A/N: So this is just a series of one-shots which follow through the Criminal Minds Series, as specific points of development in the relationship between Spencer Reid and an OC Chris Whyte. They follow the series and are canon with the episodes, with few events in place later that may alter them. Hope you enjoy :) Please read and review.
Set after Episode 1 of Season 1 Extreme Aggressor
Dates To Remember
24 September 2005
"Chris, can you serve that guy? I'm too tired to move," a waitress called to the brunette woman, the harried young female looking up quickly at the lanky man standing at the counter, idly tapping his foot, looking around almost nervously. She rose her eyebrows, before bobbing her head at the other woman and going to the counter, wiping her forehead on the back of her hand tiredly.
Her brown hair was falling out of her hastily pulled together bun, her make-up was slightly smudged under her eyes, and her uniform had several different stains from several different meals and cleaning products. She had been working a five hour shift at the all-night cafe, after her day course at her university from nine until six. She as actually running on her last dregs of energy.
"Hello, welcome to Becky's All-Nighter. What can I get you?" she toned, blinking at the man. He was cute, she guessed, hair parted perfectly in a dorky yet adorable way, eyes big and dark brown. He stared at her, before looking at the chalkboard behind her, seeing what was offered.
"Uh, can I have a large black coffee please, and a ham and cheese bagel," he told her. Chris smiled wearily, nodding, and her eyes caught a flash on his sleeve. She furrowed her eyebrows. He wore his watch over his sleeve... that was interesting. His eyes caught the direction of hers, and uncomfortably put his hand in his pocket. Chris looked at him, slightly surprised before giving him an uneasy smile.
"Sorry. Would you like that to eat in, or to go?" she asked, and he actually looked at his watch, before giving her his reply of 'eating in'. She nodded, and went to punch in the costs of his order, then paused, her eyes not focused properly. She squeezed them shut, and then blinked rapidly. "I apologise... it's been a really long day."
"It's fine. I don't really have anything to do anyway. The cost is $4.57. I order it every time I come here," he said. She looked at him. "I don't like to change it and I know that you don't have any special deals on today, or at this time at night."
"That would be because it's nearly one in the morning. I'll be a minute, take a table and wait please, I'll have it ready for you soon," she sighed, and he nodded, shuffling over to a table and sitting, looking uncomfortable. Chris watched him out the corner of her eye, as she made the food, feeling slightly unsettled. It was most likely just because she was exhausted, but something about the guy made her stomach slightly odd.
After she had served him, barely sparing him a 'here you go', she disappeared into kitchen to clean. When she came back out, he was cone, the exact change for the meal left on the table.