Chapter 1
"You all have been great, I'll be back in two weeks. Until then, guys, find yourself a lovely lady and buy her a drink." Chloe said into a microphone before waving and walking off of the stage. She walked back to her small dressing room and checked her make-up before rushing out of the back stage area and up to a tiered restaurant, smirking at the tall brown haired man standing and waiting for her. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Dr. Spencer Reid, the man who chose work over our first date." Chloe said as she walked towards the table.
"I didn't choose work." Spencer tried quickly.
"You need to learn sarcasm." Chloe giggled. "I'm glad you came." Chloe said as she leaned up and kissed Spencer's cheek.
"You were great." Spencer said as he pulled out a chair for her.
"Thank you." Chloe said, watching Spencer take his seat. "Have you ordered anything?"
"No, I was waiting for you." Spencer said, fiddling with his napkin. "I've actually never been here before."
"Well, then. Do you like cheese, chocolate and wine?" Chloe asked.
"Not all in one bite, but yes." Spencer said, smiling when Chloe laughed.
"Perfect." Chloe smiled brightly. "Hey, Stacy!" Chloe called raising her hand.
"Hello, dear, you were great tonight." A blonde waitress said as she approached the table. "Who is this?" She said, turning towards Spencer.
"Spencer this is my friend Stacy. Stacy, this is my date for the evening Dr. Spencer Reid." Chloe said.
"Nice to meet you." Spencer smiled.
"Same here, what type of doctor are you?" Stacy said.
"Spencer has three and is an FBI agent." Chloe beamed.
"FBI? Really?" Stacy leaned towards Chloe, lowering her voice. "They never are, I hear it all the time down stairs." Stacy straightened up, smiling brightly. "What can I get you two?"
"The fondue corse would be great." Chloe said. "And whatever wine the chef recommends."
"Sounds good. I'll need to see an ID though, doc." Stacy said turning back towards Spencer. Spencer fished out his wallet and handed Stacy his driver's license. "Perfect, I'll be back with the wine in a sec." Stacy said as she handed Spencer back his ID and then left.
"You must forgive Stacy, she has heard a lot of lines since she started working here." Chloe said, knowing he had heard Stacy's comment.
"It's ok, without my gun I do look more like a teacher's assistant than an FBI agent." Spencer said, leaning forward and smiling.
"Nah, I would totally guess you were a full fledge professor." Chloe giggled.
"How long have you known our waitress?" Spencer asked, taking a sip of the ice water he had.
"Well, we were roommates our freshmen year in college, and stayed friends since. When she decided to go to grad school she needed to find a job and so I put in a good word for her." Chloe explained.
"And you are finishing you degree, right?" Spencer asked.
"Yes, a Psy. D in clinical psychology. I'll graduate at the start of next month and then start my internship." Chloe nodded.
"And music is just a hobby?" He probed.
"Sort of. I have a BM degree in musical performance and I have always found song writing to be therapeutic, and this gig just gives me an excuse to keep at it." Chloe smiled. "What about you? You must have a hobby or two." Chloe prompted.
Spencer went to answered but was stopped when a black haired man came to their table with a tray.
"Two whites and a watermelon martini." He said, setting down the drink, and a bottle of wine, quickly opening the wine and pouring two glasses.
"I didn't order this." Chloe said, pointing to the pink martini.
"Nope, it is from the man at the bar." The bartender pointed past the railing, to a thirty-something year old man dressed in a gray suit and purple shirt. "He said he was taking your advise." The bartender explained before he left.
"Oh." Chloe picked up the pink drink and held it up, smiling at the man in the gray suit, who nodded back and held up his drink. "That was rather of forward of him." Chloe said, setting the drink towards the edge of the table so the man on the floor below wouldn't see that she wasn't drinking it.
"Not a fan of forward men and watermelon drinks." Spencer asked.
"No, I like a man who will make the first move, but not one who tries to get the attention of a girl who is happy with her date. I also make a habit of only drinking drinks I've watched be made, poured or opened." Chloe shrugged. "I work at a rape crisis center, and have seen one too many girls drugged though a drink they accepted."
"That's very smart of you." Spencer nodded, holding up his wine glass. "To smart thinking and happy dates."
"I'll drink to that." Chloe smirked, clinking her glass against Spencer's.
"And as for my hobbies." Spencer leaned forward and slipped a chuck of Chloe's wavy light brown hair behind her ear, before retracting his hand and showing Chloe the red rose he had just made appear.
"Three doctorates, FBI credentials, and magic." Chloe smirked, smelling the rose. "I'm waiting for your flaw to appear."
"That is a third or fourth date topic, I think." Spencer joked.
"Well, I hope you let me make it that far." Chloe said.
Spencer and Chloe spent their time eating, both enjoying the other's company. They weren't planning on leaving but were forced out by the wait staff. Chloe grabbed her bag and jacket from the backstage and met Spencer outside.
"Who knew it was going to be so cold." Chloe said quickly, regretting the decision to where a black, cotton and lace cocktail length dress, with open toed flats.
"Do you have a ride?" Spencer asked, slipping off his jacket and slipping it around Chloe's shoulder
"I walked, my place is just a few streets away." Chloe said, rubbing her arms.
"Care for an escort home?" Spencer smiled.
"I'd love one." Chloe smiled.
"Ok, but one thing." Spencer walked over to his car and opened the side door and reaching into his glove compartment. He got out is gun, in holster and slipped it onto his beltt. He also grabbed a small billfold and slipped it into his back pocket.
"This neighborhood isn't that bad." Chloe joked.
"Better to be safe than sorry." Spencer shrugged.
"Such a boy scout." Chloe said, slipping her hand into Spencer's after she slipped her arms into the jacket arms. "So, can I ask what you do for the FBI, or is it classified?"
"I'm a profiler in the behavioral analysis unit. I work with a team and we're called in when local police are at a dead end and need something else to go off of." Spencer explained. "We are also the people they call in hostage situations and missing children."
"So, forensic psychology?" Chloe compared as they walked down the street.
"Yeah, not always the happiest job." Spencer shrugged.
"No, but you probably do a lot of good, help a lot of people." Chloe said. "Good way to see a lot of the country."
"Yeah, one of the tiny fringe benefits." Spencer sighed. "You said you work at a rape crisis center."
"Yeah, it's a non-profit my mom started. But I also work at the hospital for my practicum requirements. Between the two I see a wide spectrum of disorders." Chloe said.
"Why do you like psychology so much?" Spencer asked.
"I don't know if it is so much of liking it, as it explaining a lot of things I've had to deal with. Besides so far they only have master level therapists at the center, so if any of the girl need any sort of psychotropics drugs we have to send them to a doctor, and most of the girls don't want to have to tell their story again and so they don't get them. My program gives me prescription privileges, and having a doctor on staff would make it more fundable." Chloe shrugged.
"But do you want to work there?" Spencer asked, picking up on a subtle tone in Chloe's voice.
"Well, in some respect yeah, and it's always good to have a fall back job, but I don't know if I'm as dedicated to it as my mom is." Chloe sighed. "Anyways, this is me." Chloe said, pointing to the door of her brownstone.
"Do you like stars?" Spencer asked quickly as Chloe was going to walk up the stairs.
"Yeah, why?" Chloe smiled, turning back towards Spencer.
"Tomorrow there is suppose to be a meteor shower and I know a really great place to watch from." Spencer said.
"Really? Sounds fun." Chloe said, taking a step down so she was almost face to face with and closer to Spencer, laying her hand on top of his.
"Would you want to go watch it with me?" He stumbled out, suddenly nervous.
"I'd love too." Chloe smiled brightly, leaning her head to the side.
"I'll pick you up at seven, we can grab some stuff and make a picnic." Spencer said, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
"Ok." Chloe said, leaning in, biting her lip.
Spencer might have been a little slow on picking up subtle social clues, but he couldn't miss the ones Chloe was giving him. He leaned down and gently touched his lips to hers, his hand gently going to her waist. Chloe wrapped her hands gently around Spencer's neck, lightly deepening the kiss.
"I can't wait for tomorrow night." Chloe said softly as she pulled away, slipping off Spencer's jacket and handing it back to him.
"Me neither." Spencer said, still half lost in the kiss.
Chloe leaned up again and softly kissed Spencer once more. "Good night, sweet prince." She whispered, before walking up her stairs.
"And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest." Spencer finished. Chloe turned back and smiled, before blowing another kiss and walking into her home.
Chloe turned on her lights and smiled at the small kitten that sat at the top of her stairs. The kitten had a champagne mink color with a dark brown nose and matching fir around her muzzle, ears, tail and paws. She meowed, her bright blue eyes staring at Chloe.
"Hello to you too, Tonks. Want some milk?" Chloe cooed as she walked up the stairs. The cat happily mewed back rubbing against Chloe's leg. Chloe set down a small dish of milk before turning off the lights and heading to her room. She changed into her pajamas before curling up under her covers. As soon as Tonks jumped up and curled up on Chloe's pillow, Chloe leaned over and turned off the light.