A/n hello everyone. Here is the next chapter for you. Thanks again to all my wonderful reviewer. You make me smile!

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I slept very little last night. The insomnia is getting worse and worse. I found myself at the monitors watching Reid sleep at three in the morning. Night vision cameras set the scene in black and bright green. It made him seem as if he weren't real. It was strange, and alien, and wonderful. He slept and I stayed wide awake with one hand touching the screen just over where his face should be. Why do I feel such an urge to protect him? It was a very dangerous urge. I had to get my emotions under control and remember that from now on, whether I like it or not, he belongs to the Director, just as I do. If I ever forget that then I am dead, and so is Dr. Reid.

I didn't even realize that I had gone to sleep. The old nightmare came back. She was hitting me again and telling me that I was a little bitch. She told me that it was my fault that my father had left her alone. She hit me so hard across the face that I passed out. I must have been about five years old. It's the first clear memory that I have.

"You little bitch? It's your fault. Your father left because of you. He never wanted to be a father. You just can't behave can you?"

The hand came down across tender flesh, leaving a red welt that stood out against the white skin.

"Mommy… Please don't hurt me!"

"Shut up you little whore! I hate you!" The large, rough hand came down again, and again. The pain was everything, it was her entire world. Her face was burning. There was nothing that would make the pain go away.

"I should have gotten rid of you the moment they told me I was pregnant." The rough hands grabbed her under the shoulders and hauled her up.

"No… Mama… Please don't make me go there!"

The hands hauled her kicking, and screaming down the hallway to the closet. The walls were an ugly purple wall paper with green leaves. They looked like they could come to life and strangle her. "No… Mama… NO…."

"Shut you're mouth or you'll stay here forever."

The hands pushed her into the closet. She hit the floor, and crashed one shoulder hard into the wall. The hands pulled her around and the woman slapped her again. Her face hurt so badly and she felt so dizzy and sick.

"Let's see if sitting here in the dark alone will make you behave bitch," Her mother stepped back and slammed the door, leaving her in the dark.

I woke up trying to scream, but I couldn't; only air would leave my lungs. I was bent over the desk in front of the monitors. I could here a keening, mewling sound and tried to make it stop by closing my mouth tightly and my eyes, but it didn't stop. I opened my eyes in the dark and saw on the monitors that Spencer was twisting, and turning and groaning in his sleep. I have seen him dealing with nightmares every night for the past week. I want to go knock on his door and hold him till the nightmares are gone, but I can't do that. Not yet. I have to be strong and patient. I hope that when he is with us at the agency that… No… I can't indulge in those kinds of feelings! I clenched my hands into fists and felt the bite of my nails on the palms of my hands. I have to be strong!

I touched the screen again, and he seems to calm down as if he could feel the touch of my hands. Tomorrow is the day that we will meet and talk. I'm so excited. I hope this will go well. Stanford called me again and he wants an update. He had the audacity to tell me that someone else would be sent in my place if I didn't succeed in my mission…

My heart rate had finally slowed down. It seemed like just watching Spencer and knowing that he was so close was enough to have a calming influence on me. I wanted it to stay that way all the time. I don't want to have any more nightmares. I don't want him to have any more nightmares.

Damn it Amy! Get your head together and do the job you were sent here to do!

I went to bed and tried to go back to sleep. All I could do was toss and turn. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her, or Dr. Reid.

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My alarm went off an hour later, just as I was dropping off to sleep. I wanted to stay where I was, but I had to be up and ready to meet Dr. Reid at seven thirty. I had to be out of the apartment before him. He couldn't know just yet that we live in the same apartment building.

It took me twenty minutes to go through my small wardrobe and find something to wear. I kept thinking that I should just get dressed and go. I knew from my research that Dr. Reid was un-likely to notice what I was wearing. Still… I wanted to look good for him. If I was going to make him fall in love with me, I had to be smart and act the part.

I decided that since it was morning and it was coffee that jeans and a tee shirt would be okay. I put on my newest pair of dark blue jeans and a pink tee shirt. I tucked it in and slipped on plain white socks and shoes. I was thinking I should put on mismatched socks, but then again that would be too obvious even for Spencer.

I grabbed my denim jacket and messenger bag, taking care to make sure my school books were inside. I left the apartment at seven and headed out to the bus stop. I got to Starbucks fifteen minutes early and got a table. I realized that my hands were shaking, and I had to get out a text book and read to calm down the thumping in my heart.

Reid was on time. I thought that he'd be nervous and late. He came into the café and looked around he saw me sitting there and went pink in the cheeks. I wanted to laugh at his discomfiture, but I couldn't do it.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi Spencer…"

"May I sit down," he asked.

"Yeah…"

He sat down and stared at my messenger bag as though it was going to explode. "Do you want anything to drink?" I asked him, hoping that he would look up at me.

"Oh… ah… yeah… Why don't I go get us something? What do you want?" He stood up so fast it was like he'd sat on a pinecone.

"Hey… I asked you, which means it's my treat," I told him trying and failing not to laugh.

"But don't I -"

"Just sit down and relax Dr. Reid. I'm going to get the coffee." I refused to let him argue with me. He stayed in his chair and I went to the line that was getting pretty long.

I looked back at him while I was waiting and saw his head bent over something on the table in front of him. Most of the other tables were bare as everyone that was in the café, was getting coffee to go. I knew that Reid didn't have to be into work till nine am, and that was plenty of time to get things started.

It took longer than I wanted, but I was finally able to get a couple of large coffees for us and get back to our table. I walked back and was going to say something to Reid, but I noticed that he was bent over a book reading faster than I'd ever seen. I knew of his talents, but I've never seen him sit and read a book.

"Is it good?" I said sitting down.

He jumped and knocked the book off the table. It hit the floor with a loud thud, or it would have been loud if the store hadn't been so crowded with so many voices. Once more I had the urge to laugh, but I held it back. I didn't want to hurt his feelings and he was so cute when embarrassed. I watched him go red in the face and then duck down to pick up the book. He straightened up and looked at me where I had sat down with the cups of coffee.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to startle you. I didn't realize that you were so engrossed in your book." I looked at the cover and saw that he was reading Great Expectations.

"It's okay. I'm not used to having company for coffee." He smiled shyly up at me and I was stunned by the depth of innocence in his eyes. How could he still be innocent after everything he'd seen in his job?

"Ah y-yeah…. I c-can see that," Why was I stuttering.

"Hey… I'm the one that's s-supposed to s-stutter."

I laughed, and then he looked at me with eyes that were as dark and deep as the night sky. Then he laughed and the spell was broken. "Yeah… I guess you are." I admitted after taking a sip of the hot beverage in front of me. "Well I guess the ice is broken." I said. "Can you tell me anything about what you do?"

He explained as much as he could, completely unaware that I already knew the outcomes of every single one of his cases. I pretended to drink my coffee. He drank all of his and was looking longingly at the counter when I slipped a peek at my watch.

"Listen Spencer… I have to go to class."

He turned back to me and he looked really disappointed. I was glad to see that in his eyes. It would make things easier if we hit it off.

"Um…" He was going red in the face again and his hands were playing with his empty coffee cup. "I - ah… I know we didn't get to talk for very long and I have been looking forward to this all week. I wish you could stay."

"I know… I wish I could too, but I have to go." Oh God… I wanted to stay.

"Ok…" His face fell nearly to his shoes. "Can we see each other again?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah… that would be nice." He got out of his chair and we left the café together.

"Spencer… Ride with me to my stop. I'm getting off to change trains before you get to your stop for Quantico."

"Okay…"

He rode with me and when I got to my stop for Georgetown University, he kissed me on the cheek which surprised us both.

"Call me…" I yelled at him after he dashed away.

He nodded and smiled that incredible smile, before disappearing into the crowd, as though he never been there.