Now for the romance part! Yay! Lotsa Spencer! Bigger YAY!

Thank you for all the support, reading your comments makes me feel loved!

I don't own Criminal Minds, Jeopardy!, or REO Speedwagon's Keep On Lovin' You. (Wouldn't it be weird if I did?)

"There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other." -J. K. Rowling

Sophia had been lying on the mattress in her cell when she heard the voices. She was lying with her eyes closed, daydreaming about home, desperately trying to block out the harsh reality. She stood up and walked over to the door, putting her ear up to it. Sophia could hear shouting, not the usual cries from the other female hostages, but other voices; male voices.

She couldn't make out what was being said, but the voices were unmistakably male. This brought about a surge of hope inside of her, 'It could be someone here to save us; a police officer.' But then another thought crossed her mind: 'It might be the son-of-bitch's partner.'

Sophia heard a key turning in the lock of the door she was leaning against. She ran to the opposite wall, distancing herself from her captor who'd surely be behind the door. The door flew open. Her captor pushed a tall, lanky young man into the room. The door was then slammed and locked once again.

Sophia took in the man's appearance. She needn't have worried, he was on her side. The F.B.I. vest told her that. She looked at his face; he seemed much too young to be an F.B.I. agent. And his nose appeared to be broken, there was blood everywhere.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she led him over to the mattress. They both sat down.

"I'll be fine, it's nothing," said Reid. He saw the unbelieving look on her face, "Really!"

"Are you sure?" asked the concerned college student.

"Yeah, I don't even think it's broken. It only looks bad because there's so much blood." said Reid, trying to reassure her. "I've had much worse."

"What do you mean?" asked the girl.

"Oh, I was bullied in school." he replied nonchalantly.

"I'm sorry to hear that. How bad was it?" she said as she handed the agent a towel for his bleeding nose.

"Pretty bad, though I don't think any bullying is ever good…" he sort of chuckled, "I guess it's to be expected when you're the only twelve-year-old in high school."

"What? You were in high school at twelve?" Sophia asked awestruck.

"Yeah, I actually graduated when I was twelve." replied Reid.

"So how old are you now, if you don't mind my asking? You look too young to be in the F.B.I." said Sophia.

"I'm 23. And you're right, I'm pretty new. I think I might have set a record for youngest agent or something." said Spencer.

"So what do you do for the F.B.I.?" she asked.

"I'm a profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, we try to figure out why offenders do what they do. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, by the way." he paused. "Oh, you don't have to call me doctor or anything." he said quickly, embarrassed.

"Wait, you're a doctor? And you graduated high school at twelve? You must be some kind of genius or something!" said Sophia awestruck.

"Or something." said Reid quietly, "Yeah, I have an I.Q. of 187, an eidetic memory, and I can read twenty thousand words a minute. I hold three PhD's."

"Wow…" started Sophia, but she was quickly cut off by the young profiler.

"I'm so sorry Sophia, here I am going on and on about myself when you've been violently abducted then held hostage here for two days." said Reid, saying about a million words a minute.

"I'm fine, really, all things considered. How'd you know my name, Spencer? Can I call you Spencer?" replied Sophia.

"I know a lot about you, we do this thing called victimology, we've compiled details about you to try to figure out why you were taken." explained Reid. "Your name is Sophia Martin, you're nineteen, a student at USI, your parents are divorced, and you were valedictorian in high school. Oh, you can call me Spencer if you want, most people call me Reid."

"Wow Spencer, it's kind of scary that you know all that about me." replied Sophia.

"It's all part of my job." He searched her beautiful face. "Are you sure you're okay? That looks like a pretty nasty black eye."

"It doesn't hurt much anymore; he did that to me when I wouldn't dance with him. What all do you know about this man who kidnapped me?" said Sophia.

"His name is Charlie Marshall. We believe he's kidnapped five women who look like an unreciprocated love interest named Carrie Armstrong." Reid began.

"So that's why he called me Carrie…" said Sophia.

"Yeah, Charlie asked her to prom but she rejected him. Then he started stalking her. It eventually got so bad that she had to file a restraining order against him and move away." said Spencer.

"But why kidnap me and the others? What's the point." asked Sophia.

Reid replied, "He used you as substitutions for what he couldn't have himself. Apparently not being able to date Carrie turned Marshall's life upside-down. He abandoned his plan to go to college and lived with his parents until they retired to Florida. After that he bounced from job to job and had pretty severe depression. Two months ago he lost his job at an auto repair shop and then women in the area started going missing."

"You did a pretty good job summing that up, Spencer." Sophia laughed. "So his name is Charlie. Carrie rejected him as a prom date eh? I guess that explains why he made me dance to 'Keep on Lovin' You'."

"Well Marshall is thirty-four, he would have been in high school in the eighties, when that song was popular." laughed Reid.

"Hey it looks like you've finally stopped bleeding." Sophia remarked as she took the towel away from Reid's face. "So Mr., I mean Dr. Genius, you must be pretty good at trivia, huh?"

"I guess you could say that, I'm always irritating my coworkers with useless facts and statistics." replied the profiler.

"You think maybe you could give Ken Jennings a run for his money?" joked Sophia.

"I enjoy watching 'Jeopardy!', but I wouldn't want to be on the show." replied Reid.

"Why not? Afraid you'll kick everyone's butt?" said Sophia.

"No, I don't think I'd be comfortable being on T.V. I'm pretty socially awkward if you haven't noticed." Reid smiled.

"You're such an interesting person, anyone can see that!" encouraged Sophia. "Ya know, your name really fits you!"

"How so?" asked Reid.

"Spencer. It's a nerdy name." she replied.

Reid's face sank. "Oh thanks!" he said dejectedly.

"No! That's a compliment. Nerdy is good! Really! I like nerds. I'm a big nerd myself!" she said reassuringly.

"Oh. What are you saying, Sophia?" asked Reid. "Are you saying you like me?"

"I don't know. Am I? Why don't you profile me Dr. F.B.I.!" she said playfully.

"How am I supposed to respond to that?" said Spencer, obviously flustered.

"I like you Spencer; you're not like most guys." Sophia replied.

Reid didn't have a chance to reply as Hotch's voice could be heard through a bullhorn, cutting off their conversation.

"Charlie Marshall, F.B.I.! We know you have hostages in this building. Turn yourself in so no one gets hurt!"

"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love." -Henri B. Stendhal

I am a huge trivia fan, so I watch Jeopardy every day! Remember this story is set in 2004, so Ken Jennings was big news then. I brought up Jeopardy for 2 reasons: #1 I love it. #2 I saw a youtube video of Matthew (MGG, duh!) talking about Reid and how he thinks the Reid family would be good at Jeopardy. (No duh, Gube!)

Please Review! :)