AN: I own nothPeing just doing this for fun! Also its my first CM fic of any kind so be gentle. Please leave me a review tell me what you think!
People may forget what you say and do, but they'll never forget the way you made them feel.-Maya Angelou
The first time he notices her she's in his philosophy class using her laptop. Chin balanced on her palm purple nails tapping out a rhythm only she can hear on her bottom lip.
Prof Macmillan calls for their attention, she types something then smiles at the screen and turns to the professor listening raptly.
The first time he speaks to her, he's getting coffee with Morgan at The Coffee Clatch across from Quantico. He's toward the front of the line when he recognizes her, he must have smiled because Morgan called him on it. "You like barista girl? Pretty in that clean angelic way, ask her out."
He gapes for a second before Morgan pushes him forward, she smiles and his breath backs up into his lungs "Hi, I'm Julie welcome to the coffee clatch what can I get ya." he hears a twinge of the south in her voice, judging by the twang at the tail end of her words its mostly likely Texas.
"Breathe and speak." Morgan coaches so quietly he can barely catch what was said.
"Hi." he says for lack of not having anything better to say. She bites her bottom lip and stifles a laugh but the action isn't condescending or malicious. "Hi back."
"Just regular black coffee." "Gotcha! And you sir?" she nods to Morgan.
"Half caf Mocha latte sweetheart."
"Okay." she sets off to make their order.
"Ask her, you know you want too."
"I do but she's in my philosophy class and if she turns me down it will be awkward."
She returns with his coffee. "Sorry I'm still making yours, its my first day."
"Its alright Darlin'." he smiled at her and she blushed just a little. Spencer secretly hated when Morgan did that to women it was like the flash of white teeth, crooked tilt of his lips and glimmer in his eyes short circuited their brains it was, Spencer thought quite unfair.
" You'll never know unless you ask, is all I'm saying man you got more game than you think!" Morgan pointed out raising his eyebrows.
Julie returned with Morgan's coffee just as Spencer was sugaring his coffee.
"Hm, interesting,"
"What is?" He asked before he could stop himself.
"You. You put enough sugar in your coffee to induce a diabetic coma, yet you carry a gun, wear different colored ties according to the days of the week, spend the first ten minutes of our philosophy staring at me and pretending to take copious notes but you never ask my name."
Derek smiled. "She may just be your type, Reid."
He ignores Morgan's comment and introduces himself. "I'm Dr. Spencer Reid."
Julie smiles slowly. "Well doc, its nice to meet you, and I'd flirt more but you're clogging up my line."
"See you in class then?"
" You bet." he smiles and Morgan winks at her and they are off.
-/-
She can feel him staring, he knows she can and looks over just as he's looking away.
"Are you going to ask me out or just stare all semester?" she smirks as he blushes. The warmth in her brown eyes and the simple beauty of her clouds his brain and he can respond with is, "Uh…" she forges on determined and he's a little shocked but relived not to be making the first move.
"Ok then, I have tickets to the ballet and my friend flaked would you like to go?"
He exhales and finds his voice sounding more sure than he actually felt "Yes, I would."
-/-
Julie fascinates him, she was brave enough to ask him out but blushed easily and had a tendency tip her hair forward in order to hide, she's smart as if the fact that she's a in his advanced philosophy class isn't enough of a sign, she watches the ballet with an intensity and wonderment he rarely sees or experiences anymore.
"Did you enjoy the ballet?" he asks and gets wrapped up in watching her almost skip along beside hands in the front pockets of tight dark wash blue jeans her blonde hair bouncing with every step. She shifted her gaze to him before looking at the street before them.
"I did." she cocked her head to the side in thought "I love the ballet I'm from a fairly small town in west Texas and dancing was my passion despite the fact that it's a football obsessed town."
"Was your passion?"
"I'm to short to be a professional."
"Well that's to bad because you don't lack for grace." a soft smile played on her lips. "Thank you Spencer," he really liked the way she said his name all soft and twangy.
"So what kind of doctor are you exactly?"
"The kind who uses his brain and not his hands."
"Still, its no less noble I'd imagine. You work at Quantico right?" her brows furrow and finds how her face expresses every tiny thing she feels quite interesting.
"Yeah, I work for the behavioral analysis unit." Her bottom lip becomes trapped between her teeth and yet again he can't breathe he finds his mind taking a stroll he's not expecting and he pulls himself back into the moment. "I catch serial killers." and just like that dirty thoughts be gone.
She smiled widely. "That's bad ass, I'd never have guessed."
He found himself chuckling. "Well, its not like I scream bad ass is it?"
"No but that's ok, I've always liked people who carry themselves with unassuming confidence."
Over dinner he learns she's a vegetarian who occasionally buckles and eats fish.
"Well its not like fish have feelings at least not according to Kurt Cobain," she teases.
"Though fish respond to mechanical stimuli, there is no real way to know if they are self aware beings who have actual emotions so I think you can maintain your morals and still enjoy your shrimp fettuccini." he smiled and her mouth lifts in just one corner in a slight smile.
"So, what your passion now?" he asks.
"I love to write, give people another view on things one people might not have considered before."
"Hm, that's why you are so aware. Reporter in the making." he sipped his ice water.
"Maybe, my only real plan was to get the hell out of Dillon and then to let the chips fall, I never thought I'd miss it but I do sometimes, the predictability, continuity, simplicity of it."
"Simple is one thing I don't get a lot of either, predictability patterns, yes that's how we catch them."
"Why do you do it?"
"Because sometimes its my only challenge."
-/-
He finds himself standing at her door not wanting the night to end.
"Just so you know, if you want to see me again you're going to have to do the asking," she smiled. "I'm a southern belle even though I don't look it and already broke the cardinal rule by asking you first."
"Really?" his eye brows raise and she giggles. "Yes really my mama would kill me if she knew."
"Well, in that case how about a movie Friday, you like foreign films?"
"I do." she leans forward and kisses him softly on the mouth.
It takes him a second to catch up and kiss her back, when he does though he knows he really likes it she tastes of red wine and the chocolate strawberry torte she had for dessert.
She leans away from him smiling. "Not supposed to do that either but I figured if I was going to be breaking rules might as well throw caution to the wind and do it up right."
He smiles. "I like you Julie,"
"Good to know. Night Spencer."
"Night Julie," he watches her go inside and leaves smiling to himself when her light finally flicks on. Julie Taylor is a challenge one he's definitely up for.