A/N: Hello, there… This is a really short chapter, but we wanted a conversation between Reid and JJ to make them friends. Plus to get Reid to start calling her JJ 'cause it feels sort of weird to call her Jennifer all of the time. This chapter was written by MTLupy.
Warning: Reference to Jones, guess why.
Disclaimer: We do not own Spencer Reid of Jennifer Jareau, but we do own Jenny, aka Jennifer Jones. (Yeah, MTLupy named her Jenny.) (Lizzy named her Jones, much to Lupy's chagrin. :( )
Reid was sitting on a staircase outside, wondering why he kept sneezing, when a bell rang signaling the end of breakfast. The blonde from earlier came out alone, and he felt like he had to apologize for his friends' obnoxious behaviors.
He jumped up and caught up with her. "Excuse me?"
She turned around and rolled her eyes, obviously recognizing him from breakfast. "What do you want?"
"To apologize for my friends. They were being rude…especially Ethan."
She laughed. "I'm used to it… But thank you." She paused, thinking of what to say. "I'm Jennifer Jareau by the way, but my friends call me JJ."
Reid offered his hand. "I'm Spencer Reid." They shook hands.
"So what's a guy like you doing hanging around with guys like them?" Her tone made it obvious whom she was talking about.
"Ethan's a good guy, he's just having a rough time."
"His 'girlfriend'" she made air quotations "dump him?"
Reid frowned, contemplating on what to tell her: he definitely couldn't tell her that Ethan's mother had recently killed herself in front of him. "Um… actually his mom…died…"
"Oh." JJ blushed, realizing her mistake. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me."
"Please don't tell him I told you though."
"I won't." she promised. "But what about Derek?"
Reid half-shrugged. "I just met him yesterday."
"But aren't you training to be a profiler?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Shouldn't you be able to size people up?"
"I'm 6'1", the same height as him." Reid said.
JJ rolled her eyes. "I mean what his personality's like."
"Oh."
"So, what's he like?"
"Dominant personality." Reid said automatically. "Prankster. Has an inferiority complex, but tries to hide it…"
JJ sighed. "Does everybody have to have dysfunctions?"
"Well, they say no one's perfect." Reid sneezed and rubbed his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'm allergic to something."
"Here." JJ handed him a pink pill. "Benadryl. Helps with allergies."
Reid looked at her suspiciously.
She laughed. "I'm allergic to pollen, not a drug dealer."
He half-smiled and took the pill. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it. It'll make you drowsy though."
"I'll survive."
"Spencer Reid, please report to SSA Erin Strauss' office immediately." A voice called from a nearby speaker.
"What'd I do?" he demanded, but the voice didn't respond.
JJ laughed again. "Someone's in trouble." She said in a sing-song voice.
Reid rolled his eyes, said good-bye to JJ and headed off to the main office building.
"Where is SSA Erin Strauss' office?"
A pretty brunette looked up at him. "Who are you?"
"Dr. Spencer Reid." He probably could have left out the "doctor" part.
"Oh, okay." She led him to the BSU. "It's right over there." She pointed to an office up a flight of stairs.
"Thank you…" he looked at her name tag, "Jenny." She smiled and left. Reid took a deep breath and headed up the stairs.