Hi ! Here is the first chapter !

I'm sorry for the faults, but I'm a french College student without a beta ^^'

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Special Agent Spencer Reid, or Doctor Spencer Reid as he preferred, was an impatient man. Tomorrow his girlfriend would be back from her trip in Spain. It was a short one, only seven days, but yet he felt her absence on every single one.

Adria Martin had been in his life for almost a year now, and they had been dating for 6 months. It was not always perfect; Adria being frustrated and worried when his was away on a mission, Spencer sometimes not understanding her independence or need of space, but they made it work.

"Listen, you know I have to go."

"But what if you are hurt? Or worse?"

...

"Spencer, I think I will go on a walk this afternoon."

"You want me to come with you?

"No thanks. I need to be alone for a while."

He had met her initially in the library, reading at his usual spot. It was a velour chair in front of a window, always free and giving him a wonderful view on the square on the other side of the street. He had tried to asked her if she could change, but had not been able to form a coherent sentence once he took a good look at her. The woman before him was beautiful.

Not like those perfect and very false women you could see in movies or reality shows, but she had light brown hair cut just above her shoulder, light brown eyes, a pretty little nose, and a slightly round face that gave her an innocent appearance.

"Sorry but... Could you... It's just that usually... It's just a habit, really..." He could see her holding a laugh, obviously finding his display of eloquence very funny.

In the end she decided to simply on the other side of the table, now facing him.

"I'm Adria Martin, and you?" she was smiling invitingly, probably trying to put him more at ease.

"Spencer Reid." The young agent was now flushing, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

"Nice to meet you Spencer."

After that they both went back to their books, staying in an agreeable silence. Two days after and she was there again, on the opposite chair of his. It took three or four meeting before they began to talk, discussing about everything and nothing, learning to know the other. Spencer was looking forward these meetings more and more, finding a good friend in the young woman.

When he talked with his team about her, each one of them reacted in their own way. Hotch and Rossi said nothing, but had a slight smile on their lips, Derek teased him good naturally, Prentiss and JJ just congratulated him about opening to other people.

Garcia, always the mother hen, did a compete check-up of her background. What she found out was weird though. There was no record of a 'Adria Martin' in USA before recently. The only trace was in France, but it was feint, almost as if someone had tried to erase all the proofs of her existence. Then there was nothing after 2015 until two months ago.

"Really golden boy, it's scary! This girl is almost a ghost. If it wasn't for me and my wonderful talent, nobody would know a damn thing." She was obviously trying to joke, but failed to hide the concern in her voice.

"There must be an explanation Garcia." Spencer did not know who he was trying to convinced.

"Just be careful my apple pie. I don't want you to be hurt."

He did not say it to the others, wanting first to discuss it with the young woman. When he broached the subject the next day, she got angry, almost screaming that it was none of his business, before storming out. She did not come back for two days.

"What right did you have to check on me!" Her ire was visible in her eyes. She was tensed, obviously trying to not make a scene.

"I'm sorry! It's just... my friend thought it could be a good idea... And it was!" Again, he did not know who he was trying to convince.

"Oh really? Invading my private life was a good idea?"

"Just explain to me!" Now his tone was almost desperate.

"Go to hell!" Then she just turned her back on him and walk away.

When she did, she apologized, and explained everything to him. She was born in France, but when she was 20, she decided she did not like her life, could not find her happiness anywhere, and took the decision to leave it all behind her.

She looked around and finally found someone who assured her he could make completely disappeared. He gave her five different passports, Marie Argent, Aude Delacoure, … And then she left a note for her loved ones, and left, never turning back.

"My life wasn't awful, far from it. It's just... I couldn't find my place, I was always the odd one, never fitting." She shook sadly her head. "So, one day as I was drunk, I understood that that this life would kill me, unless I killed it first. And that's what I did."

Spencer understood what she meant. Fortunately for him though, Gideon had found him and gave him a place where he fitted in the end. Adria had not had this chance. But maybe now she could finally settle? After all, she had taken back her true name.

After that their friendship began to change. And little by little, feeling a of another nature began to emerge. He had been scared at first, not knowing what to do. But again, he talked about it with his, and in the end, after a few tries, he managed to invite her on a date. After that they had taken their time, not wanting to rush things.

But a month ago she had begun slowly to move in his apartment. It was before the last case, a really long and difficult one. Instead of simply waiting for him, Adria had decided to go on a trip in Spain, taking a little time for herself and decompress.

"Is it again because of the case?" Spencer asked, knowing the answer.

"I assure you it's not. I just need to move." She already seemed tired by the argument.

"I get it." He did not. He thought she had finally completely settled by now.

Now he was back, having landed the night before, and he was impatiently waiting for her to come back. He turned on the tv, wanting to see the news before heading for a store. He needed some special ingredients to make his girlfriend her favorite plate for her return.

Now that he had had time to think about it, he understood why she still needed to move, to discover the word. It was in her, like it was in him to always want to learn something new. Maybe next time he could go with her?

"... We still don't know how many hostages there is, or if they are alright. For now, we just hope there is no victims. The armed and masked individuals are currently retrenched inside The Fábrica Nacional de Moneda y Timbre, here, on the Plaza de Colón..."

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