So, here's the second chapter!

I really wanna thank everyone who has taken the time to read this :}
Do review! So I'll know if there's any mistakes I need to work on :)

Disclaimer: If I owned Criminal Minds, I'd be off frolicking with the residential genius instead of living out my fantasy in words.

xx neoncrayons.

"What're you reading, Reid?"

Emily Prentiss asked her co-worker as she stepped out of the break-room with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Dressed sharply in a woman's suit paired with a head of straight dark brown hair, Prentiss worked as a Supervisory Special Agent and Profiler of the Behavioral Analysis Unit in the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

"Mind your mind."

Her colleague and BAU's residential genius profiler and youngest agent on the block, Spencer Reid answered, turning the hardcover book such that the embossed title was facing Prentiss. As usual, he was clad in a neatly pressed dress shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks accompanied with brown wavy hair pulled neatly behind his ears. Everything about Reid screamed studious, or in a more common term, 'nerdy'.

"Interesting title," Prentiss raised her dark eyebrows in amusement and nodded, taking a sip from her coffee mug.

"Did you know your brain consists of about 100 billion neurons? That's about 166 times the number of people on this planet. If you were to count each and every one of them individually, it would take you approximately 171 years to complete the counting." Reid rattled off yet another fact that he had read from one of the many books in his collection. "That's provided you don't miss count, or you're going to have to take longer than that."

"And it looks like I won't be counting mine anytime soon," Special Agent Derek Morgan commented when he walked passed Reid's cubicle, catching snippets of his random burst of fact. Morgan was the stereotypical image anyone would picture when the words 'Special Agent' come to mind. He was tall, dark and muscular, with a good level of determination and charm to be called a 'Lady's man' by Reid.

The loud 'ding' of the elevator behind them captured the trio's attention amidst their casual conversation. It was mid-day, and mails for the team would have already arrived in the morning, unless it was a new case for the team. But even so, they'd have been notified by JJ, who was normally in charge of giving out new cases to them.

"That doesn't look like a new case to me," Morgan whispered, eyeing the lady whom had just stepped out of the elevator.

"She looks out of place… lost even." Prentiss added as she profiled the woman. It was a habit that can't be helped when you have a job as a profiler. You can't control the action of profiling a stranger you've just met or anyone around you for that matter.

Reid eyed the stranger's clothes silently – an oversized grey tunic worn over a pair of black leggings, lace-up oxfords and a bright red beanie adorned her dark brown hair. Her bag, a slouchy and oversized off-white carrier was slung over her shoulders, completing the 'baggy and oversized' look she was most likely aiming for. She does look a tad bit out of place for wearing that outfit and standing in the federal office.

Suddenly, it was as if the stranger could sense their eyes staring curiously at her back. Slowly but surely, she turned on her heels from the bulletin board she was reading and raised her brows in surprise. Her clear blue eyes blinked several times at the sight of the three agents staring at her intently, before a soft, friendly smile crept up her rosy cheeks.

"Hello. Erm… I'm looking for Aaron? Aaron Hotchner?" She asked, walking towards the trio. Only when she had turned around did they notice the bottle of Snapple apple juice held in her hands.

Her nails, Reid noticed, were filed into a nice blunt square shape that just about touched the tip of her fingers. They were painted a bright red colour that cast a stark contrast to the fairness of her skin. In most cases, Reid would have been scared off or slightly skeptical of the bright colour on the nails of women he had met during cases – who most of the time, were prostitutes who were murdered or brought in for questioning. But somehow, one way or another, the red complimented the stranger well.

"Do you have an appointment with him?"

"Uh, yes." The lady answered awkwardly as she stared at Morgan. "I'm actually supposed to meet him yesterday, but apparently you guys were still on a case and I was still in Paris. So we had to reschedule it and everything…"

Her quiet voice trailed off as she nodded her head in affirmation to the unexpected explanation. Then, looking away from the bewildered agents, her clear blue eyes flickered around the office, taking sight of the numerous cluttered cubicles and leaving an awkward silence in her wake.

"Here, I'll bring you to him," Prentiss offered, seeing as the other two agents were content with just gawking at the stranger. Straightening her posture from where she was leaning against Reid's cubicle, she walked towards the metal stairs leading up to the second level. "He's up in his office."

When both the girl and Prentiss were gone, Morgan let out a low chuckle while Reid simply shrugged and turn back to his book.

"Good sense of fashion, superbly blue eyes and a nice floaty voice," Morgan commented as his dark eyes stayed at the spot the stranger had been standing on. He turned to Reid with a confused expression.

"What in the world is that species doing here in FBI?"

It was close to a half hour later, Reid noted, when the strange lady walked out of BAU's Unit Chief, Agent Aaron Hotchner's officer and back down the bullpen. The loud clacking of her oxfords' against the metal steps brought him out of his reading, where he was about to start on the second last page of the book.

Reid's eyes appraised the relaxed smile on her face as she walked down the stairs, holding the straps of her too big bag tightly due to it bouncing against her body with every step she took. He turned away from the stranger and stared at the embossed letter 'D' on the cover of his book before drifting off to his thoughts and wonders as to why such a 'species' (as Morgan had so endearingly called the lady), was doing here in a federal office.

He had ruled out the possibility of her filing for a new case, seeing as she had stepped out of Hotch's office with a smile. Most of the non-agents that had requested a meeting with Hotch came out of his office crying or with a green tinged face, which was the result from them fearing for their safety. The stranger however, was looking too relax and at ease, and that was hardly possible for someone who had a killer threatening their lives.

'She could be a friend of Hotch,' Reid thought. 'It makes more sense. She referred to Hotch using his first name and she wasn't here to report a case for sure. '

The genius profiler was pulled out of his thinking, when the murmuring of a soft voice sounded from in front of him.

"Huh?"

Reid looked up from where he was spacing out at and saw a pair of clear blue eyes right in front of his own brown orbs. He jumped back in absolute shock, both at the close proximity and the intensity of the stare while a tiny smile played across the strange lady's face.

Reid cleared his throat awkwardly. "Erm. Sorry, I wasn't uh… paying attention."

"I said this is a good book," She poked at the cover of the book Reid was just finishing and pulled back with a knowing smile. The special agent watched as she slipped her right hand into a pocket of her bag and pulled out a golden foil wrapped toffee.

"You have to give profiling strangers, a break sometimes," She commented lightly, placing the sweet onto Reid's book. A flush flooded Reid's cheeks at her words and darkened further when her blue eyes stared at him intently.

"Not everyone is a serial killer on the loose, you know?" And with that, she walked off in a blur of grey and red, leaving behind a confused and embarrassed boy.

Morgan came out of the break room only to catch a glimpse of the stranger in the red beanie talking to a befuddled Reid. When she had stepped into the lift, the dark-skinned agent walked towards Reid briskly and nodded at the closing silver doors of the elevator.

"What's with you and strange girl?"

"I-I don't know," Reid shrugged, looking down at the toffee in front of him. "She's so… bizarre,"

Before today, the young genius agent had thought it to be nearly impossible, to find someone who was as weird as he was or even more so and wasn't a serial killer. But at last, the owner of the toffee candy had proven him wrong with her intense blue eyes and her knowing smile.