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Chapter One: This Was In My Box

Spencer Reid stood up from his desk in the bullpen and started to gather his things. It was finally Friday which meant two entire days to himself. No more surviving on junk food and old coffee, no waking up ungodly early in lonely hotel rooms, and no work. Well hopefully there would be no work. He did sometimes get called away from his weekends when they had cases.

He rolled his eyes as he heard Derek Morgan ask him the same question he asked him every Friday. "So are you going out with us Reid? I'm pretty sure there might be some nice ladies that will be interested in that big genius brain of yours".

"Going where"? Spencer stated not looking up at him as he reached down and shut his computer off. He didn't really know why he was asking.

After all he rarely went out with Morgan and the others. Morgan usually had to talk him into going out and being social.

It really wasn't his fault. He just preferred to relax at home with a good book and a nice cup of coffee. Drinking and dancing never really entertained him that much.

Morgan shook his head as he spoke up "You know. Going out for drinks. Come on it's been a long week. You could use a night out. I know we all can. We're all going out...well Hotch and Gideon aren't, but still. I'm pretty sure I can get you a date if we go to the right bar".

"No thanks. I think I'm just going to go home and relax. I've got this new book on Jack The Ripper that I'm really looking forward to reading". He stated shrugging his shoulders a bit as he fastened his messengers bag shut.

"Jack the Ripper. Jeez Reid don't you get enough of serial killers, and murder at work"? Morgan exclaimed raising his eyebrows. To tell the truth he was amazed that Reid wanted to read half the things he'd seen the young agent reading on the jet and occasionally in the bullpen.

Spencer shook his head ignoring Morgan's comments. He spoke up as he made it towards the elevator "I think it's interesting. I waited to get this book for weeks. I had to give the bookstore my number so they could call me as soon as it came in".

"Okay whatever Reid. I guess I'll see you Monday". Morgan stated giving up on getting Reid to go out with the rest of the team.

Spencer let out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed behind him. He sometimes wished Morgan would just leave his love life.......well actually his lack of a love life alone.

Yes he knew Morgan was only trying to help him out. After all it was a pretty commonly known fact around the BAU that young Dr. Reid had never once had a girlfriend.

At 25 years old he had only been out on one date with JJ, and he had only kissed one girl. Lila whom he'd never had the nerve to call after they'd left LA. He was pretty sure that nothing good could ever come out of calling her so why bother.

It really wasn't his fault. A relationship was a very serious thing. He knew that what he did for a living made it difficult to have a real relationship with anyone.

Spencer couldn't help but to let out a sigh of relief as he shut his the front door to his apartment behind him. He managed to take of his coat and his messengers bag and lay them on the nearest table before he started to sort through his mail.

He never really got anything interesting in the mail. Just junk mail and letters from his mother. He tossed the mail down on the coffee table before he made his way to the kitchenette praying that he had enough sugar for a big sweet cup of coffee.

He frowned laying his coffee pot down on the counter as he heard the loud repetitive ringing of his door bell. Who in the world could that be? He was pretty sure he wasn't expecting anyone.

He sighed as a thought popped up in his head. Oh god hopefully Morgan hadn't come by to make a last ditch effort to get him out on the town.

Didn't he get that all Spencer wanted was a nice peaceful weekend to himself.

He rolled his eyes as he made his way towards the door reaching out to open it. He opened his mouth prepared to tell Morgan that he really was sure that he didn't want to go out this weekend.

He quickly shut his mouth as he opened the door realizing that whom was on the other side of the door was defiantly not Morgan. It was a girl.

He swallowed the lump in his throat feeling a little clueless as to why there was a girl standing on the other side of the door.

He looked at her studying her features. She looked to be about five foot four and she seemed to be quite thin. Almost as thin as him though he was sure that not very many people were as thin as him. She had wavy dirty blond hair and dark grey eyes. She was dressed pretty professionally wearing a plain purple blouse and a black pencil skirt, though the rosy pink nail polish on her fingernails was chipped quite a bit.

He raised his eyebrows noticing that she was holding an envelope in her right hand. An envelope that he immediately recognized. It came from Bennington Sanitarium where his mother currently was. The letters that came from Bennington always looked the same. Plain brown envelopes with Vegas stamps.

She held out the envelope before she spoke up looking a little embarrassed. "Sorry to bother you but this came in my box. The mailman must have gotten our boxes confused. I just moved into the apartment next door a few weeks ago, and I just sat up my box the other day".

He swallowed another lump in his throat as he spoke up. "I uh Thanks. It's from my mother".

He let out a sigh of relief grateful to see that she just handed him the envelope. He was grateful that she didn't give him any weird looks . Especially considering he'd just said that a letter that was coming from a sanitarium came from his mother.

She smiled softly speaking up as she motioned to the sending address "So I'm guessing your Dr. Spencer Reid. No offense but I expected you to be a little older. I mean your a little young to have gone to medical school aren't you"?

He blushed as she said this. He knew that he was more than used to hearing this statement from people.

"Their phd's three of them. I work for the BAU". He stated knowing that blurting out what he did for a living might of freaked her out a little bit.

After all finding out that your neighbor profiled and tracked down serial killers for a living might freak quite a few people out.

She nodded her head before she spoke up looking a little astonished. "So I'm guessing you must be quite smart then to work for the FBI and all".

He felt his cheeks flush a little knowing that quite smart was an understatement.

"Well It was nice meeting you Dr. Reid. I'll be sure to bring your mail by if I get any more of it". She stated giving him a warm smile as she turned to go back to her apartment.

He stuck his head out his door feeling a little shy about saying this to her. "Hey uh y-you don't have to call me Dr. Reid, Spencer or Spence is fine, or Reid even. Everyone usually calls me Reid....... You never told me your name".

She turned to face him raising her eyebrows as she spoke up. "Eliza. My name is Eliza Johanson. I'll see you around Reid".

He felt his cheeks flush as he shut the door behind him. Hopefully he would see her around.