Spencer Reid never liked strangers. The first time he met Emily Prentiss, before even liking her and becoming her friend, Spencer was... damn, he was a dick to her. Which is why that when the same Emily Prentiss, now chief of the BAU (Behavoral Analysis Unit of the FBI), told the team that a new agent was coming this morning, Spencer felt like throwing up. He didn't want to meet anyone new, shit, he had enough happening to him already.

But then there was you. Spencer was expecting... anything but that. Not that, not you. Oh, definitely not you. You were... Stunning. Sweet, gentle, smelled good, nice, and you didn't even try to shake his hand, since Emily told you Spencer wasn't a fan of handshakes — and you remembered it.

Spencer didn't believe in love at first sight. Right? Right? Then why was he looking at you, on your desk at the bullpen, ever since you got introduced to the team? Why did his hazel eyes tried to focus on the paperwork in front of him but always darted back to you and your pretty face, and your pretty eyes, and— Ah, now I don't hardly know her.

You noticed it. Of course you did, but you were gentle enough to not call him out about it. No. You just smiled at him, which, for some reason, made his heart skip a beat or two. The smile. Your smile. But I think I could love her.

Reid shook his head, trying to make his thoughts go away, to expel them. But of course it didn't work, because your desk was right in front of his, and you smelled so good, and your laugh was so good to hear when Luke told you a joke that Spencer even felt a pang of jealousy in his chest that he wasn't the one who had made you let out such a sweet sound, and... Spencer Reid was fucked. It was your first day as a BAU agent and he only had eyes for you.

You.

Over and over.