"To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing." - Unknown
Dr. Spencer Reid was sitting at his desk in the bullpen in deep contemplation. He was thinking about risk factors and percentages. After all he wanted to know everything and be prepared for anything before starting on his absolutely crazy plan. He wanted to be prepared for any and every answer. It was like chess, you had to be ready for any move your opponent may make. So he could be absolutely sure that he was the one saying "checkmate".
It was a really risky thing, that he had planned. One doesn't just walk up to one's co-worker, at the FBI no less, and say "I love you, want to go out?". It just didn't happen. At least not to him. And if Hotch got wind of it then they would be re-assigned to another team. That would kill the point of starting anything since they'd hardly see each other. Not to mention neither one of them wanted to leave the BAU.
Spencer irritatedly dropped the case he was looking at, his genius mind working furiously. He really should make a geographic profile but he just couldn't concentrate before he made his resolve.
It was not a possibility to confess in the office. The chances of being overheard or walked in on were too great for his comfort. So he should do it somewhere else. But nowadays they never went anywhere, just the two them, Garcia was always there and because the energetic technical analyst was trying really hard to make Seaver a real part of the team, Ashley was always there too. He couldn't decide who felt more uncomfortable about that. Him or Seaver. She was probably painfully aware of Garcia's mother hen act too.
Dr. Reid gave a frustrated huff and started to re-read the case file, trying to take his mind off the matter. He really shouldn't think about this here. He was supposed to work.
At six o'clock the BAU started to empty. Garcia went home with Kevin and Hotch went to some birthday party to pick up Jack. Morgan snorted, the unit chief would've never left second if not for his son. He was always there first and left last.
He bid goodbye to an obviously tired looking Seaver and turned to the slender agent he had been observing the whole day. Spencer was obviously bothered by something. He spent the whole day looking around the bullpen in deep thought. Sometimes he would blush the most catching red. Derek Morgan was worried about the genius' obvious distress.
Then Spencer looked at him with those big eyes of his and he felt himself blush at being found staring at the attractive man.
He cleared his throat and turned fully to the other agent.
"Want to go have a coffee before going home?" he asked with a slight hitch of his voice.
Spencer's eyes brightened. His chances had just improved dramatically.
"Yeah, lets go. I want to talk to you about risks."