Disclaimer!—I in no way own the BAU, Criminal Minds, or any of the characters involved in this story(excluding only my original character, Anastasia Carolina)

Spencer woke with a tried mind, not rendering any newness in his life. Though his back ache as he sat up was reasonably new, only being present in his life for the past two months. He blamed it on his couch, never gracing him with any kind of peace, and in the back of his mind he was contemplating sleeping on the floor when he heard soft footsteps making their way down the steps. Spencer looked up with a smile as soft as the footsteps taking his features before he even saw Anna.

"Hello." Spencer said in a quiet voice, as Anne slowly approached him, taking the seat to his left and his hand. She took his hand and brought it to her face, kissing his knuckles.

"You know you really don't have to sleep on the couch for me. I'll sleep on the couch."

"That's okay Anna, I like the couch." He told her, lying through his teeth.

"You are one terrible liar."Anne said with a laugh, then kissed him and ran her hands through his hair.

Spencer laughed against her lips, and had her pull away and told him to go get a shower, she'd make breakfast. Truthfully, he liked how Anna took care of him in any way she could. Spencer had been dating Anna for two years next Tuesday, though for the first year and a half they'd strictly been pen pals. Dating yes, but having no idea what each other looked like, or meeting. He knew he'd gotten the better end of that deal. Anna was absolutely gorgeous, and he was, well Spencer. Though she told him a lot how handsome she found him, his intelligence stimulating and cute. But he knew much better, but as he climbed the stairs he put it to the back of his mind.

Originally, Anna had lived in Russia. Her parents had been American, hence the last name, and died while in Russia when Anna was twenty two. She'd been a private investigator for seven years, but got transferred to the American team a few months ago. This was a miracle for the couple, and with Anna knowing nothing of the country Spencer immediately offered for her to live with him. She refused at first, but then he told her that he wanted nothing more than her company, and that their religious relationship was one he intended to keep up with it. Only then had she accepted, and that had been two months ago, when he'd taken the couch and forced her to take the bed. In one way, he knew they were in love, her letters were saved in his room, and he knew almost everything about her, but he also knew there was a long gap between now, and when, if ever, they would wed. Anna told him constantly how much she loved him and wanted him for the rest of her life, but and he felt the same, but for some reason it just seemed too good to be true.

Spencer was in and out of the shower quickly. True, it was only nine and he didn't have to be in today till eleven, but he liked to be early and get all his paperwork done, then get home and make dinner. It was a bashful trait he'd just picked up recently and the rest of his team had questioned at first when he hadn't done their paperwork. He'd almost gotten snappy when they asked.

"Hey kid, you mind doing my last six files, I have a date tonight?" Morgan asked, dropping the files on Spencer's desk without waiting for an answer.

"Morgan I have things to do tonight, I can't do these." Spencer told him easily. Morgan arched an eyebrow.

"What do you have to do? Re-watch star wars and compare it with the books." He laughed, and Spencer looked up with a small glare.

"Despite popular belief, I do have a life Derek. And I'm sorry if doing your own work for once interferes with your personal life but you're going to have to get used to it like everyone else."Spencer shot at him, and picked up his bag and walked out of the BAU.

That had been yesterday, and he didn't know how Morgan would be today. Spencer worried for this as he dressed in his khaki pants, and a blue buttoned shirt with a dark blue sweater vest over it. He smoothed his hair back and pushed his glasses onto his face, finding his shoes and making his way back downstairs. He smelled eggs and smiled at the prospect, he loved being cooked for. Though Anna did eat eggs, she refused all other meats. Spencer had adapted this diet and avoided all questions about it at work.

Anna met Spencer at the bottom of the stairs, a plate for him in her hand and a glass of orange juice. Anna wasn't working today; a few weeks ago she'd been shot in the shoulder and was almost fully recovered. Next week, she'd be back on the job. If nothing else, she was a fighter.

"Thank you so much, beautiful." Spencer told Anna, and put his food down on the table so he could put his arms around her. She still was dressed in her pajamas, nothing special. Black sweatpants from her school in Russia, and a loose green shirt that read 'Аво́сь да как-нибу́дь до добра́ не доведу́т.' It meant 'Maybe and somehow won't make any good.' The moral of that was to not rely of chance, and she wore it because she told Spencer constantly how he had been her chance. He'd figured the shirt out on his own, but he liked to ask her what it meant now and again, to make her feeler smarter. Don't get him wrong, Anna was absolutely positively brilliant, almost a genius. But he knew, in the intelligence category, it was easy to be intimidated by him.

"You are very welcome flower." She said in her Russian accent, it was faint but it was defiantly there. He adored that about her as well, her accent and the way she called him flower. Once he'd asked her why, and she'd been silent for a long while. After a while she had just looked up and kissed him, whispering

'I love flowers.'

Spencer and Anna sat down and had a quiet breakfast, only words that were shared were Anna reminding Spencer of their anniversary next week.

"I know, I have something really special planned." Spencer shared, and Anna smiled, looked away.

Spencer laughed, and got up to put his plate in the sink. Running another hand through his hair, Spencer picked up his bag and put it over his shoulder, saying goodbye to Anna before she ran up and threw her thin arms around him.

"I love you Spencer, I'll miss you." Spencer smiled into her hair and returned the cherished words. Then Anna stepped back and kissed him, roughly. He swore, he didn't understand her, not one bit. Sometimes she didn't even want to hold hands, and other times, she was trying to mack his face off. Not that he minded, of course. He began to get extremely lightheaded, but put that in the back of his mind and she put her hands in his hair and pushed him to the wall. Their kiss was intimate, long, and beautiful in a way. At one point he glanced up at the clock, he was almost late. It hurt to break away from is dear Anna Carolina, but managed it and whispered he was going to be later, and she let him leave, but watched him until he was out of sight.

Spencer got into work at eleven fifteen, everyone already in a meeting. He tried to smooth down his hair that Anna's hands had explored but he knew it was almost hopeless. His hair was quite possibly his worst enemy. When he entered, everyone looked up at him. Morgan, of course was the first to speak, and next to him, the only available seat.

"So how were those plans last night? Treat you well?" He asked with a laugh and Spencer sat down push his hair out of his face and glasses up on his nose, ignoring Morgan. Hotch looked at him, eyes prodding.

"So why were you late Reid? You're usually early."

Spencer looked away from all the prodding eyes, face red.

"I got distracted." He mumbled and pretended to be busy with his bag. Hotch chuckled but didn't ask another question.

"There is a serial rapist in this part of town. He's extremely violent, and seems to be looking for someone. On every victim, he abducts them, leaving no evidence behind, rapes them, only keeps them long enough for his DNA to be out of them, and then throws them out onto the street. And on every girl there are not only terrible bruises and scars, he etches 'Not her,' on their stomach. He seems to be looking for one girl."

Spencer looked up, eyes on the board Hotch was using. "What is the resemblance between the victims?"

Hotch opened pictures of seven girls, all beautiful with dark hair and dark eyes. He began to think they looked like Anna but banished the thought as him just thinking of her.

"All not only look similar but are Russian in origin. The un-sub is definitely looking for someone particular. "

Again, Spencer's thoughts ran to Anna but when he looked again, the girls didn't look too much like her.

"Now, we aren't to begin the investigation until tomorrow, so today will be use filling out the paperwork for it. Get to it." Hotch said and left the room. Morgan immediately turned on Spencer.

"So, who is she?" he asked, apparently forgetting about their spat.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I got distracted this morning by the premier of a book I've been waiting for." Spencer said calmly.

"Really? Where is it?"

Spencer was quiet, he didn't know why he didn't want to tell his coworkers about Anna, and he just liked it like you might like a sweet secret, which she was. And he just didn't want to share her.

"If you tell me about her, I won't tell a soul. I promise." Morgan said with a smile.

Spencer just looked at him and stood.

"You can met her later." He said and went to start his work, but in reality he couldn't get out of his head how similar his Anna Carolina was to the victims, and it worried him more than he could handle.