I am sorry I have not updated this yet! So sorry! The problem with working directly from the show (disclaimer I do not own criminal minds) is that you have to have time to sit down and watch and episode and then write about it, which takes a lot of time which I don't currently have. However, I was struck with a light bulb moment and realised some lovely fellow Reaver fans have made YouTube videos of their moments which I can intercept and work from for the time being. I would also like to say that this is now chapter 1; I decided it would be better for me to work in a chronological order when I am writing. As for anymore excuse's it is all the same, too much school work, a new job and the thing that takes me the longest – working out what to wear to school! This is my first year without a uniform and boy does it take some planning! Without further ado…

He was still morning JJ and her transfer to another team. Simple enough the team didn't feel right without her. She kept a calm order to the hectic job and he felt so confused and frankly lost without her. The new girl wasn't a replacement JJ, not at all. She was someone new, someone interesting and someone he was ashamed to admit that he found pretty.

The moment he had walked over to the team introducing her he knew she was important. The next best scores through the academy since him, now that was impressive. She might be a match for his intelligence in a few years. After all she was still starting out she could make mistakes. Her attitude was reserved and yet her personality screamed she was friendly. Her outfit was perfect and trendy yet her eyes had a manic look to them, first day nervous he presumed. She was a massive juxtaposition and he was captivated by it.

Their meeting was quickly rushed off on to the plane and on their way to the crime scene before he got the chance to talk to her one on one.

"Hi, Ashley."

"Hi, Dr Reid. Is everything ok?"

"I just wanted to know your coffee preference?"

"My coffee preference?"

"I am on a mission to find someone who likes sugar in there tea. It's 45% of America who like tea and yet I am always the one who gets picked on for liking it."

"I hate to disappoint but my coffee had to be at least 60% milk and no sugar."

"I will warn you know the team tends to tease other members who drink anything less than black. Unless you are Garcia who drinks a Skinny Mocha Ice Latte with a shot of ginger and not sugar."

"Oh, wow. Remind me never to offer to get her coffee."

"Leave it to Morgan, I may have an eidetic memory but when it comes down to Garcia's drink he has it nailed."

"I am yet to meet Garcia, is she nice?"

"The best way to describe Garcia is a fairy queen gone spy."

"That would of made the coolest kids story."

"I know, that being said I was only read 19th century literature growing up so I can't say I read many fairy princess books anyway."

"Wow that is an intense read for a kid."

Reid could feel himself slipping into the mum territory and the last thing he wanted was any sympathy from Ashley. For once he wanted her to see purely him, no drug addict or dad's that left or his mum. Just him. Ashley had seemed to notice a change in the conversation too as she quickly moved on to asking for tips about the case. The one thing Spencer said – don't get yourself held hostage.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxShe had blown it she knew it. It was stupid, so stupid that she had entered the unsub house and got herself held hostage. If only for a little bit of time she had still put herself and everyone at risk. She would definitely get forgotten and sent back to the academy now. She had just wanted to make an impression and get brought in for more cases. Leaning her head back against the window in the jet she hugged her knees closer. Everyone around her had their eyes closed and after the day she had she should have them closed to but she just couldn't sleep. Not when she felt so low. It was then she was aware of Dr Reid standing by the set of chairs. In a whisper he began to talk.

"Can I sit here?"

"Sure, it would be nice to have some company."

Spencer slid into the chair next to her.

"Are you not mad at me?"

"No. I have done it myself. We all just want the best for the victim's family, it is a massive rarity that they will then turn round and try and kill you. You should take it in your stride there is a high chance it won't happen again and you now know the does and don'ts."

"Thanks, I needed to hear that. Something less career ending."

"It happens to the best of us. You now also have a fantastic story to use in class."

Ashley couldn't help but laugh. It was true her class mates would be jealous and this story was just the icing on the cake.

"It will serve them right for basically blanking me for the whole training."

"They ignored you?"

"Someone let it leak that my dead was a murder and for some reason that drives people away. I have spent pretty much every day on my own studying with a microwave meal on my lap. It is how I got so good; I didn't have many parties to go to, friends to see and boys to pursue."

"I don't see why people let it get in the way, for a start it is pretty fascinating. On top of you being a great person and pretty I think it was there loss."

"Thanks, you really know the right things to day."

"I was bullied for a long time. I know what it is like to have no one. That is why I love this team so much. I am really not alone with them and neither will you be. You were still great help today. My bet is you will be asked to come back. If no one else does then I will."

Spencer smiled at Ashley who returned the smile. On a spur of the moment she reached out her fluffy socked foot and pocked Spencer's leg.

"I really mean it thank you. We should probably get some sleep or that paper work tomorrow is going to be very mean."

"I agree, good night Agent Seaver."

"Night Dr Reid."