"All men, even the most surly, are influenced by affection."

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Reid was tired. He'd just had one of his worst nights, ever. He was so sleepy the night before that he set his alarm clock for 3:00am by mistake. He couldn't get back to sleep when it rung, so he'd been up all night. Coffee didn't seem to help him, and everything was crowded and busy at the BAU. At lunch he'd took a shot at the word puzzle in the morning paper, hoping to relax and ease his mind – but everything was so loud, that even he could concentrate. So, it was back to strenuous work.

He currently had his head rested on the conference room table, listening as much as he could while Hotch, Morgan, Prentiss, J.J., and Rossi discussed their upcoming case.

There had been a number of female victims raped and murdered in New York, Wisconsin, and now south of California, and the team had been called out to the most recent crime scene to profile. Apparently the UnSub was taking young women from clubs to hotel rooms (where ever his resident at the time), raped them, and shot them in the head with a 33 caliber. (Ugh, another cliché case, thought Reid.) However, all of the UnSub's victims had the initials "S.D." carved with an unknown object in their palms.

Much has he wanted to, Reid couldn't concentrate. The table was very comfortable to a tired guy, and he kept drifting off. Ah, well, he thought to himself. I'll catch up later.

"Reid…" he heard a faint voice say. "Reid…"

Shut UP…

"REID!" yelled Morgan.

Reid jumped.

"W-what?" he said, blinking awake, and raising his head from the desk. Everyone was staring, and J.J. was laughing.

"You were asleep," said Morgan, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I kinda know that," said Reid.

"You meant to go to sleep during a conference…" said Prentiss, crossing her arms disapprovingly.

"Um… Maybe?"

J.J. rolled her eyes, and continued to brief them.

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"Reid, man, will you please stop snoring?" begged Morgan.

Reid woke, and shook his head 'no', jokingly. He couldn't help but smile at his own jest. Morgan punched his arm playfully.

"Hey, everybody else on this plane is asleep. Why can't I?" said Reid.

"You can," Morgan replied, "just not when you are right next to me, and snoring."

"Well excuse me." Reid rubbed his arm where Morgan had punched him – hard.

They were both silent for a moment. Reid hadn't thought it would take this long to get to C.A.

Morgan broke the silence. "Hey, did you hear Hotch telling that we're getting a new lil' sister in the gang, or where you sleeping then too?"

Reid chuckled sarcastically. "No. What do you mean?"

"Some chick named, Holly Wilkins, is joining the team."

"Hmm," mumbled Reid. "What about her?"

Hotch sat down opposite of them both.

"I though you were asleep," Reid said. Hotch shook his head.

"You were talking about Dr. Holly Wilkins?" Hotch said.

"Yeah."

"I've already talked to her over the phone. She's very – organized. She told me almost everything about herself; All the good things at least."

"Bragger?" Reid asked.

"Oh, no. No, she just wanted the job. She's from Champaign, Illinois. She was a Supervisory Special Agent there."

Reid glanced out the window.

"Funny thing is, she's a lot like you, Reid."

"How's that?" he said, still looking outside.

"She is apparently a very intelligent autodidact - she's informed me that she has an IQ of 172," Whoa… Less than mine though, thought Reid. "- and has PhDs and BAs in almost everything you can think of."

Reid smirked. "That doesn't make her a lot like me."

Hotch raise a finger in an "I-wasn't-finished" manner.

"She's skilled in gunmanship, and she's immune to tear gas, and chloroform," Hotch glanced at Reid, "and she's allergic to - Dilaudid."

Reid looked up at Hotch, clearing his throat, nervously, at the mention of the narcotic.

"So, what was she wearing?" asked Morgan sarcastically. "She's told you everything else."

"As I said," continued Hotch, "she just wanted the job."

"How old is she?" Reid asked.

"Twenty five."

"She's young for the job."

"You're one to talk," Morgan said, laughing. "So when do we get meet the soulmate of Spencer Reid?"

Reid laughed.

"As soon as we get back," said Hotch.

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Ok, the first chapter isn't what I'd call epic. lol Better to come, although I'm not really going for epic; more, fluffy, hero type stuff. ;) I'm gonna use song lyrics for the chapter titles, and have a playlist at the end.

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