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Hi, my name is Molly-Elizabeth, but I often go by Lizzie or Mols. Please read more about me if you'd like on my profile, but I thought I should give you a full summary of the story you are hopefully about to read!:

Margret Giroux is a young girl, settled happily in her life in Canada, yet happens to have a best friend in the FBI. When one of the meetings wit her best friend takes a flip for the unexpected, she is left to deal with the perminent consiquences.
Meanwhile, Spencer Reid is a hard worker. He never really socializes with anyone outside of his team, except for a girl that he has known since he was 12 years old, who often comes to visit him. One day she shows up at his work with news that will change his life forever, and coping with that can't be easy, can it?
Come along for the struggles, the joys, the ups, and the downs faced by this team and the two friends.

Warning: This story has MINOR sexual content/references, but will be lead into the side-effects of an eating disorder of some sort. Not too informative or detailed, nor is it spread out very long in the story, but if you feel uncomfortable please let me know.

Okay! Well I hope you at lease give the first chapter a try. Thanks!

There was a long elevator ride up to the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. I couldn't decide whether time was dragging by, or the elevator was taking an extremely long amount of time to accomplish the task of getting me up to the floor I was needed in. Finally, there was a small ding and I walked out and over to the receptionist, stating my case. All was pretty empty, considering the time of day it was. The sun was setting, but I knew he would still be there. I pulled the temporarily unlocked glass door open, and I saw three people sitting around, and one of them, a dark haired brunette, glanced up. "Hi, may we help you?" the two male's followed suit, and the man who I was looking for stood up.

"Molly?" he asked in shock, walking over to me. "What are you doing here?" he gave me a tight, awkward hug before pulling away and sitting on a desk.

"I just came to see you!" I told him. "Visit, I guess. I am only here until tomorrow so I'm sorry this couldn't wait. I heard you all just got back from a case somewhere. I was worried you would be too busy." we heard footsteps behind us, and turned to see a tall, sharply dressed man standing there looking at us.

"Reid..." he warned, and he turned fully around.

"Hotch!" he said in a panic. "Uhm, Margret, this is Aaron Hotchner. Hotch, this is my close friend Margret Giroux. We met when we were in camp when we were 11." I extended my hand to the tall man, whose face unstiffened and he shook back. "She's just here for a visit."

"Nice to meet you." he insisted.

"Pleasure's all mine." the kind man stood back.

"Well everyone you should head home. It's been a long trip and I can imagine how tired you must be." Everyone nodded, and Spencer invited me out to a diner he knew would be open still. We drove there in silence and parked, walking and getting seated.

His eyes seemed to be plastered on me. His hair hadn't grown too much since a month ago when I saw him last, but it seemed to be that he was actually filling out. His eyes weren't uncomfortable to me in the slightest. "You know what I am, Molly?" his voice finally broke the not-so-awkward silence, and I looked up, nodding. "Do you know what I do?" I nodded again. "I read people, I can tell what you are thinking just by the way you behave."

I rolled my eyes lightly and bared a rare smile. "And?"

"You have something to tell me." I guess it didn't take me as by surprise. I just placed my spoon down and crossed my arms over my chest. "It's something big, life altering, maybe not just your life, but mine too. See, you can tell the complexity of something by how nervous they are, and like you... how hard they try to hide it." He was good, there is not a doubt in the world that he wasn't one of the best. Brushing my hair out of my face, I leaned towards him. "You can tell me, you know? I think we've known enough long enough that we can trus-"

"I'm pregnant." it was so abrupt and so random in his eyes, random enough to silence him. The stunned look on his face gave me no way to possibly understand his thoughts. "And it's yours." I had to add that one in there, just for insurance, but since he still didn't speak, I continued. "I don't expect anything from you. At first I wasn't even going to tell you, maybe just go through the pregnancy and do the whole adoption thing, but then I thought how I would feel if I had a baby in the world and didn't even know... then I realized that would be like me if I gave it up for adoption. So I am keeping it..." I believe this is the first time I have ever seen Dr. Spencer Reid speechless.

We sat in silence in the little diner, only a few other people dropping in and out on their way from work. His gaze fell from my face and onto his coffee, before a single word was muttered. "How?"

"I guess it broke?" I guessed, and he just nodded. "Wait, it did?"

"I thought I broke it... right up until now." I rested my hands on the table. "Now I know it broke." I felt the pit of my stomach rise, and suddenly the sweet green tea tasted like nothing of interest to me. "What should we do now?"

"We?" I asked, and he nodded. I shook my head. "Spencer you are gone for weeks at a time. You live in a one bedroom apartment and have no experience with children, well... other than being a godfather to your coworker's child. Correct me if I'm wrong but we are in no position to raise a child."

"And you are?" his voice became quieter, yet had a harsher tone that I haven't heard within our light conversations for years. "Alone?"

"I'm not alone. I have my family and my friends. I work as a teacher to elementary school kids and have a three bedroom apartment. I think I can manage." I said honestly. "You are too passionate about the life you created for yourself to do anything about it. I am not by any means saying that it is a bad thing, but I didn't come here asking for help or sympathy or even understanding. I am here for you to gain knowledge and act upon it on your own will." we weren't at the diner for very long, but I felt myself standing up and getting out a five dollar bill for my coffee and a tip.

"And that's it?" he asked form his still sitting position.

"I came here for what I need to do. I am heading back home first thing in the morning. I'm glad you know now, though." he nodded lightly, and kept his dark, sad eyes on the coffee in front of him. "Goodbye." he waved sadly, and blew me a kiss before I left him sitting alone at the diner.

This is just the introduction to what I have planned. I have at least 7 1/2 chapters written and I do not plan on stopping. Let me know if you like it! I think I forgot to mention this but it is my first Criminal Minds fanfiction, and even though this account is new I am very familiar with the website.

Did you like it? Please let me know! 3

Thanks,

m.E.