To say that Spencer Reid was a little apathetic over this latest victim was an understatement. He probably should have cared a little more, but his mind had wandered back to when he had first met Sara.

He had been coming out of the library, his nose thoroughly buried in a book, his finger sliding down the page as he read. It was the fact that he was reading that he didn't seen the woman that he ran into until it was too late. They ran into each other, she literally running into his chest. Their respective books fell to the ground. It was then, as they were reaching for them, that they realized that they were reading the same book.

"Uh, sorry," Reid stammered.

"No, it was my fault," the short woman with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes replied. "I just get so involved."

"I, uh, know the feeling," Reid replied.

"You read a lot, don't you?" she asked.

Reid blinked in surprise. It wasn't exactly the question he was expecting. "Uh, yeah," he stammered.

"Do you like coffee?"

Reid stared at her. He thought he had misheard the question. "Huh?"

She asked again. "Do you like coffee?"

"Uh, yeah," he replied.

"Good, I know a coffee shop right around the corner. Let's go compare reading lists." The petite blonde had started walking, before Reid had even realized she had. He hurried to catch up with her. They walked two blocks down the road and entered the little shop. After the barista had filled their orders and they had them in their hands, they found a table near a window. The woman stared at Reid. "My name's Sara, by the way," she said, placing her book on the table.

"Uh, Special Agent Doctor Spencer Reid," Reid responded.

She looked surprised. "Special Agent, huh? FBI?" He nodded. "And a doctor too. Must be Ph.D.s and not medical degrees." Reid smiled slightly at her. "So do I have to use all the titles?"

She was teasing him and for once he actually caught on. "Uh, no," he chuckled under his breath. "Spencer is fine."

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin in her hands. "So Special Agent Spencer," she started, "what do you do at the FBI?"

"I'm a profiler. I, uh, work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, the B.A.U." Reid still sounded nervous even to himself.

"Are you profiling me now?" There was a slight smile playing on Sara's lips.

"What? Me? No," Reid replied.

"Good, because I've already profiled you." His eyes widened at her remark. She shrugged. "I like to people watch, Spencer." She pointed to a couple in the corner. "She that couple over there? He thinks she's the one for him, that's why he's leaning in so close to her, but she's put off by the fact that he spends so much time with his friends. She's leaning back, away from him. If you look closely, he's got one hand in his lap on his cell phone, probably texting his friends for plans later tonight. She keeps eyeing the solo guy across the room, with the laptop. But he's so buried in his work, that he wouldn't be any better for her. She also doesn't like the fact that the guy she's with doesn't have a job. She's the one that paid for the coffee. The receipt is still sticking out of her purse on the back of her chair."

Reid looked and sure enough he saw everything she pointed out. "You could work for us," he told her.

"Nah, then it wouldn't be fun anymore. I'm a writer. So I have to analyze things. That couple would make a great pair in a story."