AN: Thanks so much for the reviews, guys. Here comes another chapter, without further adieu...


Chapter 2

Angie Rhodes, phlebotomist for the Greater DC Chapter of the Red Cross, was finishing cleaning up the supplies from the last person in seat B. She wasn't likely to forget that person anytime soon. Derek Morgan, an agent with the BAU—whatever that meant!—had been the most flirtatious man she'd ever drawn blood from. Giving blood in her opinion was not a sexy task, but this man appeared to think it was. There wasn't a moment his brilliant smile hadn't been showing, even when she'd stuck him with the needle—rather hard, too...he had tough skin!

Growing up with a brother who was into sports, Angie had been around jocks and was treated like the kid sister she was. Because of that, she wasn't really into the player type, so Agent Morgan didn't interest her in the least. He did seem very nice, however, and she had a feeling there was something more about him...

"All done, Agent Morgan," she said, taping a cotton ball just below his bulging bicep.

"Gonna kiss it and make it all better?" As if she couldn't tell he'd been teasing, he added a flirtatious wink to punctuate the question.

Sighing as she removed her gloves, she gave up fighting. He obviously lived to flirt. Not wanting him to suffer (He did just give a pint of blood), she decided she could play his game and make this more pleasant for both of them.

"Come now, Agent Morgan," she teased back. "Wouldn't that make your girlfriend upset?"

That smile was still ever present. "If I had one, she would be."

"No girlfriend?" She gave a slow, exaggerated shake of her head. "I don't buy that."

"No, really," he said with a faux pathetic little shrug. "I'm single."

She gave an incredulous look. "Handsome thing like you... No one has stolen your heart?"

That smile faltered, but only for a second, and a more genuine smile came across his perfect face. She'd been right—there was someone in his life, and he was carrying a major torch for her.

Maybe she wasn't carrying one in return...or he didn't think the torch for him was lit anymore? Anyway, something was wrong in his love life.

"Ahhh...I see," she answered, stroking her chin.

He arched a brow at her with a slight smirk. "You're pretty observant. Are you sure you're not a profiler?"

"No," she said, handing him a cup of orange juice, "but I do know men."

"That's obvious." He gave a chuckle and then shot the juice down. "Thanks."

As he stood to leave the room, she said, "Derek?"

"Hmm?"

"She'll come around."

He was back to applying his superficial grin that could light up the Vegas strip, along with his protective armor. "Don't they always..."

Angie looked at the next name on her list. Spencer Reid...from the BAU.

She groaned to herself. She couldn't take twenty more minutes of flirting back to back…even if he was exceptionally handsome like his teammate.

Angie knew she was an odd duck. Even though her friends teased mercilessly about it, she was turned on by the funny, smart guy, the classic nerdy guys. The ones that were kind of shy, like Anthony Michael Hall in The Breakfast Club. The polar opposite of her brother's friends; that was what she was looking for. Not that the jocks weren't intelligent—some were—they just didn't turn her crank.

As she figured, there was a type of guy for everyone. She was the kind who didn't put that much on looks. Personality plus was far more important. However, if that shy sweetness came in a gorgeous package...well, that was another story. She certainly wouldn't turn it away.

"Angie," Charlotte, the intake nurse she was working with today, commented as she arrived in the room. "Should I get Dr. Reid for you?"

"Dr. Reid?" she asked. "I have Agent Spencer Reid on my list.

"That's wrong," Char answered quickly. "He specifically said Doctor. 'Doctor. It's Doctor Reid.'"

Angie rolled her eyes. "Oh, brother."

Char smiled brightly. "Oh, I learned a lot about Doctor Reid. He chatted my ear off about everything from blood types to the history of the Red Cross to the years the FBI had been donating blood."

"Great," she grumbled. "Some old know-it-all, huh?"

"I wouldn't say that..."

The way Char was smirking gave Angie pause. There was something devilish in her friend's eyes, something telling her she was off. "What would you say, Nurse Burns?"

Char laughed loudly, like she always did, and beamed a grin at her. "You'll see."

Angie shook her head as Char rounded the week, they were at a local university. She'd unfortunately spent a lot of her time listening to Phds brag and boast about their accomplishments. Not only that, one was a pervert who'd tried to goose her bottom…and he was old enough to be her grandfather!

She turned toward the sink and started washing her hands in preparation for the next patient.

"Angie, this is Doctor Reid."

Turning, Angie almost jumped in shock. Dr. Reid was certainly younger than Char, and probably younger than she was. Was he some sort of Doogie Howser? He didn't look old enough to be a professor!

Not only that, he was gorgeous. Pale skin, like someone who spent far too much time studying with his nose in books, dark, intelligent eyes, well over six feet tall, and a slight smile curving full lips. He was her fantasy come true.

On a second look, Angie realized he also wasn't going to point out anything wrong. He looked extremely nervous, like the idea of needles and blood petrified him. That didn't make sense to her, either. Agent Morgan had mentioned the BAU was a home of gore and horror that only the tough guys could handle. Dr. Reid didn't seem like a tough guy. In fact, he seemed the polar opposite of Agent Morgan.

Char was giving her a gleeful smile, which didn't surprise Angie at all. She loved to throw her off when she could, and she'd succeeded this time. Angie would get even...no doubt about that.

"I'll let you two be," she said quickly and exited with a giggle.

Angie extended her hand. "Hi, Dr. Reid. I'm Angie."

He took her hand in his and shook it with a nice, firm grasp like she liked. "Hello, Angie." He looked around the room quickly and then looked back at her, his eyebrows just slightly knit. "Should I take my jacket off?"

"That would probably make you more comfortable," she answered. Noticing his shaking hands, she said, "Have you given blood before?"

Stopping in the middle of shrugging off his jacket, he gave her a wide-eyed look. "Yes, I have. Is something wrong? I completed the history, and—"

"No, nothing's wrong," she said, taking a step closer. "I just noticed that you looked a touch nervous, that's all."

"I'm not exactly nervous…"

"Really," Angie commented, with a reassuring smile. She didn't believe a word he just said. "From watching you, it seems like you were a bit nervous."

"No, actually I'm not nervous, per se." He turned and folded his jacket in half and then laid it on the chair near the cot. Afterward, he sat on the cot in a heap, looked up at her, and said with self-depreciating smile, "I'm terrified."