Chapter One – Chocolate

Reid's POV

Wow. Garcia was really pepped up today, even more than usual. This was either really good or really bad for me. She ushered Emily and JJ over and began talking in hushed whispers. This was now leaning toward really bad. Walking over to them I awkwardly said "Hey? Is something up?" Garcia laughed and bounced on her feet. "Girl's night out!" she cried "And this one's going to be so awesome! My friend's coming along! You're going to love her Reid." She informed him with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Um… Okay… I'm gonna go… over there." I said, definitely not liking the look in her eyes, or the way JJ and Emily kept giggling. I went to go sit down at my desk again.

Suddenly a girl walked in, someone with the looks of a supermodel. She was tall and fit, with perfect sun kissed skin and bright, inviting eyes. Her lips were full and smeared casually with light, nearly nude, lip-gloss. Her clean, blond hair was wavy and two strands framed her face. Her long legs were exposed to the thigh in a loose blue skirt. Her shirt was a plain blue tee, but it was adjusted perfectly so that although it exposed nothing, it gave a very clear picture of her perfect figure. She was wearing practical pumps that she could run in if need be but were also undeniably sexy.

Morgan, of course was up to her in a flash. She stopped when Morgan started talking to her. Listening for a moment, she interrupted him abruptly and left him staring after her, apparently dazed. Walking up to him he said "That's the first time I've ever seen you turned down by a girl. What happened?" he shook his head. "She said my lines were degrading, my demeanor arrogant, and that she was uninterested. Said she came to be with her friends, not get a date." He walked back to his office in a fog. For some reason I was undeniably pleased that she'd turned him down, though I felt bad for my friend.

I walked unsurely up to the girl. This girl was gorgeous and confident, but I wasn't looking for a date, I was just curious. That wouldn't stop me from stumbling though. She looked up when I approached and I noticed the sparkling look in her eyes, and how her lips seemed permanently turned upward, from the moment she'd walked in. It didn't seem cocky, not even when she'd been turning down Morgan, it only seemed as though she was so happy she had to show it by smiling.

"H-hi, I'm Spencer. Y-you must be Garcia's friend. Right?" I asked, unsure of my boundaries. She laughed, but it wasn't mean. Once more, I was struck by the idea that her happiness was superfluous. "Well, Garcia's friend isn't a defining characteristic, but that's me!" she exclaimed. "Hey!" ejaculated Penelope. "I only meant that there are so many of your friends that having it be defining would be like using the word 'human' as a trait." She soothed, though her countenance changed slightly to portray amusement. "Mmm-hmm. See, this is why I love her." Garcia teased.

The girl rolled her eyes and pulled out a chocolate. I loved chocolate but I knew it would sound dorky if I asked for one. She looked at me from the corner of her eye. "Want one?" she offered a handful, but I shook my head. "Kay." She said dubiously. "My name's Mia, by the way." She brightened at the introduction. I smiled slightly and nodded, not sure what else to do. "Mia, we have to go. We're gonna be late, and with our track record there's gonna be a case by nine. I said "Well, no, the statistics show a different analysis, your mind just tricks you in process called" I halted abruptly as I realized that Mia was saying "Actually, the statistical chance is fairly low. You just remember the interruptions more" but she noticed our similar comments at the same time I did and stopped short. JJ and Emily were cracking up. "Uh huh. Well, wonder twins, as low as the statistical analysis is, WE NEED TO GO!" Garcia began dragging Mia along.

She glanced back at me as she was being pulled along, and I saw her put something on my desk. A moment after she was out of sight, I walked over to see what it was. Lying on my desk was a piece of chocolate and a business card that read

Mia Turelli

Event Planner

Followed by a phone number. I shook my head. This girl had turned Morgan down and after only a few stuttering sentences she gave me her phone number. Was I worried about her mental health? Yes. Was I going to consult Morgan? Yes. Was I going to sprint to the phone the second I got home in order to schedule a date? Absolutely.

Mia POV
I hadn't put a lot of effort into my outfit. I'd chosen things that matched and looked good on me, but I wasn't particularly dressed up. The only makeup I wore was some lip gloss, and my hair was only wavy to its natural extent. I took a cab to the FBI headquarters and after I finally got through the security I took the elevator to the BAU. Walking in, I was immediately greeted by a man I'd never met before. He was being cocky and assuming, and I told him so, as politely as I could. It was apparent he wasn't turned down often. Walking over to the girls, I smiled even more than usual. I'd known Garcia since Pre-K, and though I'd only met JJ and Emily recently, they were very friendly and I felt welcomed into their group.

After a few moments another man came up to us. He was handsome, and I liked his hesitance. It was sweet, and he didn't strut up like a rooster looking for a hen, as most other men did. He seemed to actually care about my opinion of him. He introduced himself as Spencer and I wondered if his stuttering was because he was nervous or because of a permanent speech impediment. I made a remark in response, which several of my coworkers would consider 'witty' but was, to me, natural. Garcia took offense, though it was probably feigned, and I soothed her while making it clear that the whole thing was mainly amusing to me. After a moment I pulled some chocolate out of my bag, and I noticed that he was watching me. I offered some, but he politely shook his head.

Why? It was obvious he wanted some. I didn't push him and when Garcia commented on our urgency I was irked. I began on a lecture about how we only tricked ourselves into the illusion that bad things happened more than they did, in terms they would understand, when I realized he was saying the same thing, though his terms were a little more advanced. JJ and Emily were, of course, finding the whole event hilarious. I took a different take; I wanted a date. Garcia began dragging me along the corridor before I could tell him so.

I stealthily reached into my purse and pulled out chocolate and a business card. I wished I had time to write down my home number, but I knew I didn't so I put it on the desk I'd seen him sitting at earlier. The rest of the night was a blur.