AN: Hello my faithful readers! So as promised, the story is going to pick up. Please tell me what you think! Enjoy!

Nope, still don't own Criminal Minds.

Chapter 4

Finally, after nearly two hours in the car with Carla and motion sickness, we arrived at the door of Spencer's apartment. I was looking at the ground nervously, rocking back and forth on my heels. This was it. I was about to meet my 'long lost brother' who I knew absolutely nothing about. What was I doing? I should have run away, gone to live on my own. Then I wouldn't have to worry about getting in other peoples way or being a burden. Jeez I was stupid.

Almost immediately after Carla knocked on the door, Spencer swung the door open. I looked up at him, startled, and couldn't believe what I saw.

It was like looking in a mirror. Well, we had different colored eyes and hair, but looked identical. He was tall, and lanky. His hair was a bit darker than mine, and ended just below his ear. He was very jumpy, and his eyes kept darting around avoiding any contact. He was all around awkward.

"Oh! Um, hi Carla. Uh you must be Jenna! I'm uhm Sp-Spencer" Spencer stuck out his hand nervously. I couldn't help but giggle at how anxious he was.

"Hi" I said while shaking his painfully clammy hand.

"Oh here, w-why don't you two come in"

Spencer escorted us through a short hallway and into a small living room. in the living room sat a tan suede couch, a black leather recliner, and s glass coffee table in front of a 40 inch television. I sat down on the soft couch and began to take in the room. He seemed to have a substantial amount of DVD's, what looked like multiple seasons of different television shows. I couldn't see the print on them, but I recognized the Star Trek case instantly.

"I'll let you two get acquainted while I make sure the apartment is in good shape" Carla announced and walked out of site.

"So um, how was the ride over here?"

"Alright I guess, I just a little motion sick"

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. Did you know that Women are more than twice as likely to be affected as men? And children between 3 and 12 years are also disproportionately prone to motion sickness. According to a new survey by the RAC Foundation in the UK more than three quarters of travelers claim they have been motion sick, doctors even estimate motion sickness effects up to 80 per cent of all people at some time."

I looked at Spencer quizzically.

"How did you know that? Are you a genius or something?" I giggled, not expecting what came next

"Actually I have eidetic memory and an IQ of 187, so yes, I am a genius. Would you like anything to drink? Coffee? Wait maybe you like tea better. I also have water and juice if you don't drink hot beverages."

Absolutely baffled, I just stared. He said that in the least conceded way possible. He stated it as if it was nothing. How was I suppose to compete with that?

"Yes, I'll have some coffee please. Black is fine."

Spencer and I walked into the kitchen and I sat down at the small breakfast table as I waited for my coffee. A couple minutes later Spencer placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of me and sat on the opposite side of the table. As I was about to open my mouth, Carla waltzed into the room.

"Everything seems great! Jenna, can I talk with Spencer privately for a moment? We just need to go over a few things before I leave"

"Oh, okay. I'll be in the living room"

I felt strange being in there alone, even though it was technically my home now. I decided to take a book out of my canvas bag and start reading. I was about half way through The Stranger Beside Me by Anne Rule. The book is a biography of the famous serial killer Ted Bundy, and his life from beginning to end. I find the mind of killers to be incredibly intriguing. The way their brain works and why they do what they do is flat out fascinating. Spencer would probably think I'm crazy if he ever heard me say that, most people do.

"Make sure she takes her anti-depressants. They're also for her brain condition and insomnia, so she normally doesn't have a problem with that". The piercing sound of Carla's voice penetrated my ears like glass. Why would she tell him that? What business does she have telling him my personal information? I should be able to tell him that on my own time, not when she feels is necessary.

I closed my book just in time for Carla and Spencer to enter the room. Carla said her goodbyes and left me and Spencer alone in the apartment. We sat in silence for about five minutes until Spencer spoke up.

"Would you like me to show you to your room? I already put your bags in there, I hope you don't mind"

"Oh, sure."

I followed Spencer down another hallway and stopped at the end. He pushed open the door and let me walk into the room before him. The walls were bare white. The room was a decent size, but not as big as my old one. A full sized bed sat against a window that overlooked a small street with a few shops. There was a simple black comforter and pillow case on the bed, which I absolutely adored. There was a white double dresser on the opposite wall with a large mirror attached. Everything was blank. Everything.

"It's not much, but I thought I would give you the option to decorate it as you pleased. If you'd like we can look at paint swatches tomorrow and pick up a few things for the walls"

Spencer seemed really sweet. I was glad he left the decorating to me, that way I can make it feel like home, whatever home is.

"That sounds fun, I'd like that" I said with a wide grin. Spencer just nodded with a smile and walked out of the room. I sat down on the bed, cracked open my book, and read.