Charlotte shot up in her bed, a cold sweat. She looked around the room and even thought about pulling her gun out from her side table drawer. She shook her head and began to compose herself. It was just another dream. She looked at her clock. 4:52 a.m. She was going to get up soon anyway, and there was no possibility of going back to sleep.

She slid out of bed just as the D.C. sun began to glow through her stained glass window. She wasn't to thrilled about the move to her new apartment, but it was closer to her new job, there was a really good coffee shop next door, and she really loved that purple stained glass window. She walked over to the bathroom and took a nice long shower. She dried off and put her hair up in a messy bun. She threw on an old T-shirt and some jeans and ran down to the coffee shop.

She opened the door to the little cafe and the familiar smell of fresh coffee and pastries filled her nose. Everything in there reminded her of her fathers shop. She loved it here. It was the only place she felt at home. She picked up her coffee and muffin and sat down. she checked the time. 5:36. She had some time before she needed to go to work, she was going to enjoy herself and start the day right.

After a bit she got up to go back to her apartment with a new coffee in hand. Standing in the elevator she pulled out her phone to see if she had gotten any new emails. While scrolling through her phone, she saw the time. 6:27! She had to be there in an hour and a half! When the elevator door opened she sprinted to her apartment. As she pulled her keys out of her pocket, the door in between her and her own flew open and a man walked through. Charlotte tried to stop in time but she ended up crashing right into him, soaking them both in her iced coffee. "I am so sorry, i tried to stop, im just in a hurry!" She stood up and looked at the man, still on the ground clutching his head . The both of them were covered in papers and files and coffee.

The man began to stand up and Charlotte grabbed his arm and helped him up. She then proceeded to pick up all of his things that were strewn across the floor. She placed her hands on coffee soaked files and books, hastily gathering them up. Then she picked up what she thought was a wallet. It flopped open and she saw that it wasn't a wallet at all, but a badge. "Dr. Spencer Reid of the FBI." She gave a small smile and looked right into the mans eyes. "FBI, well isn't that neat?"