"As you can see computational physics can be used for far more than your average theoretical astrophysics, if programmed correctly." With those very basic words Arianthe completed her lecture. Computational physics wasn't really her normal science but if they were paying her to sell the idea, sell the idea she would.

"Thank you everyone for attending tonight. As you can see, the lecture has gone later than planned. I would ask everyone to sign out as you leave and please travel safely home. I hope you thoroughly enjoyed tonight's lecture and hope you will be able to join us again next week for the lecture on where nuclear physics meets astrophysics. Miss Kim will be in the hall if you have anything to discuss with her on your way out. Again, thank you and have a good night." Applause filled the hall. Both Arianthe and Isabelle were used to that. Arianthe was a world renowned lecturer and never dropped the ball.

Arianthe packed away her notes and picked up her coat throwing it over her shoulders. She glanced around for Isabelle, she didn't see her, she figured that she must be greeting people. Arianthe shook her head at that, she didn't really like or get along with people. She turned around to head out of the hall and walked smack into something, make that someone. She stumbled backward even as whoever it was reached out to steady her. He was taller than her, but that didn't really mean much. She sent him a curious look backing up a bit.

"I was wondering if you could give me a quick explanation of the nanocircuit." He asked.

"It's pretty simple programming from what I understand. I'm not quite sure how the nanostructures work. They really only tell me what they want me to speak about. Here's my email," she said handing him a card, "email me and I can have the information for you by tomorrow night." She turned to walk away. She really didn't feel to much like conversing with this man or anyone.

"Do you really speak Russian?" he asked her sounding slightly nervous or shy. She turned around her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"I do, why?"

"Well my co worker and I were going to go see the show but she couldn't go, it would be great if I brought someone who might actually enjoy it." Before she could come up with some sort of answer her train of thought was interrupted.

"She'd love to go," Isabelle said from behind her. The red haired public relations specialist had been trying to get Arianthe out on a date for years. She was not about to let her friend pass this chance up. Isabelle knew the man, whose name was Spencer Reid, from the academy. Years before Isabelle had tried to enter the world of counter-terrorism. She happened to know that Spencer was a very nice guy and thought he and Arianthe would get on very nicely.

Arianthe turned around and glared at her friend. She wouldn't say anything because she didn't want to hurt the man's feelings but she was going to kill her friend later. Her almond eyes flashed dangerously but Isabelle smirked and walked away leaving Arianthe to her fate.

"I'm Spencer," he said smiling shyly, "I think I forgot to introduce myself."

"You can call me Aria if you would like," she said following him to his car, Isabelle would need theirs to get home.

"You're parents must have liked music," he said smiling at her.

"You could say that," she said surprised that he even knew what an Aria was, math and music didn't always mix. On the way to the theater he talked about the movie in such a way that it made her smile even though she wanted to be in a bad mood right then. It was refreshing to see a guy who actually enjoyed the classics.

Isabelle walked into the coffee shop next to the theater. Arianthe would kill her if she knew she was spying but what Arianthe didn't know wouldn't hurt her. The man that had catcalled at Reid and Arianthe walked into the coffee shop behind her, chuckling.

Isabelle turned around, "You know her?"

"No, but I do know him. And seeing him on a date is something I will never let him live down. Wait… do you know her?"

Isabelle sized the man up. "You could say that. Why the curiosity?"

"I definitely need to meet this girl. Anyone who would go out with Reid needs to be a friend of mine. Spencer needs to get out more often."

"So does Aria. That's why I told him that she would love to go with him. She's going to murder me later." Isabelle sized up the gun on the guys side. "I may need a little help from you with that."

He smiled, "I'd be glad to help a pretty little damsel in distress, but what would I get out of the deal? Derek Morgan, by the way."

"Isabelle Delaney, nice to meet you."

"Can I buy you a coffee?"

"Grande Mocha, skinny, no whip cream. I'll get a table." Isabelle smiled and walked away. She had to admit he was a very good looking man. He seemed to know it, too.
Derek walked back over a few minutes later with coffee in hand. The seat Isabelle chose was by the window so they would be able to see if either Arianthe or Spencer, or both for that matter, left.

"So how do you know that girl?"

"How do you know Spencer?"

"How do you know his name is Spencer?"

"How do YOU know his name is Spencer?"

"I work with him," Derek smiled.

"I went to school with him."

"Ahh, at which one of his colleges?"

"The FBI academy."

"Wait, what? You work for the FBI?"

"Nope, not anymore. The hours were too crazy and at the time I was planning for a family."

"Oh, alright," Derek seemed to get that she wasn't going to take that topic any farther and changed the subject back to Reid's date. "So who is she?"

"My roommate, her name is Arianthe. Dr. Arianthe Kim to be more exact. She works as a lecturer. She was talking about computational physics tonight at the College, and Spencer seemed to know of her. He knew she spoke Russian and asked her to go to the movie. I knew she would refuse; she's not much of a people person. I just so happened to be walking by and wouldn't let her say no."

Derek smiled, "They seemed to be getting on well, as far as I could tell."

"I think so too, they're both so intelligent and all, I figured it would work out well."

"Good thinking, girl."

"Why thank you, Mr. Morgan." Isabelle smiled, he really was a charmer.

Arianthe had removed her six inch heels at some point during the five hour movie. She had them slung over her shoulder with one had as they walked out now. It was nearly five in the morning and no one seemed to care if some crazy asian wanted to run around barefoot. Spencer laughed when he saw her carrying them out, he laugh at the drastic height drop.

"What did you think?" he asked her shyly, he had never been on a real dfate before, he didn't really know what to do.

"It's a beautiful movie, I didn't know it was showing in town. It's not very often you get to go see masterpieces in their original languages." She smiled at him pushing her blonde hair away from her shoes. The hair was really the only legacy her Swedish father's genes had lent her.

Reid launched into an excited talk of his other favorite works of Russian art, being ecstatic to find another who might know and understand them. Aria smiled as he talked, she understood completely the excitement he felt, it was hard sometimes when you never had anyone to talk to who could always understand. She tossed in a comment or two when she had something to add that he missed but mostly she was silent and listened to him, people always listened to her, even if they didn't understand. It was nice to hear some intelligent talk every now and again. She told Spencer the way to her hotel, he insisted upon walking her to her room, it was cute really. He paused outside the door, he wasn't really sure what to do.

"This is goodbye, the, I guess," there was a plain confusion on his face..

"I guess," she said inspecting her feet, "I had a great time Spencer."

"Yea, I enjoyed myself as well, it was nice to meet you." He said. She offered him a smile before vanishing into her apartment. Her face was burning as she shut the door behind her. Spencer walked away rubbing one arm thoughtfully, he hoped he hadn't botched that to bad. Suddenly a scene from the movie popped into his head. He spun around and turned back. Aria heard a knock on her door and opened it curiously. Spencer stood there looking Anxious.

"I, remembered that in the movie, um, when Catherine goes back home, and they had just been on a date, that well," Arianthe smiled at his bumbling attempts. It was truly adorable. "Well I just thought that it was customary to, umm, embrace when, well, what I'm trying to say is, that well…"

Arianthe interrupted his rambling, smiling up at him. She reached her arms up around his neck pulling him down and pressing her lips softly against his.
They separated, both looking rather surprised. "Goodnight, Spencer."

"Goodnight Arianthe."

Isabelle and Derek walked up the stairs to Isabelle's apartment. Both were laughing and carrying on. After getting to know each other at the café, they had decided to hit up Derek's favorite club. Both were slightly under the influence, and were enjoying themselves immensely. As they came around the corner, they both paused. Spencer's eyes went wide at the sight of his coworker. He felt heat creep into his face as he wondered how long Derek had been standing there.

Isabelle pecked Derek on the cheek and started toward her room. Arianthe walked in, and shut the door in her face. Isabelle turned around but Derek had already left to try and chase Spencer down and Spencer had practically ran for it. Isabelle sighed and knocked on the door.

"NO!" Arianthe said and walked deeper into the house. Isabelle sighed and settled down onto the floor with her back against the door, hopefully she would be let in sometime before tomorrow.

Isabelle heard sirens, but was still in such a sleepy stupor that she paid no attention to them. Two minutes later though, she heard the front door to the apartments being kicked in and stood up to see what the fuss was about. Two officers came around the corner shouting at her to put her hands up. Seeing as they were aiming guns at her chest, she really didn't have a choice.

"Where is Arianthe Kim? Is she inside?" The taller officer shouted at her as the shorter one strapped hand cuffs on her wrist.

"As far as I know," Isabelle replied. Two more officers came around the corner and the lead officer kicked down the door, shouting as all three entered. Seconds later, Arianthe was being led out of the apartment in cuffs.

"Officer, may I ask why I am being arrested?" Arianthe demanded. "This is just not right, where are my lawyers? What am I even being taken for? Do you have a warrant to be in my house?"

"Wow, Aria, I've never heard you sound so much… well… like your mother."

"You have the right to remain silent, Miss Kim, and you too Miss Delaney."

Arianthe was shoved in the back seat next to Isabelle with a huff.

Well that's the first chapter of the fic im working on with Alex Is Bill's Kleiner Android, you can find her in my favorites. Updates could be pretty spaced out cuz we both have school and were both athletes but we try our best :)

Enjoyy!