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Class that day was the most tedious I had dealt with in this assignment. I don't miss the days when I was a legitimate student in college. I don't miss the homework and the constant studying and note taking. I have to concentrate. I have to keep my grades up. I have to be able to stay here with a legitimate reason.

My mind kept going back to Dr. Reid. He was so much better looking in person than in the films I had watched or on the camera in my room. His eyes have a sparkle that you don't see from a distance. His smile is radiant when he allows himself to feel happy. My hand kept going to the cheek he had kissed like I was some kind of lovesick teenager that would refuse to wash that side of my face for the rest of my life.

Why did he kiss me? It wasn't like him to do that. I know… I have seen and read everything there is to read on this man. I know that he is painfully shy. So why did he do that? I go around with this question in my head for the rest of the day. I finally realize that I'm making myself crazy, and I decided not to dwell on it.

I had to decide how to progress with our "relationship." Stanford was going to want an update on this tonight and I didn't know what to say. I can't just knock Spencer over the head and drag him off to the cave as it were. Of course Stanford would say, "Why not," but then he is only a man.

I took the train back to my apartment and got home by three pm. I don't know why I haven't told him that I live right above him. He's going to find out sooner or later. Maybe… I'll pretend to run into him in the laundry or something.

Homework seemed to take forever today. I find myself looking at the monitors every ten minutes wondering when Reid is going to come home. It's getting really late and I can't help but wonder if he had to go out of town on a case. Yeah… that's probably what happened, he had to go out on a case and he won't be back for a couple of days. I tried to go back to my paper on Henry the eighth, but I couldn't seem to concentrate. I know all the material of course, but that wasn't the problem.

I don't like this… I don't like it at all. I never have trouble concentrating on a job or getting it done for the Director. I got up from my computer and started to pace all over the room just like Reid does when he's distressed. This would not do. It would not do at all!

I made myself sit down and finish the essay. It wasn't my best, but it would have to do. I had no time to write it again. I had to plan my next move with Spencer. He'd been kidnapped before so it was my opinion, and the Director had agreed much to the chagrin of Stanford, that forcing Reid into the agency wouldn't work. His will was strong, strong enough to overcome a drug addiction and post traumatic stress disorder. He had to enter the agency of his own free will or the BAU would never stop looking for him.

I went back to the monitors, but he wasn't there. Where was he? What case was he working on now? Was he okay? Of course he is okay, I told myself very sternly. It was time to get some sleep. I had to overcome this insomnia, or my mind would be even more clouded than it already was. I went to bed.

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The next morning came after long hours of tossing and turning. I got up and made a cup of very strong coffee and went to the monitors. Reid wasn't in his bed and it didn't look like it had been slept in. It was only five thirty in the morning, but he wasn't there. I told myself for the tenth time that he was most likely on a case.

I went to Starbucks and waited to see him there, but he didn't come into the store that morning. I was late for my first class, not that it mattered, I couldn't concentrate on what my economics professor was saying anyway.

After school I went back to the Starbucks to wait for him, but he didn't come in that afternoon either. I went back to my apartment and watched the monitors till I fell asleep in front of them and woke up three hours later with a headache, and screaming pain in my neck from sleeping with my head on my arms.

This went on for a week and I was starting to think that the BAU was on to the Agency's attempts to "recruit," Spencer and they decided to disappear. Then I realized that this was ridiculous. If that were the case then I would have been recalled by Stanford to home base. No call came in except for my nightly check up from the Agency. Stanford said to standby and wait for "the target," to reappear. I waited and two days later Reid came home.

I woke up that morning and went to the monitor. He was there, but he wasn't alone. Some woman with her hair in pig tails was there. She had been sleeping on the couch I could see, so she wasn't a girlfriend, right? She was just a friend. I brought up the photographs and names of the team, and saw that this was Penelope Garcia. She was wearing a hot pink robe and bunny slippers.

I flipped over to Spencer's room. He was still in bed. I watched Ms Garcia enter the room and begin to talk to him. I could see that his face was bruised. Something had happened just like I thought it had. What was it? Was he kidnapped again, like in Georgia, or did something else happen? I decided to turn on the microphones I planted there. I didn't want to listen in, but I had to know what happened and how it would affect my plans for him. I turned on the volume.

"… Don't fight me baby cakes. I'll make breakfast for both of us and by the time we're finished, Morgan will be here to take over for me."

"Garcia… I don't need a full time babysitter. I can get around on my own."

"No you can't… the doctors said that the only way for you to get out of the hospital and come home was for one of us to take care of you. Those bruised ribs and concussion need to heal, so you are going to stay still and let us take care of you."

I could see that Reid was blushing, but I could also tell that he was pleased that she was fussing over him. Has anyone ever fussed over him before, or is this new to him. It looked like it was. It made me sad and I had to remind myself that I don't care. He's just another assignment for me.

"So… what do you want to eat?" Garcia was saying to him.

"Coffee," He said.

"No… you're going to have something more than your favorite addiction. Now… what will it be?'

He wanted to argue with her I could see, but he didn't. I had only acquainted myself with her in the last five minutes and I could tell that you didn't mess with her. She was like a mama wolf with her cubs.

She talked him into eggs and pancakes, and I watched him eat them from a tray that she brought to his room while she ate from a tray while sitting in the easy chair across from his bed.

I forgot about school that day. It didn't matter. Penelope Garcia left an hour later when Derek Morgan knocked on the door. I listened to them flirt for ten minutes before she left. Morgan stayed for six hours and then a young blond woman replaced him. Her name was JJ and I saw from my research that she was the media specialist for the team, and the one that had gone to the Henkel farm with Reid. She stayed till late and I fell asleep listening to them talk.

Reid was hurt on the case when they were apprehending the suspect. They talked about how the man had struggled with Hotch and the gun he'd been carrying. Unfortunately, Reid had been knocked into the wall and then down a flight of stairs. He was lucky that there were no broken bones. They got the suspect into custody and Reid had stayed in the hospital for two days because of his injuries.

Three days later, he was ready to go back to work. I was just getting out of the shower, when my phone rang. I didn't look at the caller ID and was surprised to hear Spencer on the other end.

"Hello…"

"Ah… hi Amy… I'm sorry I haven't called you. I hope you aren't mad, but I was on a case and…"

"It's okay Spencer… I know what you do for a living. I don't mind. I was a little concerned if you were okay.

"Oh… yeah… well I did get a little hurt, but it's nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure you're okay," I asked.

"Yes… but I wanted to see you again. Do you think we could get together this afternoon after work? I'm on desk duty till Hotch says I'm okay to go back to the field."

"Who's Hotch," I asked?

"Oh… he's my boss at the BAU."

"Oh… well sure I'd like to get together again. Where do you want to meet?"

"Do you know the outdoor market in Arlington?"

"Yeah… I can find it."

"Okay… I'll see you there."