You had finished medical school at 19 and then residency afterwards. Making you a forensic specialist, a pretty young one at that. You wanted to live up to the family name.

You were awkward and chatty, never knowing completely what to say without stumbling over your own words. Sometimes you would awkwardly overshare.

Today, you were working along side the fbi’s behavioural analysis unit. They had an explosion claiming several lives, injuring over a dozen. You were helping Spencer Reid look at the homemade bomb placed on a truck.

“I recognise the makeup, 92% nitroglycerin, 8% nitrocellulose.” Spencer says squatting down examining the car.

“Straight out of the cook.” You laugh slIghtly, practically laying down to examine the bottom of the car.

“Good memory.” He remarks

“I have a thing … for numbers.” We both stand up at the same time from the driveway.

“And quantum theory.”

“Funny!” You say awkwardly laughing, you had never been good with compliments. Especially not from someone smarter than you or attractive!