AN: This story, btw, is a romance. It is going to be a love story, so I won't really be focusing on the investigations as much.

Chapter Two

Spencer's POV

"Three days and are back at square one!" Hotch announced frustrated. We were all frustrated.

The Couture Killer, as the media was now dubbing him, should have been one of Ondria's fellow models.

"It doesn't make sense. We profiled someone who wanted to further their own career; someone who could only accomplish this by framing Ondria. When we asked Federico to cancel his show that should have set them off. Yet here we are." I added.

"Is there any possibility that Miss Haust could be behind the killing? She could have hired someone," Emily suggested. I noticed how tired she was because of the dark rings around her eyes. We all were tired.

We had been guarding Ondria for three days, in the hopes that we could catch the killer making an attempt on her life. Speaking of the model:

"Hello, I am right here! I would never kill Kelly. She was my best friend, and a fellow Angel!" Ondria interrupted. Everyone had all but forgotten her presence in the corner of the room. We were too busy working on editing the profile.

I had been assigned to watch her overnight the last two nights. Hotch had assigned me because I never slept at nights anyway, and he was worried that Derek would get himself in trouble in the middle of a case.

I know I should be keeping me mind in the game right now. But all I can think about is the last two nights. We had been staying in a hotel because her apartment was being occupied by a crime scene...

"So Spencer, tell me about yourself?" Ondria asked.

We were sitting in the living room of the hotel. Ondria had a bedroom while I slept on the couch. Although, there wasn't much sleeping to be had over the last few nights. So we taken to talking about useless topics. This was the first she had asked anything personal.

"I'm from Las Vegas. I have an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute. I have three PhD's and two BA's." I answered absently. She had been trying to get me to talk for hours.

"Are you a genius?" she asked stunned.

"I don't believe in quantifying ones intelligence, but according to my IQ of 187, I am technically a genius."

"Wow, that's crazy." Again, she was stunned. I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not.

"What about you?"

"I'm nothing near as amazing as you. There's nothing special about me." She said and turned away.

"That's not even remotely true. I've seen your file." I blurted. Whoops, wasn't supposed to announce that.

"Just because you see all the things on paper doesn't mean I am special. People just love to use me." Ondria turned her entire body away from me so that I was left to stare only at her back.

"You're too beautiful to be used." I didn't know what just got into me.

"Thanks." She smiled and met my eyes.

For some crazy reason, I smiled back.

"So, Dr. Reid can I have your number?" She asked confidently. I was completely taken aback.

"Why?" I asked incredulously. I noticed Ondria leaning in closer to where I remained frozen.

"Because you're the first person to tell me that I'm beautiful without expecting something from me." She whispered in my ear.

"Kid, are you even there?" Morgan asked, waving a hand in my face.

I snapped out of my dream. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, but everyone took a break to get coffee. You didn't even move." He profiled.

"Sorry, I just haven't been sleeping because of the night duty." I explained. Derek broke out into a wide grin.

"That's my man! Have you and the model been having fun together?" He asked suggestively.

"N-n-no. That's not it at all!" I stuttered. "We've just been talking. She asked for my number last night."

"Well, after this is all over you should ask for hers. It would be great to date a Super Model." Derek said envious.

"Then you should ask her for her number. I have no interest. It would be impossible for a relationship between us to work." I told him. The truth was, I would never be able to work up the courage to ask her for her number! There was no way I'd be able to ask her on a date either.

"I think you like her but you're scared. Because of what happened to you." Derek continued to profile me perfectly.

Little did either of us know, there was someone listening to our conversation the entire time.

Ondria's POV

"...because of what happened to you." I heard Agent Morgan say to Spencer.

I chose that moment to clear my throat. Both heads turned in my direction.

"Would anyone care for some coffee? Emily sent me to ask you guys." I pretended not to have heard their entire conversation.

"A cup for me please." Spencer replied quickly.

"Extra sugar, lots of it." I said remembering his exact description to me of the way he loved his coffee.

"She knows the way you like your coffee?"

I heard Derek announce rather loudly as I walked back toward the break room. I did indeed know the way the biggest crush of my life took his coffee. It surprised me that a team of profilers couldn't figure out how much I had fallen for Spencer over the last three days.

Hearing his rejection just now, and the subsequent offering to Derek saddened me. Did everyone seem to think that I could only be interested in guys like Derek Morgan? It wasn't that he wasn't attractive, but he struck me as a heartbreaker. Spencer seemed to be, although I didn't really know him at all, sweet, kind, and considerate.

I wanted him to notice me. How ironic was that? The center of attention wanted someone to notice her.

"Why won't he notice me?!" I groaned aloud.

"Who?" A surprise voice made me jump. I turned my head to find Emily and J.J. (as everyone called her) staring at me in confusion.

"Oh, no one. Sometimes I talk to myself." I lied.

They didn't believe me.

"Derek or Spencer?" Emily asked knowingly.

I debated whether to tell them. They did work with Spencer, and weren't my friends but his. The last thing I needed was for them to go running to him and announcing my crush.

"We won't tell Reid." J.J. said quietly. I looked at her, visibly shocked.

"You blushed and looked away when Emily said Spence's name." she explained.

"Please don't say anything. I overheard him and Derek talking. He isn't interested and I'd rather not set myself up for failure. When this case is solved we will go our separate ways and he will forget I exist. Our feelings aren't the same." I confessed and stepped out of the room. Ran was more like it.

I needed to get away before these ladies had me spilling my guts.

Next Time: "She has more feelings for you than you choose to believe."