Authors Note: This is my first ever Criminal Minds Fanfiction and I honestly have no clue what I'm doing. If you like it, thats cool, if you dont and you want to send me the construcive critiscism. Please do because I'd like to try and fix it.

I do not own Criminal Minds.

CHAPTER 1

Spencer Reid hated going to MENSA meetings. You think he would enjoy them, because for once he would be surrounded by people who understood his awkwardness and weren't annoyed by his spewing of random facts.

But MENSA meetings for Spencer were never fun. People who regularly showed up to these weren't awkward geniuses, but arrogant ones who showed up purely to show off. But one of his best friends, JJ had convinced him to go to this meeting. Mostly because it was in a hotel so close to his own apartment he could walk there in minutes, and because for once he was in town when one was occurring.

She also thought it would help take the load off. This last case had been especially stressful and had Bureau's upper management. Our entire case was nearly ruined because the forensic team on the ground. The team managed to misfile two CSI reports and an autopsy that led Spencer and his team to pass over the unsub briefly allowing him to kill another victim before they caught him.

The brass was furious that the mistakes like this had been made, and the entire team had been the center of the blame. It was not the team's fault, they can't do their jobs and watch the CSI's every move.

Chief Strauss promised to sort something out, which could only lead to more troubles for the team. Strauss had tried to get rid of their team leader and use one of their team members to dig up dirt on them, and now that Gideon had left. Who knew how her "solution" could affect the team.

After 30 minutes in this MENSA meeting Spencer wished he hadn't spent the time to come here. After another arrogant jerk came to talk to him about his great job, Spencer wanted to leave. The jerk reminded Spencer of the guys in high school, and anything that reminded Spencer of high school was bad.

Spencer left the hotel and walked out into the slightly chilled September Air and look down the street. The glittering lights of a sign caught his attention, the sign flashed letters that spelled out "BAR" in big bold letters. Spencer wasn't the biggest drinker, but he needed a drink after today.

He walked into the bar and was thankful that there was only a small crowd of people dancing to some pop song he didn't know. He scooted around the crowd and made his way to the edge of the bar.

"Scotch and soda, heavy on the soda" Spencer says to the bartender.

"I usually here the opposite" he jokes as he pours my drink.

Spencer takes a sip of his drink as he glanced across the room. The room was filled with a usual crowd of people who got drunk too much and people excessively danced. Not Spencer's usual crowd, where could he find a group of Star Trek Enthusiasts or a group of people who would want to talk about no one had discovered an elementary particle yet.

Spencer knew that the statistics said that there was at least one person here who would rather be at home drinking with a book. But Spencer was pretty sure he was that one person. At least until he saw the girl at the end of the bar.

As Spencer sipped his drink, his ear caught the unforgettable sound of flipping pages. He looked his left and to see a girl reading a copy of Geoffrey of Monmouth's Historia Regum Britanniae as she absentmindedly stirred her drink.

Spencer's first thought was that the girl was one of the few people in the world who came to a bar to read. She joined an even shorter list of people who came to bars to read early English literature. The list continued to decrease in size due to the speed at which she was reading. She read almost as fast as me, turning the page every couple of seconds. But the most unusual thing about this girl was that no matter how hard Spencer tried he couldn't take her eyes off her.

A red dress left the girls tan shoulders exposed and hugged her body in a way that captivated Spencer. Her dress flowed out from her waist and traveled down her legs to a pair of black boots. She leaned against a worn black leather jacket that rested on the back of her chair. The girls black curls tumbled down her bare shoulders to the middle of her back. The only thing keeping her curls out of her sparkling raven eyes was a small red flower clip pinned to the side of her head.

"It's rude to stare you know" she states as she looks up from her book.

Kira had come to DC for a fresh start. So she could stop being the Kiran Wayne and broken Roni, and she could be Kira. Just Kira. So there Kira sat at the bar as her friends danced in the crowd, completely aware of the man at the other end of the bar with the watered down scotch staring at her. She frankly found it unsettling,even though she found the man with the curly brown hair cute. Which is why she said something.

"Are you really reading that fast?" Spencer asked her. Kira rolled her eyes as she turned her attention back to her book. She had heard that question so many times it had become annoying.

"Our conscious minds can process 60 bits of information per a second, but our unconscious minds can-" Kira recited the fact but was caught by surprise when the man cut her off.

"Process 11 million" Spencer finishes for her with an awkward smile. Kira looked towards Spencer with a curious look and mischievous smile.

"Great now I have proof that not everyone I meet is an idiot" she joked.

"Why are you reading in a bar?" Spencer asks as walked closer to her. He took a seat on the corner bar stool, which allowed him to be a seat away from her. But he was close enough to know she smelled like nutmeg and coffee.

Kira slid a bookmark into the pages of her book and points across the room to her two best friends, Audrey Sheppard and Mabel Evans.

"See those two girls" Kira said. Spencer followed her hand to look in the direction she was pointing. Spencer spotted in the crowd two very pretty girls, one blonde and the other a brunette dancing to the song currently playing.

"They're my best friends. they dragged me to three pubs tonight to meet new people, since I just moved here" Kira explained. "I'd meet more people I liked in a bookstore though".

Spencer sent her another awkward smile. "Where did you move here from?"

"New York City" she states. "I miss it already but the new job awaits".

Spencer could feel their small talk slowing the conversation to a stop. Spencer panicked, feeling his heart rate increase, had he messed this up?

"Historia Regum Britanniae, The history of the Kings Of Britain" Spencer translated trying to remain casual. He ran a hand through his hair, an uncommon habit for him but the nerves of talking to a pretty girl had taken hold. "Light reading?" he asks as joke. Spencer was deeply worried it wasn't a very good joke.

"Yeah I've read it before I'm just reading it again for the Arthurian Court" Kira elaborated as casually as she could. It was only half true. Kira did absolutely adore the Arthurian Court and anything to do with it. She had a dozen books on the subject and was an avid fan of the BBC show Merlin, despite its inaccuracies. But that wasn't the only reason Kira was reading the book again, Kira adored history to the point that Kira's last dog had been named Charlemagne and her current fish was named Kublai Khan.

"Did you know that Geoffrey's original account of the Arthur's court never included Lancelot-" Spencer recites

"Or the Holy grail. It was later written by French poet Chrétien de Troyes in the 12th century" Kira finished for him. Spencer's smile got bigger with every word she said after she cut him off. He wanted to laugh when she used a very adorable French accent for Chrétien's name. But he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

Kira saw his mouth quirk and giggled a little bit and then just smiled at the man with curly hair.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"I don't think I can tell you" she states simply.

"Why not?" Spencer asked, his voice getting slightly higher with a confused panic. Had Spencer done something wrong?

" 'What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.' " The girl quoted with such precision that Spencer was in awe.

"Are you quoting Shakespeare?" Spencer asked, even though it was obvious that she was quoting Juliet's lines.

"I'm saying names aren't important" Kira says not even bothering to answer if she was quoting Shakespeare. "To me they take away from the experience of actually meeting a person".

"How so?" Spencer asks scrunching his nose.

"As soon as I tell you my name, you can walk away for a second and Google all of my interests and likes. Without ever having to know me" She explained.

"I'm not really all that involved in technology and the internet" Spencer pointed out, hoping that would get her to tell him her name.

"Doesn't matter" she says. "So no names for now.

Spencer's smile hadn't disappeared from his face for awhile. "Ok no names" he agreed.

The two sat at the bar, just drinking and talking for an hour. Each drink made Kira giggle and laugh harder at Spencer's jokes about science and calculus, and each of Spencer's drinks filled him with a desire to be closer to her. They talked about anything and everything, from the works of Confucius to quantum mechanics.

Spencer may have not gotten her name but he learned a lot about her. She had a Boston accent, but she used a lot of European terms. She liked science puns and made them frequently, she also had quite a knack for building a little structures out of the drinking straws. In their hour together she had managed to build the Eiffel Tower and part of the Statue of Liberty. Spencer was especially excited when she shouted about how she was so sure that the first Elementary Particle that would be discovered would be the one that explained the existence of mass.

"Do you wanna dance?" Spencer blurted out in his hazy state. Even though Spencer was intoxicated, he almost immediately regretted it. Considering Spencer had little to no dancing experience, he especially had no experience dancing with girls.

Kira threw her head back laughing at the spontaneous request to dance. Spencer's cheeks flushed with a tint of pink as Kira laughed. Spencer stared straight ahead as she laughed and when Kira finally stops laughing she gave him a look. .

"Do you really think you could handle dancing with me String Bean?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes" Spencer stated with a lot of false confidence. He probably couldn't handle dancing with her.

"Well I would love to dance with you but not here" she says as she shoves her book into her purse. leans over the bar and grabs a bottle of wine.

"Devon!" She calls as she pulls on her leather jacket and the bartender looks her way. She leans over the bar and grabs a bottle of wine and the bartender starts to protest. "Put it on my friends tab and could you tell them I'm leaving".

"Sure" the bartender says hesitantly. With that the Kira grabbed Spencer's hand and pulled him out of the bar and into the brisk fall weather of Washington DC.

"Where are you taking me" Spencer asked the girl with sweeping black curls. Spencer liked holding her skin was soft but sections of her hands were calloused, like she spent all day working with her hands. She kept a forceful grip on my wrist as she practically dragged me through the streets of Washington DC.

"Come on!" she says excitedly. "I wanna show you something!". Her hair moved with the wind as she pulled me through the streets, her dress fluttering around her knees. Spencer's converse clad feet had trouble keeping up with her boots. Everytime Spencer stumbled Kira let out a jingle bell laugh that sounded like music.

Kira released the man's hand when they had reached the crosswalk to let him catch his breath. As he took deep breaths Kira watched him press the crosswalk button, to which Kira rolled her eyes. This man could never hack it in NYC. Kira took off across the road before the light even had a chance to turn green.

"Hey wait!" Spencer shouted after her as she dodged between the cars in the middle road. Cars honked at her as she dashed in between them finally ending up on the other side, completely unharmed.

"Come on!" she shouts as she waves to me from across the street. The women stood on the other side of the like a madman with a bottle of wine and her hair wild in the wind. Her purse kept sliding down her shoulders. Her eyes sparkling with mischief. Spencer had decided her eyes were like the night sky, because they looked bottomless but sparkled when she laughed.

Spencer, against his better judgment, dashed into the street. Holding out a hand to keep from getting hit. Cars honk and screech to quick stops as they try to avoid hitting me. Spencer clearly wasn't as agile as the mystery girl. When Spencer finally makes it to the other side of the street, surprisingly unharmed. The girl is bent over laughing at Spencer's attempt at crossing the street in traffic..

"That's was insane!" Spencers says, clearly out of breath.

"Don't you ever have any fun?" she asked through her giggles. Spencer never liked being laughed at, but he would have shoved a pie in his face if it meant she would keep smiling.

"No" Spencer admitted.

"At least your honest" the girls says with a shrug. Again she took Spencer's hand and pulled him down the sidewalk. Spencer didn't have to struggle to keep up with her, running in the middle of the road had led to an adrenaline rush. Spencer was able to stay a few step behind her, feeling her hair brush against his arms was a simple pleasure Spencer had just discover.

Spencer was pulled into the park he passed on the way to work every day. He had never gone in, but the mystery girl had decided that had to change.

"I thought you were new here, how could you have something to show me?" the man asked Kira as she pulled him off the parks cement path and through the dew covered grass.

"I have been to a lot of places and every park has-Here it is!" Kira answered him halting to a stop in front of a small duck pond.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" Kira asked him. Kira had a thing for bodies of water, she had grown up in Florida. Water was something that could always calm her, it was always pristine and beautiful. It Was always the perfect subject for a photo, a painting, or a sketch. Was the one thing everyone on this planet needed. Was the subject of Kira's current goals.

Spencer thought the duck pond was a bit of a let down, it wasn't much. It was more of a rain collection pond to be honest. Algae covered the corners of the pond and weeds grew at the edges.

"A rain collection pond. It's probably festering with disease and probably extremely acid-" Spencer stated. Spencer Reid was struggling to see what the mystery girl had dragged him for.

"Really?" the mystery girl asks him. She cut him off during his tangent with an exasperated look. She twists off the cap of the bottle of wine and hands it to Spencer.

"I want you to drink this" she instructed. "I appreciate knowledge on so many levels,but not when it gets in the way of the true appreciation of something beautiful".

"I don't think I should drink anymore" Spencer starts to argue/

"Shut up and drink" she orders with a slight giggle.

Spencer hesitantly put the bottle to his lips and gulped down some of the cheap wine. It was white wine, Spencer hated white wine. It tasted acidic and it wasn't at all tasty, but it did the job of making Spencer slightly more intoxicated.

"There you go!" Kira cheered as the man downed the wine. She bounded behind him with a weird giddy step that confused her and the man. She wrapped her hands around his eyes, shielding his view. It was difficult, because he was well over 6ft and Kira was barely 5'4'., but she managed to effectively shield his view of the duck pond.

"Now look again and don't focus on science of history of this" she instructed. Remembering what her father had taught her the first time they had gone to an art show together. remembering the words she said to her little brother the day she took him to his first art gallery. "Focus on how the little things make the big things".

The mystery girl removed her hands from his face and let Spencer look at the lake. This time when Spencer looked at the lake he tried to follow her instructions. He looked back to the lake and saw how the moon glinted across the pond, and the reeds shook in the wind. Spencer focused on how the lake rippled every time a fish came to the surface. Spencer studied how the moon seemed to get caught in the girls raven curls.

"Its captivating" Spencer stated quietly to himself. Spencer wasn't sure what he was talking about anymore, the girl in front of him or the duck pond.

"I'm glad you can see it too" Kira smiled at the man who was now looking towards the duck pond with a different look. Kira snatched the bottle of wine from him and took a few sips. Kira discarded her purse, shaking her head as the buzz from the alcohol filled her head. "Now I think I owe you a dance".

"There's no music" he pointed out. He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion at Kira's statement.

"Who says we need music?" Kira asked as she twirled around. Kira had done dance for years, for a long time it was what she thought she would do for the rest of her life. She barely lost her footing in the grass as she twirled and swung her hips to an invisible melody.

"La La de la la de la" she sang as she twirls and spins the grass. Spencer wasn't sure she was aware she was singing out loud. But as she twirled Spencer couldn't help but think that she was surprisingly graceful for her level of toxicity.

"I thought you wanted a dance Stretch?" she asks as she grabbed Spencer's arm.

'I can't dance-" Spencer started to say as she placed one of his hands around her waist.

"Everyone can dance" she argues. "Just some are better than others"

Kira took his hand and puts one over his shoulder. Kira wondered if the wine bottle that was still in her hand was hurting him as it tapped against his clavicle. Kira pulled him towards her forcing the two into a slow waltz.

"La de la la de la I want to play some simple melodies" Kira sang.

Spencer mustered enough courage to crudely twirl her around. As he twirled her around and she . When she comes back into his arms her scent overwhelms him, and in that moment nothing else seemed to exist for Spencer. All that was there was this girl with the black curls, calloused hands, raven eyes and her nutmeg and coffee smell.

After that Spencer wasn't as awkward. He danced with her as though he had known her for years. He twirled her and dipped her, and every time he did she would laugh. After every dip and twirl she would come back into the standard waltz position, but pressed up just a little bit closer to Spencer.

So there they were, dancing at the side of the lake occasionally drinking. It had gotten a lot colder, and it didn't help that the both of them were heavily intoxicated, it was good thing neither planned on driving for a while. But for some reason the buzz made the experience better. Spencer wasn't worried about saying the wrong thing, and Kira wasn't worried about covering up her secret. Instead they focused on dancing… and talking... and laughing… and of course drinking. Spencer hadn't danced with anyone like this before and Kira hadn't laughed this much in a long time.

"You know what?" Kira asked him as she tossed the empty bottle towards her purse.

"What?' he asked her.

"I want to kiss you?" Kira stated, her eyes were glued on his lips.

Spencer heart stops as the words leave her mouth. He isn't given much time to think the statement through. She is pulling Spencer's lips down onto hers. Her lips were soft and tasted of white wine.

She pulls away from the kiss as quickly as she started it.

"Are you OK with this?" she ask him. Spencer doesn't answer, instead he pulls her back in for the kiss. He wanted nothing more than to taste the last of the wine off of her lips. After their night together Spencer had grown quite fond of the taste of white wine.

Kira was quick to wrap her arms around his neck deepening the kiss. The arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. She was pressed tight up against him, but it didn't feel close enough.

They stayed like that, just kissing by a lake. This position, this feeling was somewhere Spencer hadn't been at in a while.

She was the first to break the kiss, much to Spencer's disappointment.

"We are gonna get a Public indecency charge" she says with a laugh after her lips left Spencer's. She was out of breath, Spencer could feel her lungs inflating and deflating at an unusually rapid pace. Spencer was sure he was the same way.

"You're probably right" Spencer agreed with an awkward laugh.

Kira looked him in his eyes. Kira could have sworn up and down that her decision to say the next thing out of her mouth was heavily influenced by those brown eyes. But it could have also been the alcohol. It could have also been that Kira didn't want the night to end.

"Do you live near here?" Kira asked, she almost couldn't believe the words had come out of her mouth. But she also couldn't contain her excitement when the answer that came out of his mouth was "Yes".

Spencer had never brought a girl to his apartment. But as he stumbled up the stairs to his second floor apartment, with the mystery girl laughing the entire way. He surprisingly didn't feel nervous.

"Will you just unlock the door already Stretch?"she teased as she leaned against the door to his apartment.

Spencer unlocked the door and she falls back into the apartment. Spencer holds out his to catch her but she rights herself and twirls into the apartment.

"You have a nice place" she says throwing her purse onto my couch. She kicks off her boots as she picks up a book that was laying on a table next to the couch.

"Chaucer?" she asks holding up the book.

"I have a thing for 15th Century literature" Spencer elaborated as he locked the door to his apartment.

"Why" she asks.

"I just do" Spencer says as he crosses the room in several long strides. He places on the girls chin and kisses her forcefully. Spencer had lost all of his inhibitions, all he wanted was to feel her against him. Spencer tangled her fingers in her hair. Her hands rested against his chest slowly unbuttoning the buttons on his button up. Her tongue found its way into his mouth, leading to A moan escapes his mouth and he can feel her smile with pride of being the reason that he was feeling such pleasure.

She pushes him away from her and unzips her jacket. Spencer stood there out of breath, his shirt in a disarray and filled with desire, while she stood there removing her jacket with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Oooh is this your bed" she says to him with a look that said nothing but trouble. She dropped her jacket on the floor and swayed her hips in a way that compelled Spencer to follow her into his room.

She falls back onto the bed and tangles her body in Spencer's sheets. Her hair was sprayed out behind her, similar to that of a fan.

"Come here" she says as she latched onto Spencer's arm and pulled him down onto the bed. She pushes me onto the bed and throws her legs over me. She leans down and kisses me deeply. Spencer's hands travel up her body, his fingers latch onto the zipper of her dress as she fiddles with the buttons on his vest.

"Why do you where so many layers" she asks as she pulls 's mood falls a little bit as he loses his group on the zipper. She furiously undoes buttons and Spencer loosened the tie around his neck to help the situation. "There's the tie, the vest and the shirt!"

"Why did you insist on dancing in the cold?" Spencer asked as he undid the tie and throw it across the room.

"Cause I knew you'd keep me warm" she says with a laugh as she leans in to kiss me again.