I don't own Criminal Minds. I only own this plot and Briana. Please Reveiw.

"Shit!" Spencer Reid turned his head towards the source of the sound. He had just got out of the elevator and was about to walk down the hall towards his own apartment when heard the damsel in distress. "Damn it! Ugh." He saw gorgeous brunette struggling with a box marked Kitchen Supplies and trying to unlock the door to her apartment. He closed the distance between him and the girl in about five strides.

"D-Do you need a-a-any help?" he questioned the young women. She looked up at him, she was slightly shorter then him after all. Spencer looked into her eyes and felt his heart do a little jig. Her eyes were the most dazzling thing he had ever seen and yet he felt like he'd seen them before. They were they color of emeralds but had gold and chocolate brown flecks in them. 'Oh dear god she's beautiful' Spencer reasoned. She was about 5'5" maybe 5'6". She was pale but not to pale and thin and athletic looking, and had long chocolate brown hair.

"Spencer?" she whispered. 'But…But it can't be…I haven't seen him in seventeen years. No its not him your just imagining it,' she thought.

"What?" Spencer asked. He could have sworn that she just said his name. 'But that's not possible. You don't even know this woman. You really need to get a hold of yourself Spencer. You've been working way to hard,' he thought.

"What? Oh, yes that would be great thank you." She said replacing the shocked expression on her face with a warm inviting smile while handing the box to Spencer. "I'm Briana by they way. Briana Collins." She said she finally unlocked the door and offering her hand. Spencer being the gentlemen he is took it and shook it while introducing himself.

"I'm Spencer. Spencer Reid." Spencer said as he looked around the apartment. It was empty, except for a few kitchen appliances. "Are you just moving in?"

"What did you say?" She squeaked. 'It's not him, that can't be him. Bri keep it together don't say or do any thing you'll regret. Don't be stupid.' " I asked if you are just moving in? Oh and where do you want this?"

"Yes and in the kitchen and did you say your name was Spencer Reid?" 'This cant be him. Don't be stupid. This cant be him'

"Yeah I did. Why? Is something wrong? You look like you just saw I ghost." Her face had visibly paled and her mouth was slightly agape and those amazing green eyes were wide with shock.

"Oh no. No, no, no. Oh…Wow. But…But that's not…it cant be…But," she stuttered. Her face went from shock to hope to excitement to confusion to sadness. It's not him, Bri. There has to be a million Spencer Reid's in the area. Do not move. Do not speak. Do not scare him.

"What is it?" Spencer questioned.

"It's… It's just…Just that,"her sentence trailed off. "Follow me."

"O-Okay" Spencer hesitantly answered and began to half follow her half be pulled out the door by her.

"You…you have the same name as my best friend or well he used to be my best friend," she stated and she frantically hit the down button for the elevator. Spencer opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. "I met him when I was 7 I was living in Vegas at the time. He didn't go to regular school or anything. He was a credible genius, you see. His mom thought him. Well she did the best she could she was really sick."

Wow Spencer thought, that sounds just like me. The elevator finally came and they got in and Briana immediately pushed the button for the parking garage and walked to the corner of the small room and braced her self as if the compartment would suddenly fall. "What are you doing?" Spencer asked. He was very interested to hear her answer.

"I have a fear of dying violently. You know like being murdered or in some sort of freak accident or in just a regular accident. I also have a fear of being sexually assaulted and bugs." Well needless to say I was not expecting that Spencer contemplated.

"I have a fear of one day becoming a schizophrenic. And did you know that the fear of death is called Thanatophobia. Thanatophobia is a relatively common phobia or fear and Entomophobia is the fear of bugs."

"No, I didn't know that." The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Briana ran from the elevator all the way to a yellow VW bug convertible and popped the trunk and imminently started digging through a box marked photos. "Ahh here it is," she sighed to her self.

"Is that all your stuff?" he questioned. There were only about four or five boxes in the car.

"Oh dear god no, the rest is coming tomorrow. This is just the important stuff." She was still holding the picture. She looked down at it and smiled that picture always made her smile no matter what. "Here." She thrust the picture at Spencer. He took it and inspected it. There was a boy and a girl both about seven with each other's arms around each other's shoulders. The girl was dressed like a hippie and was making a peace sign with her unoccupied hand. The boy, Spencer soon realized was him, was wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt and sneakers. Both kids had huge smiles on their faces. He looked at the picture and then back at Briana.

"Mathews?"