"Love seeks one thing only: the good of the one loved. It leaves all the other secondary effects to take care of themselves. Love, therefore, is its own reward."

Thomas Merton


It is a bright a sunny afternoon, Spencer notices as he waits anxiously for the phone to ring again. He should have been used to it by now. Only that he isn't. Every time he waits for her to call him back, his mind wanders to every bad scenario that he had ever came to see in his line of duty.

He tries to focus his mind on the book he is supposedly reading -funny, he always seems to be reading Sherlock Holmes as he waits for her, an habit he got from their letters, always signed with aliases from the Arthur Conan Doyle books. It's one of her favorites, and he knows it.

A few moments later the phone rings again. He picks it up immediately and sighs in relief as he hears her sweet voice on the other end of the line.

"Spence?" She asks carefully, but he can hear a hint of a smile in her voice.

"Yeah, it's me." He answers and she laughs "How have you been, Maeve?"

"I have been good, I went to the store yesterday." Maeve answers and he smiles, the sole fact that she is feeling comfortable enough to leave her house is a good thing. That means she is not that scared anymore, and that she hasn't received any threatening messages lately. "Whithout a wig, or glasses, or a hat."

"That is really good." He smiles as he hears joyfullness, it makes him happy.

He is a men of science, of knowlege. And to him, love is, as a matter of fact, a combination of substances and hormones that are generated when two people meet and belive their genes would combine to reproduce. Simply a combination of genes and nothing else. But he has never met her before, he has no idea of what she looks like and she has no idea of what he looks like. So why would he know that he loves her?

But he does, he knew it even before she said it to him on their last phone call. He has not said it yet, of course, he should, never knowing if he will come back from a case or if her stalker will come and get her. But Spencer Reid wants to say it to her face, looking her in the eye, he wants to see the happiness on her face, the same one he felt when she said it.

"I think he is gone." She says quietly "I think he is gone now, for good."

He knew that stalkers were likely to only stop when they got caught, but if she hasn't recieved any messagae then maybe, just maybe, he stopped following her arround and hurting her. It was unlikely, but still a possibility.

"Did you hear me Spence?" Maeve says quietly and he realises he did not paid attention to what she had said to him.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat it?" He asks, somewhat embarassed and she giggles slightly. He had come to love the sound of it, the minute she answered the first phone call.

"I said that I want us to meet." Maeve replies quietly and Spencer is for a moment, lost of words. he knew this day would come, that he would see her someday, they talked about it, but there was nothing comfirmed yet. "I don't want to be scared forever Spence." She says and he had never felt more proud of her that he is now, she is fighting her demons, and he wants to help her with it.

"Just tell me where and when and I promise you I'll be there." He says and smiles, even tough she can't see it. "Do you have a place, or a date?"

"Well, you can pick a day where you will be able to meet me, but there's a restaurant I went once with my parents, it called 'Le Bistro', have you heard of it?" She asks, he did heard of that place before, and that will make things easier. It's nice that she has chosen a familiar place, that both of them know, now all he has to do pick is a date.

"Maybe saturday night? If that's okay with you." Spencer answers "And I know that place, it's a great restaurant, with a great atmosphere, calm and they play a great classical concert on the saturday nights." He muses.

"That is exactly why I chose it." Maeve laughs "Aparently we have the same taste for places."

"And music."

"And let's not forget the books." She adds.

"We do have a lot in common Dr. Maeve Donovan."

"Indeed we do Dr. Spencer Reid." She laughs and sighs on the phone. He knows it means it's time to go, an hour has passed and they better not run all their luck today, not when they must still be carefull for their meeting.

"This saturday, then?" Spencer asks her. "Around seven pm?"

"Yes, I can't wait for it." Maeve finishes "bye, I love you." And he notices she has gotten quite used to saying it, perharps an habit of making the most of her time, with the people she fancies. Emboldened by her words, he says it for the first time.

"I love you too." He was only meaning to say it after they meet but he knows how hwe feels and since she is not scared of saying those three words, he shouldn't be either.

"I'm glad to hear that, Spence." Maeve replies simply but he can once again hear the smile in her voice.

"And I'm glad you said it too." He smiles and mutters another goodbye, but waits for her to hung up first, just to make sure she heard his words. He sits there for a moment and then leaves.

It will be a long week ahead of him, and he is sure now that even if thgeir meeting is a day before their usual calls, time will go by even slower. But now he will meet her. And he can not wait for it.


Hey there everyone! Happy valentine's day! Please tell me if I should leave it there or write a full fic out of it, but anyway, I hope you enjoy it!