. You're going to have a damn aneurism with all this stress."

She got her coffee and shook her head, patting his shoulder and walking back to her seat beside Morgan.

Reid furrowed his brows and got his filled mug, mostly sugar with added coffee, and took a drink.

I don't feel too good about this woman. Something's not quite right about her.

AN: Now now now, firstly I would like to thank my first reviewer. Thank you so much for saying you love it. Or at least the first chapter.

Now that I've thanked you, dear. I would like to address some things.

Anon, just so you understand me at all. You made some assumptions about me. (And we all know that little saying about assumptions...) So let me address some of those.

1. I'm very grounded within reality. My mental state is well.

2. I like being different but I don't incessantly try oh so hard to be as you pointed out.

3. When I said fan, I meant that the character had read some of his pieces. That one was my bad for not clarifying.

4. Oh and, I'm not one of those people who wants to be Japanese. I love Asian culture as a whole and appreciate it, but I enjoy my nationality just well. I know my name basically says "LyricLoveLove". I meant for it to look that way.

5. I love all kinds of music, I chose Kesha because that's what I was listening to. Her weirdness won't be fully revealed until later. It was the first chapter, the character was young. (Story development wise, that is.) Give it some time, darling.

I appreciate the latter part of your review but, at the risk of sounding a bit...like I'm taking it too personally. I'm not, I just wanted to make sure my initial appearance didn't leave a bad taste in your mouth. I can see why you'd think those things but that's not me at all. I wished you were logged in, I would like to actually talk with you. You seem proud of your heritage and where you come from, I admire that. I find it noble for you to stand up for who you are. You seem fairly interesting.

But enough of my post chapter rambling. I promise this shall be the first and last time this ever happens.

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