You had come to the mall this evening by yourself after work — you had to buy your cousin a gift. She was turning 15 and she loved makeup, like most teenagers do in her age. So, here you were, earphones in your ears, walking through the bright hallways of Quantico mall. You were fine — you loved walking by yourself, listening to your music, and you were looking for a Sephora store because, well, it’s not everyday that a kid turns fifteen.

You walked by Spencer, that you didn’t know, and you looked at him. And he looked at you. The two of you really looked at each other, exchanging interested glares. You thought he was handsome, he thought you were stunningly perfect. It’s not that Spencer liked bad girls, neither that you were one — but the leather jacket did make his eyes linger as you walked past him. Spencer Reid liked the idea of a girl having a bad side, pretty much, and you… Oh, you looked…

But Reid was looking at you. You did try and wave a hand to warn him, but there was no time — he bumped into a man, but not a regular man. No, it was that kind of man. The dude wasn’t taller than Spencer, but he had a lot of muscles (that you could see from a mile that weren’t build in the gym but using things he shouldn’t be using) and an angry face. Spencer did apologize, but the man was not backing down. You weren’t taller than any of them, but this? This was making your blood boil, and you didn’t even know Reid.

Spencer just tried to walk away, and you had stopped walking to watch the interaction unfold — you knew this kind of men, you could smell them from kilometers — but the man grabbed his arm. Reid was no longer 25, no longer lanky and had gone to jail for a crime he didn’t commit — he could stand up for himself. But you didn’t know that, neither that he was an FBI agent, so you removed your earphones and walked up to the two men who were arguing. Well, Spencer was just listening.

“Hey, big boy.” You started, your tone slightly mocking of the man. “You want to back down, or do I have to call security?”

Okay — Spencer was surprised. He had been into arguments like that before for bumping into people who thought they were better than others, and he usually just… walked away silently, not wanting to make a scene. But you were not afraid to make a scene to stand up for him, even though you didn’t even know his name. Yet.

“And who are you?” Tried the man, turning from Spencer to face you. Of course, he had to look down — not that you were that small, obviously. “His girlfriend?”

“Yeah, and his dick is two sizes bigger than yours.” You bit back, and Spencer widened his hazel eyes in surprise. What—

The big man took a step towards you, assuming you’d back down or take a step back, but, to his surprise, you didn’t move. Not one inch. You stood your ground, obviously not scared of a man because he was big and thought it meant something. If anything, he was ridiculous.

“I’m not scared of you.” You spoke. “But your hair is, since it’s apparently leaving your head really fast.”

Again — Spencer was in awe. And shock. Who were you? The man was also kind of surprised by you, and he knew he couldn’t straight up punch you in the middle of a shopping mall. So, with a growl (and he did mumble ‘whore’ under his breath), he left. The small crowd that had gathered around to watch this unfold started to scatter away, and you moved closed to the man you didn’t know — Spencer.

“You okay?” You asked him.

“Me?” Spencer felt like chuckling. It was almost very funny, because you were, clearly, younger than him, even though you looked really badass. But stunning, yeah— God, you were stunning. “Sure, yeah. Are you okay? Do you just stand up for random people like that?”

Well, not usually, you didn’t — sometimes, when you saw something unfair, like a child being bullied or something like that, but not to grown men like Spencer. No, this man you didn't know the name yet was... different.