Once a Hooker

a sequel to the fic To a Hooker,

both by TarnishedArmour

Timeline: We haven't gotten there yet; about 3-4 episodes in to season 7. By necessity, this is A/U.

Summary: Adrianna had left hooking behind, moved to a new life in Virginia, and renewed her friendship with Spencer Reid. So why is she giving hooker lessons again? *To a Hooker's sequel.

A/N: Extreme liberties will be taken with season 6, mostly because I haven't seen but a few episodes from that season. Extreme liberties will be taken with season 7, but that doesn't really matter, since it hasn't aired yet. Read the news Seaver is getting the boot and Prentiss is returning, though, and that may happen here, too. Any and all errors with canon are mine, but I'll try to stick to the guidelines as much as possible. By my math: Season 4 Ep 7 + 30 months (end of To a Hooker) approximately equals Season 6, last ep.

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Adrianna had been at VA Charlotte Hall for six months. She loved it. The pace, the people, the seasons…there were actual seasons in Virginia. It was weird. She'd had to learn what a frost line was, how to prepare for a hurricane, so many, many things. And Spencer had been a great help with the transition.

She looked up from the chart she was working on, the last one of the night, and saw a tall, slender man standing near the nurse's station.

"Well, hello, stranger," she said, smiling warmly. It was hard not to like Spencer. "I take if you're free this weekend?" He'd said earlier that, if he had a few days on stand-down, he'd come by.

"Three whole days." He smiled at her, that shy little smile that seemed to be a part of him. "Am I early?"

"Nope." She initialed the last box and dropped the chart in the tray. "I just went over the last of the information with Nancy, my shift is done, and it's quiet here. For now."

"Then we'd better escape quickly," he whispered. "Which way is the air ventilation shaft?"

Adrianna snickered. "No evil overlords here, so no crawl-through ventilation shafts. Sorry. We'll have to use the front door."

Spencer sighed theatrically. "How very pedestrian." Adrianna rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag.

"C'mon. My place, then dinner?" she asked. It wasn't routine, so there was no real plan in place. They hadn't talked over what they wanted to do because their schedules were so unpredictable. Making plans meant breaking plans, and that could lead to hurt feelings and resentment. It was better this way. Adrianna's opening gambit was basic, but something they'd enjoyed a few times. Between his travel and her schedule, there was no good time to meet. More than once, one or the other had called and begged off from their vague plans to meet. For both of them, work had a way of taking over their lives.

"There's a Star Trek movie marathon tonight and tomorrow at Radioplex," he offered. Radioplex was a local independent film house that specialized in genre-themed weeks and months. "I can get tickets."

"Starting with the first movie, right?" she knew what the answer would be, but checked anyway. Of course the owner would start with the first movie. He did things in the proper order. And he was the only game in town for The Rocky Horror Picture Show, live cast. Come to think of it… "Wait, tonight's the Rocky Horror Night. He won't start the marathon tonight."

"You're not going to hold me to that, are you?" he pouted.

"Absolutely," she said with an evil smile. She'd first gone to the show in high school, but it wasn't unexpected that he hadn't even heard of it. For some strange reason, she missed "The Time Warp." She didn't even like the movie. It sucked. But there was something about the live show that made it fun.

"Can I offer a bribe? A massage, maybe?" The hint of desperation in his voice made her pause. They'd reached his car, the old Volvo making her heart warm a little. It was so Spencer. She turned to face him before walking around the car.

"Spencer, you know I would never try to make you go, right? This is something I'd like you to try, but if you're worried about the whole Rocky Horror virgins thing, we don't have to go." She worried about him sometimes. He could get antsy over the oddest things. And the first Rocky Horror live show was traditionally a time for a little hazing and a fair amount of sexual harassment. It was consensual, so maybe it wasn't harassment. Maybe it was just a joke. But would he see it that way?

He shook his head. "It doesn't start until nine," he finally said. "We have a few hours to decide, right?"

"Right," she said. "And I'll even break the rules and answer questions for you," she added.

He shot her a look from the corner of his eye and shook his head. They didn't say anything more until they got in the car, and that was confined to the question of food.

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Spencer laughed as they walked out of the theatre.

"So, was it as horrible as you thought?" she asked, leaning into him. It felt good when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, when she had her arm around his waist.

"No," he laughed. "I can't believe you auctioned me off, though."

"You got a good price," she teased. "Six rabid weasels and the stuff growing in Frankenfurter's leather panties? Hey, you could build a career on that research!"

Spencer snorted. It was late, the streets were quiet, and they were too far from Adrianna's apartment to drive back tonight.

"I'll pass. For some reason, I think my job is less disturbing than that movie-or those visuals." Adrianna laughed as they arrived at his car. "Did you like the restaurant?" he asked.

"I did. I'm not a big fan of Indian cuisine, but that was pretty good." It was true. There was something about his favourite restaurant that made the usual fare taste good. She preferred Japanese. "I pick tomorrow, though," she added. He only nodded in reply as they got into the car. As usual, Spencer opened her door and waited until she was settled to close it and walk around to the driver's side.

"My driving doesn't scare you?" he asked, the question coming out of nowhere.

"Why would it?" she asked, confused.

"No reason," he said, dropping the subject.

The trip back to his apartment was uneventful. Once they were inside, Adrianna remembered something. She waited for him to close and lock the door, then smiled.

"It's after midnight, Spencer," she said, watching him.

"That it is," he said, frowning slightly. "Is there some special significance to that fact, or were you just making conversation?"

Adrianna reached into her purse and pulled out a small box wrapped in bright gold paper.

"Happy Birthday, Spencer," she said, offering him the gift.

He blinked. "I guess it is my birthday, isn't it?" He took the box and spent a few minutes gazing at it. "Do you want me to open it now?"

The look on his face, part kid and part shock that she had remembered, much less done anything for him, made her eyes tear up a little. "If you want." Was he still so uncertain about her? Then again, why would he be certain of her when they had letters, conversations, and only a relatively few dates?

He bit his lip and studied the wrapping.

"I don't want to tear the paper," he said, a little sheepishly.

"It's your present," she assured him. "Tear the paper or don't. There is no exact protocol here."

"Garcia would disagree," he said, still looking at the box.

"I have got to meet this Garcia woman you keep talking about," Adrianna said.

"Not yet," Spencer said, shifting his gaze to her.

"Why not?" she asked, mystified. She hadn't met any of his team, and she hadn't gotten a reason why out of him yet, not that she'd tried too hard. He'd tell her in his own good time.

"The team…we don't get much of a personal life. Everybody knows so much about everybody else, and, well, I kinda wanted to keep you all to myself for a little while longer," he admitted, ducking his head and blushing.

Now what in the world could she say to that?

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A/N: All places, except for VA Charlotte Hall, are fictional. Information about VA Charlotte Hall is also fictional-I'm taking the name in vain, but nothing else. Also taking liberties with Reid's birthday. And if you haven't seen the Rocky Horror live, well, I can say it's an experience. Repetition is, of course, up to you…