She got away. She’s got a way.

You and Spencer were inseparable your entire childhood. Your mother’s were best friends, so whether you liked it or not, you were attached at the hip.

But then, as you two got older, Spencer started soaring. He started skipping grades, going to college across the country, getting a job, all while leaving you to fend for yourself.

Your family didn’t come from money, and you didn’t have much, leaving you to have to deal with the mean streets of Las Vegas.

But you got out and you got away from the City of Lights. You got a job in Nee York’s branch of the FBI.

A few years later, you were transferred to the BAU, meaning you had to relocate from NYC to Quantico.

When you transferred to Quantico, Reid was in Vegas taking care of his mom. He had been there almost a month.

You’d been told that he worked there. It shocked you at first, and nobody knew that when he was coming back.

After one month of you working at the BAU, you walked in one morning and Reid was just sitting at his desk.

You froze. The air was sucked from your lungs.

He looked up, sensing your eyes on him. His eyes went wide, his jaw slack. No one had told him you transferred here.