One would think that the genius, Doctor Spencer Reid, would know if he had a stalker. Despite how knowledgeable and observant he was, he didn't. But that was what made stalkers so terrifying, wasn't it? They often go undetected until it's far too late.

You were his stalker. You were an intern at the BAU, and on your first day, Spencer had immediately caught your eye. You weren't even sure how it started, but now, two months later, things were out of hand. You had memorized every detail of his routine; from the exact time he got home from work to the when he put his shoes on in the morning. You knew every single variation of sweater he owned, his address, and even the name of his goldfish. You'd even started a little collection, full of pictures you'd discreetly taken or crumbled sticky notes he'd thrown away. You were obsessed with Spencer, and the man hadn't even spoken to you.

Of course, he'd seen you around, and he knew that you were the new intern. He'd give a quick, awkward, little smile whenever your gaze met his own. Which... now that he thought about it, happened quite often. It was as if you were constantly watching him, which you were, and it made him self-conscious. He'd never been a very confident person, at all. Spencer, nor anyone else on the team, noticed anything off about your behavior. On the outside, you were relatively normal.

Today, you'd planned your routine to be at the coffee maker at the same time Spencer would. It wasn't a surprise when he rose from his take to make his morning cup of joe, and you were already there, waiting and acting casual. Spencer, as always, offered a little smile as he reached for his mug from the cabinet. Though, he quickly averted his gaze. There was just something about you that had always made him nervous.