I don't own Criminal Minds

This is my real, serious love story. No cute stuff. This is an angst love story that pulls no punches. Hope it comes out well.

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Spencer's POV

I flip the open/closed sign to open. I made sure there was no dirt on the floor and the glasses were clean before he opened the bar. I started working here after getting my degree in philosophy a few years ago. I got a job as a bartender while at school and I kept the job since then.

The bar was called the "Blue Palace" a quiet, dark bar with a lounge, very intimate but also soothing. The bar had a white counter with blue stools. Behind the bar was a full bar of liquors and stuff that would make any man drunk after a few sips. A TV was over the counter that played sports until eight, that's when the band would come in and the music crowd would come in.

The rest of the lounge was blue couches and armchairs with blue silk on them. At the end of the bar and the lounge was a small stage with a piano and a few other instruments. The band would be coming in at around eight that night as usual.

I put on the game and prop the door open for people to start coming in. I turn on the lights and go behind the bar. I cleaned a few dirty glasses until a few regulars come in. Usually miserable people broke business men, husbands in bad marriages, and the usual crowd at a bar. They drown their sorrows in beer and vodka. Sometimes a few hookers would walk in to try to get some "business", but I kick them out. Last thing we need is the bar to become a prostitute ring and be choked with cops.

I make a couple of drinks for the regulars and they cheer as they watch the game. Soon enough, it was eight and I turn off the TV. The regulars leave and the music crowd comes in. Unlike the regulars they don't come to get drunk and forget. They come to listen to music and forget. I like them better because they don't leave so much of a mess behind and are quiet.

The band sets up and…she comes in. In a dark blue dress that covers her feet like a satin blanket but the dress molds to her every curve. The dress has a low v neck which I wish dipped down a little lower. Her hair down and wild, like a sea of dark chestnut curls and light browns. Her skin was light with a hint of tan that made her look more exotic. A diamond bracelet on her right wrist, it shimmered in the few small spotlights on her that hung from the ceiling. Her eyes were emeralds, twinkling with wickedness. Then her plush lips would sing so low and sensual…she was a wicked girl, in no way a saint. No she wasn't a girl…she was a woman. A beautiful woman.

She got up on the stage and everyone went silent. Even the guys at the bar stopped talking to listen to her sing.

Baby…you have had me at hello…

You caress me with your love and make my head spin…

I want you to hold me…I want you to touch me…

Baby…let me have you…

Your kisses melt me…your hands catch me…

I want you to hold me…I want you to touch me…

A woman in every way…

After a few songs she would stop and a young suitor would come up to her. He would whisper in her ear and her eyes would shimmer and light up in tiny flames. She would take him into the back room by his tie…and well the band would play on.

I would silently wish she would take me to the back room with her.

But I quietly go back to serving drinks. But then a few nights later…my life would change forever…

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