Hey guys and gals!
Thanks for the love and the story alerts! Day three for you guys!
I hope you like this one. More background information on Rica, and just weird Reid!
I do not own Criminal Minds Just Rica er well Nica. Thank you!
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Day 3.

It was 8:00am on the dot when Dr. Spencer Reid walked into the same coffee shop he has been going to for over a year. This morning his mood was high. Ever since yesterday after Morgan and him got back the team had a break through with the case. Hopefully the case would be done by the end of the day, or least at end of the week.

His eyes roamed the area as he bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. It was at that moment when Rica caught his attention. She perked up jut a bit by the look of him in a button down shirt and sweater.

"Doctor, nice to see you this fun morning." Rica smiled lazily. He could just tell the fake smile from her real one by now. She at least tried to be happy when he came in, and it made him a bit happier. Reid could tell she tried this morning to look dressed up. Her hair pulled back into a messy bun as small burnt ends stuck out. The baseball cap looked extra big on her as she stared up at him from underneath the brim.

"Good morning Rica." Reid pressed his lips into a tight smile.

"Veronica!" the same voice from yesterday called out to the barista.

Rica snarled to herself, and rolled her eyes again as she looked up at Reid. The boy from yesterday came right up to her. He stole a nervous glance at Reid then at the girl who he needed. In rapid Spanish he spoke to her, and Reid could tell she was not amused.

"Doctor, I'm sorry, I'll be right back." She sighed with a side smirk.

Reid gave her a tired smile back. The nightmares have been getting worse, and he wished the case would end soon. After the breakthrough they had today, Reid would be leaving here and going to interview a suspect. After a deep breath his ears caught the sound of glass breaking. When he looked up Rica was coming back with a cup of coffee in hand and a half smirk on her face.

"Don't ask, cause I can't care." She breathed.

Reid nodded and leaned against the counter. He took a sip of his coffee and awkwardly smiled up at Rica who seemed to study him. The profiler should be doing that, not a barista. He squirmed underneath her gaze and shuffled just a bit.

"Doctor do you have a second?" she asked.

Reid was startled by the question, and looked at her with a quizzical look. He stole a glance at his watch and took a deep breath. He was suppose to be in by nine to interview the unsub. Though for some reason he couldn't give a care in the world. He guessed it was the lack of sleep and how much he wanted a break from this case.

"Um, Sure." He smiled up at her and took a sip of the drink. He was happy for the moment even if it was because he felt caffeine running through his veins.

"Good. I need to take a 10, I've been here since 6." She sighed.

"Sounds good to me."

"Give me a minute." Rica chuckled, and disappeared into the back.

Reid kept his eyes down at his coffee as he heard more Spanish being thrown out there. He had never heard her speak anything but English and he found himself smiling.

"It's just 10 minutes." Rica came out from the back and chuckled, "I might just take a 20 then if your going to be this way to me. Look Jerry, there is no one here. I think I deserve to spend some time with a friend."

Spencer looked up from his cup and saw Rica smile as she said the word friend. He knew that he didn't have many friends, hence why people around him always told him their secrets. The BAU was more like a family, and growing up the way he did it was hard to make friends when you are the only twelve-year old who graduated high school.

"Veronica, I said you couldn't go." Reid heard a man whose accent was slight compared to Rica's.

Rica rolled her eyes and looked back at the man who came out from the back. His short stature matching hers, their eyes in a staring contest that she knew could last for at least an hour.

"And what are you going to do fire me?" Rica chuckled and glanced back at him.

The man took a deep breath as the whole scene was in front of Reid. He didn't want to look like he didn't know how to handle his staff. Rica raised a brow to him, and scoffed walking away.

"That is what I thought." She muttered.

She stole a glance at Reid and gave him a smirk. He noted that she was important in this shop, but at the same time he could tell by the way she breathed out when he walked away that she had never done that before. Rica threw her hat off and shook her hair out from the tight space that it was held in.

Reid watched her as she rolled her neck to the side. She went over to the counter and was about to jump over before she looked over her shoulder at her boss. Rica chuckled to herself and decided to walk over. Reid noticed it was the first time he has ever seen her in a full body view.

Rica stood at 5ft, and Reid swore she was taller behind the counter. Her hazel eyes watched his as he scanned her body. Her upper body was small and slim, her chest a medium size. As for the rest of her it was the body of a child; flat as a board. Her jeans were baggy and almost falling off her hips, and her dark blue t-shirt was snug

"Doctor?" Rica called him out of his daze. Her fingers snapped in his face. Reid looked up at her and gave her an awkward smile, "Has anyone ever told you that you are a bit weird?"

"All the time." Reid laughed to himself as his hands found his pocket once more.

Rica nodded and grabbed her ice tea from behind the counter, and the cup of coffee she made before. Once handed to him she walked out of the doors and took a deep breath. Rica felt like she had just be let out of a cage.

The pair sat down on the cold bench. It was still early enough to have the mist outside. Rica craned her neck to feel the sun on her face. It was times like this did she miss being home on her island laid out on the beach. She felt now as if Costa Rica was so far away, and she hated being far from her family.

Reid tilted his head and looked at her with curiosity. For one year he never knew the girl who made his coffee, and just as he was about to open his mouth Rica was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry, but for some reason after seeing that you had another person with you. I don't know why, but I really don't know much about you. I know your name is Spencer Reid and that you work at the BAU. You're a name and a job to me, and I don't like it." She chuckled and looked into Reid's eyes. It was one of the first times he has ever heard her say his name. He just hated that saying her name made him feel weird. He cursed in his mind that

He couldn't help but to laugh along with her, but after the past week he was so tired that he couldn't think of anything to say. Reid raised his hand to rub his eyes, and tried to get the lack of sleep out of his mind. It was too bad that Rica caught on.

"You okay?" she asked, "I mean I've been looking at your for the past few days and I have to say, you look like shit." Rica muttered the last part. If there was one thing Spencer learned about the barista it was that she was just as perceptive as him.

Reid was taken back by her bluntness, but he couldn't help on how he looked, because he knew he felt that way. He was surprised that she studied him as much as he had studied her. He didn't know if it was refreshing or scary that someone was doing the profiling.

"The case that we are working on just isn't getting through. I've been up for the past two days. Little to no sleep, hence why coffee is my best friend." Spencer muttered as he looked down at his coffee. He didn't know if he should tell her about the nightmares.

Rica brushed her foot by accident against his, and Reid was the only one that noticed. His face turned bright red, and Rica tilted her head with a sip of ice tea. The doctor was an odd character, but for some reason she just liked being around him. His oddball actions and personality was funny to her.

"Serial killer?" Rica's eyes lit up as she spoke. Her chin rested on her hand as a cat like grin crawled on her face. Reid didn't know if he should be happy that she was interested or scared.

"Yeah, woman unsub that likes the torture men and castrate them." Reid usually never talked about a case, but it seemed that she was interested enough for him to say a little about something.

"Wow, and I thought having a new trainee was stressful. I mean you men are getting your junk cut off by some crazy woman." Rica couldn't help but to chuckle.

"I noticed from yesterday. You didn't look very happy." Reid looked up at her and smirked. Quietly he sipped on his coffee as Rica felt the blood surge through her body.

"Yeah, my manager just wanted me to sit there and not do anything at all. It was driving me up a wall." She muttered and shook her bottle of ice tea in frustration.

"Sounds it."

"I'm sorry, it's just frustrating but it seems that your problems are bigger than mine." She bit her lip, and rested her head on the table.

Some of her black hair brushed on his hand, the smell of her shampoo filled his nose. Some strange part of him wanted to touch the small strands, but he refrained. When Rica lifted her head she couldn't help but to smile at him.

Reid started to talk a little more about the case and Rica looked at him with interest. She couldn't believe the things he has gone through, and for once she actually felt scared for him. The barista tilted her head as he told her more about the case. Rica couldn't help but to be interested in the situation.

"Nightmares have been getting at me too." He stammered out finally. If he talked about the case with her, he could tell her about the nightmares that have plagued his mind.

"I'm into that kind of stuff. Kind of in my blood I guess you can say." She muttered, "What are they about?"

Reid took another sip of coffee. His leg twitched underneath the table as he glanced up at the girl. Rica just sat and awaited his answer,

"Just…dead people. It is mostly children staring up at me with dead, cold eyes. When I try to help or reach out they grab me. It makes me feel like I am stuck in a bad zombie movie sometimes. Sad part is that it's every night with different faces." Reid spoke. He hated when he would think back on his dreams because it made him feel out of character. It was something that he couldn't control, which made him mad.

Rica nodded and took another sip. She never has something like that, but she knew what it was like to have nightmares. That was the one thing she continues to have still, and she has been in America for about five years. When she picked up her hand Reid's eyes glanced at her wrist to see a small symbol tattooed.

"You have batman on your wrist?" he questioned, which made her face light up.

"Yes he is m fictional lover." She couldn't help but to laugh at her own statement, "He—"

"Veronica!" a males voice bellowed out. The short man from before came outside and stared down at the pair. His voice was shrill as he started to yell at Rica in Spanish.

The girl rolled her eyes and got up. Her eyes scanned Reid's face all the way down to his cup of coffee.

"Come on, just yours or every ones today Doctor?"

"Just mine."

Rica nodded and threw her hands in her back pockets as she walked away. Reid just sat there confused when he realized he didn't pay,

"Rica, wait I have to pay!" he called out to her.

"I don' know what you are talking about." She answered back with a wave of her hand.

"Tomorrow Rica?" Spencer called out to her once more.

"Same time, same place Doctor." She peered over her shoulder to him, "Oh and by the way 'He's like me- a loner, yet he and his partner make a perfect team.' Maybe you will know that."

End of Day 3.