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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer sits alone at his desk in the Bullpen, early on this Saturday morning, typing out after-action reports, and periodically checking email. He hadn't worked on a Saturday for a little while, but found the quiet solitude a happy escape from the mess of holiday-goers outside of his building. Besides, the coffee was free, and no one cared if he was in jeans and his favorite sweatshirt, and glasses instead of contacts.

He sipped his coffee, and began to rewrite yet another report that Hotch had left for him, not noticing the weekend crew that was settling in at the opposite end of the Bullpen.

[charlottemoore]

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Charlotte sat back in her chair, her brown wavy hair hanging freely over her shoulders. She clicked a pen in her right hand, her left hand tapping on the desk in front of her. The computer in front of her whirred and clicked, displaying Firefox's homepage and a few other tabs. Her incoming papers basket was, for once, empty. She'd just finished all her work for the week, and she felt amazing. Her basket, like all the other agents, was continuously full of folders and paperwork needing work, and now, for once, it was empty. Of course, this wouldn't last long, but just knowing she'd conquered the mountain of paperwork made her feel on top of the world. Grabbing the mug on her desk, Charlotte tipped it up into her mouth, draining the last dregs of her peppermint tea. Replacing the mug, she sighed in relief, crossing her legs at her ankles and looking around the bullpen. Hardly anyone was here, for it was a weekend. She noticed some of the weekend officers as well as a few scattered agents trying to finish up some paperwork like her. Looking a few desks over from her, she noticed the infamous Spencer Reid sitting back in his chair. She'd heard much about the boy genius in her time at the FBI, how he could read faster than anyone any of the agents knew, how his memory was perfect, and how he graduated school so early that it was unbelievable for any human being. Charlotte had eyed him from afar, and he seemed nice enough. She hadn't exactly spoken to him, but then again she wasn't sure if she wanted to since her social skills were not exactly up to par.

Grinning, she pinched the bridge of her nose, pulling it up slightly toward her forehead until it gave a slight clicking noise. She knew she belonged here in the FBI. She knew that this was where her passion lay, where her skills were and would continue to develop. She wanted to develop herself and become a successful agent, someone with a great job and a successful life. Charlotte knew that with dedication and hard work, she would be able to pull that off. Running a tongue over her front teeth, she dropped the pen back in the mug holder an laced her hands together, placing them on the desk. Her computer screen faded to black, and she untangled her arms, shaking the mouse to wake it up again. What was she even doing right now? She'd finished work, why didn't she just go home? Yet what was there at home for her? Sure, she could see her cockatoo Frederic or her fish Maurice, but why not stay here a little longer. She loved the feel of being at her very own desk in the Quantico FBI bullpen. Charlotte loved knowing that out of so many applicants, she was chosen for her skills and promising talent. Folding her arms over her chest, she looked around again, watching Reid working along with the other remaining agents.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

(It's cool. I was giving it another little bit, then I was going to delete it myownself).

Spencer looks up, feeling someone's eyes on him. He glances around, noticing a pretty agent he hadn't seen before looking his way. He quickly glanced back at his computer, blushing lightly, cursing whatever genetic problem he had that made him flush so easily. He typed a few more words, then glanced up again, met the woman's gaze, smiled, and nodded. He wanted to go talk to her, but decided against it; firstly, he had so much work to do, and secondly, it was not a good idea to get involved with another agent. Even if they are pretty. And staring at you.

[charlottemoore]

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Life was good. Sure, she was working on a Saturday morning, but Charlotte didn't mind at all. She loved her job. Every moment she was at her desk in the bullpen in the Quantico-centered FBI headquarters was heaven. She was even starting to make friends! A fellow agent, one Signe Larsen, had shown Charlotte that it was possible to come out of her shell. Sure, she wasn't a different person, but having someone she could confide in was a great self-esteem boost and joy. She and Signe weren't inseparable, but they'd spoken a few times, and Signe didn't seem turned off by Charlotte's inexperience and lack of social skills. Charlotte clicked her shoes together, shuffling her mouse around a bit and staring aimlessly at the computer screen. She really had nothing else to do besides the file she'd already finished, but Charlotte was just relishing her spot here at the FBI and wasn't quite ready to call it quits. Smiling to herself, she straightened her pencil holder and re-positioned her keyboard just so.

Charlotte glanced over at Spencer Reid, working tirelessly. At the exact wrong moment, the genius peeked up from his computer screen, catching Charlotte's eye. Averting her gaze, Charlotte watched Reid blush from the corner of her eye, feeling heat creep up the back of her neck and across her cheeks. Looking back at her computer screen, she cursed herself for being so foolish and unskilled at these situations. Nibbling on her lip, she dared to look back over at Spencer, noticing him look up, smile, and nod before going back to work. Charlotte's heart fluttered in her chest, and her breath caught on a hitch. No no no no. She could not get her hopes up on some guy. A guy who happened to be someone she hoped to work with in the future. Her hope to join the BAU could not be ruined by some relationship (if it even got that far). But then again, he did smile at her. But would she say the right thing if she approached him? Exhaling in frustration, she left her gaze fixed on the screen without actually seeing it. What would Signe say? Be brave! Gathering her courage, Charlotte stood up, grabbing her mug off the desk. Her heart racing and her mind screaming at her to stop, she approached Dr. Spencer Reid. Her legs felt wobbly and she could hardly believe herself, but she continued on her way over.

Looking down at him, she grimaced slightly in fear before pulling herself together and producing a smile. Raising her mug, she gave a little high-pitched trill of laughter, her eyes betraying her fear. "Um... h-hello. I-I was just going to get more tea? Do you want anything?" she asked, her voice wavering. Clearing her throat slightly, she gripped her mug tightly. "I'm, um, Dr. Charlotte Elodie Moore, but you can call me Charlotte, because that's what everyone else calls me, so, um, hi?" she said, feeling a blush creep through her face as she realized the stupidity of her words.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer sighed in slight annoyance; couldn't this...child see he was working? But he glanced up at her, feeling himself blush again.

"Get it together, Spencer," he told himself, "It's a random agent, asking if you want something to drink. You idiot, don't read too much into it." He smiles, and nods at the girl again, feeling like a ninny.

"Nice to meet you. I am SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before." Spencer groaned inwardly; *that* was the best he could do?! Think, he told himself, think. What would Morgan say? He smiled again-Morgan would be funny. He can't do funny. But he can do fairly calm. Maybe. "Charlotte. I can do that. Tea sounds good. What kind?"

[charlottemoore]

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Charlotte felt her legs shaking, yet she was completely oblivious to Reid's slightly more than obvious annoyance. Her hands were sweating slightly as they grasped the mug, her knuckles white, and she shifted her stance more than necessary. Giving an overly nervous smile, she felt her heart leap into her chest when the Special Agent smiled back up at her. She hoped she wasn't making a bad impression and that Spencer didn't just think her some stupid kid. Pushing her hair behind her right ear, Charlotte bit her lip and counted slowly to herself, trying to calm her heart rate and breathing. She was fine. She was fine. She could carry on a conversation without a hitch. She could do it. If she couldn't speak with another Agent, then what kind of FBI agent was she herself? She needed to learn these things sooner or later, and better sooner rather than later. If Charlotte herself couldn't fix her behavior, how could she analyze others? Yet despite all her mind's protests and shouts, she stayed just as awkward and oblivious.

Thankfully, Spencer returned her introduction without questioning her social skills. She blinked a few times, her smile widening. "No, I don't think we've met. I'd remember that," she said. A beat passed, and Charlotte felt herself turn as red as a stop sign. Ducking her head slightly, she kicked herself. That was so stupid! Why would she say something like that? She didn't mean for it to come out of her mouth. Pulling her arms in closer to her body, she wished she had never come over here and could just sink into the ground. Glancing up bravely, she watched Reid react to her awkward introduction. "Um, well I'm drinking peppermint tea, but I also have other varieties of white tea, which helps with bone strength and blood pressure along with other things, and I've also got green tea which also lowers blood pressure if you're stressed or ginseng tea which helps with stress if you, again, are stressed. I think they all taste good, though," she said, cutting herself off before she could ramble more about the health benefits of tea. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Charlotte grimaced. "Um, so yeah, I can get it or you can pick it out yourself. Or you don't have to have any if you don't want to!" she added quickly, hoping Reid didn't feel pressured into drinking any tea if he didn't want to.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer smiles.

"Well, I've been drinking Chamomile. Did you know that Chamomile is good for calming your mind?" He could kick himself and hoped that the girl didn't think that he was being mean. He was just really, truly busy and this Charlotte was interrupting. He continued.

"But actually, I just started a pot of coffee. Agent Anderson over there," he said, pointing to the man that helped the team on many occasions, "wanted some. We were going to share a pot. I like mine with lots of sugar, though, so I think he was just going to pour some into the mug his wife sent with him."

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Charlotte kicked herself for about the sixtieth time since she left the comfort of her desk. What was she doing? Sure, Signe'd encouraged her to come out of her shell, but she probably meant by saying hello to people during work, not asking Spencer Reid if he wanted tea. By doing this, she not only showed her odd fetish but also her social awkwardness and her inability to carry on a conversation as well as her obliviousness. Vowing never to do anything remotely like this again, she fought embarrassed tears, blinking rapidly and turning her head slightly, passing it off by swiping at an invisible eyelash in the corner of her eye. She held her mug limply in her right hand, straightening her skirt with her left and giving herself a second before she turned back to face the BAU member. Now she'd gone and almost cried. What was her problem? She knew she would only embarrass herself, so why was this reaction triggered when she logically had all the time in the world to prepare herself for it? It just wasn't possible, wasn't scientifically happening. Yet she still felt stupid and nothing could change that. Maybe she just wasn't cut out for friendship in general. It was, after all, a give and take, and Charlotte obviously couldn't give. She resolved to find her solace in books and pets as she had for so long. It had worked for her for twenty-four years. Who was she to change her system now?

Nodding slowly, Charlotte caught the annoyance and sarcasm in Reid's comment on chamomile tea. Of course. The one she didn't have. Charlotte got the message loud and clear, along with all of his other subtexts. Taking a deep breath and sucking her lower lip under her front teeth, she nodded again, stepping back slightly. "Um, coffee. Yeah. I should've known," she said, gesturing weakly to his mug sitting on the desk. Trying to clear her mind of emotion, Charlotte cleared her throat, giving a halfhearted smile. Enough conversation for today. She was just getting in everyone's way. "I'll, um, check on the coffee and see if Agent Anderson has already got his," she said, grabbing her right elbow wit her left hand, her mug dangling awkwardly. "Right. Well, um, it was nice to meet you, SSA Dr. Reid," she said, deciding to go with formalities as to be better safe than sorry.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Oh, man. He'd messed up, so he quickly ran through his mental filo-fax of proper etiquette, and spoke to the girl.

"Agent Moore, was it? I'm sorry. I didn't mean that I wasn't interested in tea. Let me show you the coffee pot we're using. You can have some, if you like. Anderson's a good guy." He hoped that the girl wouldn't think too terribly of him, and the girl seemed fairly intelligent, if a little nervous and high-strung, and so he thinks she might be interested in what he was working on.

"What do you do for the BAU, exactly?" He asks, starting to follow her to the hallway.

[charlottemoore]

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Charlotte just about wanted to die when she went and embarrassed herself further by already being embarrassed. She noticed the mortification on Spencer Reid's face and wanted to scream, shake herself silly, and knock whatever had clamped down on her brain off. She couldn't keep herself together, could she? All these unasked for emotions were pouring out of her, obvious and apparent, and she was just acting like an adolescent. Taking another silent, calming breath, she tried to focus and keep herself from seeming any less intelligent. She would never make friends if she kept acting like this around everyone. Shifting her stance slightly, Charlotte rubbed her lips together as if she'd just put on chapstick, another annoying habit of hers. Giving a slight cough into the crook of her right arm, she blinked slowly, trying to clear her mind. She could walk away and still save her image. It was obvious she wasn't wanted, and Charlotte wasn't going to hold that against anyone but herself. It was her own fault, no one else's. Lifting her chin slightly, she took a step back from Reid's desk, trying to concentrate on her nice warm tea instead of what had just happened. Thinking through I Attempt From Love's Sickness to Fly in her head, she tried to busy herself with the recollection of the piece of music. Once she'd focused on that, Charlotte turned herself around and began to head toward the hall.<br><br>

And then, against all odds, Dr. Spencer Reid apologized to her. Stopping cold in her tracks, the song was wiped from her mind. Usually people laughed as she walked away, they didn't apologize. Feeling a small smile play at her lips, she turned around. "Yes, that's right," she said, looking at the other Agent. "And it's no problem, it was my fault..." she said, trailing off as to not ramble on again as she did so often when nerves were at play. He offered to show her to the coffee pot, and Charlotte nodded. She didn't usually drink coffee, but she might as well have some anyway. It would be a nice change of pace. "Sure... Uh - Thank you," she said with a small smile, watching him get up from the desk and follow her into the hall. "Well, nothing very important," she said with a small laugh, her brain working overtime to come up with her next sentence. "I, um, just file paperwork and update backgrounds on cases and such. You, know, uh, I give the occasional summing up of an old case if it's not up-to-date or accurate. I'm mostly here, though, in case a BAU team needs a second opinion," she said, glancing round the halls. Looking back up at Spencer, she took a deep breath. "And what about you? W-What where you working on back there? she asked, curious. "If you don't mind, of course," Charlotte added, a slight flush creeping up the back of her neck.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

(Yayz, home from work! LONG day...)

Spencer followed the woman down the hall; they were heading for the breakroom when she spoke to him. He sighed in relief-she wasn't annoyed with him. He noticed a blush was spreading across her pretty features and down her neck, and he mused to himself about how often that had happened to him in the early days. He speaks.

"A consultant, huh? I could use your opinon on a case we're doing. I am finihsing up a file on a series of sex assaults on college girls in Arkansas. Interested in taking a look? I could use another word for "attack."

He rolled his eyes at his own bumbling stupidity. Really, the excuse sounded SO lame, and this girl could probably read right through it.

As they entered the breakroom, he gestured to the coffee pot, and set about preparing his cup he way he liked it-lots of milk, plenty of sugar, and a dash of cinnamon on top. He extended the coffee pot to the young woman.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

(sorry, kinda lame right now. I did two perms today, and they're tiring.)

[charlottemoore]

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Charlotte walked with Spencer Reid down the hall, her heart beating wildly and her mind racing. She tried to keep her features emotionless, to internalize her fears and excitement and avoid another episode like before. She could do this. Wavering between hope and doubt, she took small strides, her rubber-soled heels thwacking softly on the floor. Fixing her coral jacket, Charlotte hoped her outfit was suitable. She new she was dressed up slightly for a Saturday morning, but with her young age she needed all the edge she could get. Pushing her hair behind her left ear, Charlotte glanced down at the floor, away from Spencer. She felt as if her conversation was going smoother than initially, yet it was still a far way from perfect. Looking back up, she studied Reid's casual clothing, glasses, and slightly messy brown hair, thinking that his appearance was always so perfect and put together no matter what he was wearing. Realizing she was staring slightly, Charlotte snapped her head to the left, causing her neck to give a sharp protest. Ignoring it, she reached a hand behind her neck, biting down on another blush and just praying the Special Agent didn't notice.

Spencer seemed to accept her addition to the conversation, commenting on how he'd like a second opinion on his case. Did that mean he valued her opinion? Was he insinuating something else? Feeling her mind reel out of control, she tried to pull herself in before she over-analyzed the situation. Still, Charlotte grinned widely, blushing a bit more. He had to at least value her opinion and not despise her attitude to ask her to take a look. And she would love to do it! "Really?" she asked, her voice small. Clearing her throat, Charlotte tried again. "I mean, um, I would love to! I can always use more experience with sex crimes," she continued, shaking her head vigorously after she said that. Her ever-present blush remained and turned a twinge darker. "Not that, uh, I would ever want to actually witness one, just that I would want to work on familiarity with MOs and everything," she finished, trailing off and giving a sigh. Why could she never get what she meant to say across?

The two reached the breakroom, and Spencer pointed out the pot of coffee. Charlotte watched as he went about preparing his with sugar, milk, and cinnamon. How did she want hers? The only time she'd really had coffee was ages ago, and she'd drank tea because she preferred the sweetness to the bitter taste. Looking up, she noticed the agent holding the coffee pot out to her. Blinking, she took the pot and moved over to the counter, pouring some into her mug. She wanted milk, right? Moving to the milk jug, she poured a decent amount in and then shoveled some sugar into the mix. Stirring it all with her spoon, Charlotte grabbed the mug, praying that her tastebuds had changed. She took a small sip of the coffee, recoiling as the hot liquid burned the tip of her tongue. Grimacing, she gave a half-amused half-embarrassed laugh to Spencer. "Ugh. Hotter than I'd expected," she said, letting the coffee cool a bit before she drank any more.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer took in the actions of the young woman standing in front of him. He hoped that he wasn't too forward, but he had a good feeling about the girl; though he couldn't say if it was professional opinon or something else. He pushed the second idea out of his mind; any form of romance or even the illusion was against regulation, and he was nothing if not by the book. But if an exception had been made for Kevin Lynch....STOP, Spencer, he warned himself.

He watched the girl prepare her coffee as he responded to her comments, and chuckled.

"I know what you meant about the sex crimes. It's OK; I never want to actually watch one take place, either." He desperatly hoped that she realized he was joking around. God, he was an idiot. He continued.

"Anyway, I could use a woman's perspective, and besides, my brain is a little fried. I've been working nonstop the whole week. Tomorrow, I am just going to sit on my couch and read. ALL day long." He was rambling, and felt even more like an idiot than before. He watched as the girl sipped her coffee after adjusting her pretty pink jacket. He tried to speak again, but was interrupted when he saw the look on her face; it was hot, apparently, and she wasn't ready for it.

He tried not to chuckle, and instead bit his lip.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

[charlottemoore]

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Charlotte went about preparing her coffee, guessing on ratios and hoping it made the bitter liquid sweeter. Watching the milk swirl with the dark coffee as she poured it in, she inhaled deeply, enjoying the slightly bitter scent. After pouring her sugar in as well, Charlotte picked her mug up and turned to face Spencer, who, she noticed, had been watching her. That means nothing a little voice inside her head chastised. And even if it did, you two are working together. You know that's against the rules the little voice said, scolding Charlotte. Charlotte fought the little voice far back in her head. Besides, nothing was happening. They were just being friendly. Just friendly. Yes. That's it. Keeping her mind off the matter, she and Reid began to talk about his current case and sex crimes in general. She gave a little smile, grateful that he understood her meaning, and emitted a little giggle at Reid's comment. She was relieved that his terminology, almost parallel to Charlotte's, showed that he understood her meaning. Reid started to talk about needing a woman's opinion. Did that mean any woman's? No, stupid, he specifically asked you the little voice added, and Charlotte smiled. "I can imagine. And I'd love to help!" she said enthusiastically. She could learn a few things from Spencer Reid's approach on a report. Nodding at him vigorously, Charlotte grinned widely. "I love just relaxing and reading all day!" she added happily. "Any particular book you're planning on reading?" Charlotte asked.

Taking a sip of her coffee, she recoiled, pulling her tongue in on itself. In all the wanderings of her mind, she hadn't thought that the drink made by boiling water might be too hot to drink right off the bat. Giving a little laugh, she looked at Spencer, hoping he didn't think she was a complete idiot. Wanting to smack a palm to her forehead after commenting on the obvious, Charlotte refrained from trying the coffee again. Too hot, too hot she repeated in her mind, trying to keep herself from being stupid again. Looking up, Charlotte noticed Reid trying not to laugh. He asked if she was alright, and the young woman gave a sheepish smile along with a small laugh. "Yes, I'm fine," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Shows how focused I am," Charlotte continued, grinning.

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