"So what are you going to do about the guy from yesterday?" Anna asked before taking a large bite out of her sub sandwich. It was their day off and the last place they wanted to eat was where they worked.

"His name is Spencer and I don't know." Jenna answered.

"This guy, sorry, Spencer is a nerd." Anna pointed out blatantly.

"Hey, I don't call your interests names and believe me, I could." Jenna defended the genius she was so fond of. Anna's mouth dropped open.

"Excuse me; name one of my love interests that were bad." She challenged.

"Come on Anna, his name was Levi, he wore acid was jeans and he rode a crappy ass motorcycle. I don't even need to go on." Jenna closed her argument quickly.

"He looked good in those jeans." Anna thought back to Levi the hippy.

"No one looks good acid wash jeans." Jenna shook her head.

"Anyways, Spencer is a nerd. He's a smarty-pants. He probably hasn't had a date in a while, take it slow. Use the friendly attack. Step one: Be friendly, but not too friendly."

"Step two," Jenna continued with her, "Push him to think of the possibilities."

"Then, once you've got him hook, line, and sinker, bring it home by making him ask you out." Anna raised her glass of lemonade and Jenna embraced the toast.

"Amen."

Over at the BAU, Spencer was thinking about Jenna as well. He had gotten a case and had to fly to Arizona. Somehow though, as he worked on the case, he couldn't help but continue to think about her. It was like she was tucked into the back of his mind and whenever it drifted it seemed to somehow come around to her. At first he wasn't surprised because he did, after all, have an eidetic memory. But after the first few days, he realized this was unlike him; that she was actually a pleasant memory and not just a snapshot of something.

"Reid, are you alright?" Morgan asked from across the table. The case went well and they were heading back. He noticed that Spencer was getting these faraway looks lately. Spencer looked up at him as Hotch and JJ turned to him as well, wondering if something was wrong. He shook his head.

"Yeah, everything's fine." He honestly answered. Not only was he fine, but he was feeling a little better. "Everything's great."

In fact, he didn't wait another day to have lunch at the diner. The next day he walked in and hoped she was working.

"Guess who's here?" Anna passed Jenna while she was cleaning a table.

"If it's Nancy again, I'm gonna,"

"It's Doctor Reid." Anna stopped her. "I'll finish this, you go." Jenna thanked her and went to find him.

"You're back." Jenna looked surprised as she approached Spencer with a happy smile. He had eaten elsewhere the week before so he didn't seem too eager to come back and see Jenna.

"I like the food here." He stammered adorably as he made up an excuse. She couldn't help but smile wider as she pulled out her ordering pad.

"Well, which delicious food will you have today?" She teased. He smiled lightly and ordered. He found it odd that there wasn't a strain to make conversation with this waitress. She smiled at him again and went to give the cook the order. When she brought it back, Jenna sat down across from Spencer with a sigh, leaving Spencer speechless. She saw the look on his face and started to get up.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't even ask to sit down."

"No!" Spencer held out his hand to stop her and she froze. He blushed. "Y-you can sit." Jenna sat again with a smile.

"Thanks. I'm on break right now." She explained as she pulled out a small book and a pen from her apron.

"You do crossword puzzles?" Spencer observed.

"Yeah, but I can never finish one." Jenna mumbled. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Maybe you can help me out now since you are the smartest person I know." She got to work while Spencer went back to reading. After a few seconds, however, he looked up.

"I'm the smartest person you know?" He stammered. She smiled up at him.

"Absolutely." She looked back at the small book in her hands and went back to work. They sat in that booth for a while. Jenna was working on the same crossword puzzle while Spencer was working on the same page of his book. It wasn't because his subconscious had suddenly shut down and he couldn't read his usual 20,000 words a minute or that he wasn't interested in it, it was that he couldn't stop stealing glances at Jenna from across the table. He decided that he loved studying her more than his book. The way her soft brown hair managed to escape her high ponytail one strand at a time and the way she looked so very gentle. The way he didn't expect anything from her and she, in return, didn't expect anything from him except the occasional crossword hint.

"38 across, three letters, babysitter's handful, what the hell is that supposed to be?" Jenna expressed her frustrated thoughts out loud. It was on this Thursday afternoon in McQueen's Diner as Jenna Moore pined over 38 across that Spencer Reid felt something between himself and the waitress, something good.

"Can I get a hint Spencer?" She asked him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Uh, it's imp." He figured out the word that she had been thinking about for ten minutes. She would have scolded him on giving her the answer and not letting her figure it out, but she was sure that she wouldn't have anyway.

"Imp?" She asked uncertainly.

"An imp is a mythological being similar to a fairy or demon, frequently described in folklore and superstition. They are often portrayed as small and not very attractive creatures. Their behavior is described as being wild and uncontrollable. Since their time they have become more overlooked as not many people actually know what they are." He went into 'genius mode'. She raised her eyebrows.

"Huh, I would've never known. Then again you did say not many people actually know what they are." She quoted him as she wrote down the answer. That was something he liked about her. She listened when he talked. "You know what Spencer?"

"Hmm?" He replied as he sipped his coffee.

"I like having you around." She blushed some, a result from saying her feelings out loud. He blushed too, not just from the compliment, but from surprise. Jenna liked him too.

"Thank you, I like being here."

"Good." She nodded then looked at her watch. "Oh shit, my break is passed over." She quickly shoved the crossword book in her apron and stood up. "Thanks for letting me spend my break with you." She smiled once more then went back to work. He watched her skate away in disappointment and, strangely enough, a bit of satisfaction. He couldn't think of a better lunch he had had before. He put on his satchel and stood, heading towards the register. Jenna was just skating in with an order. She handed Mike the order then turned to him, taking his ticket.

"I will have out of here in a jiffy." She assured.

"Take your time." Spencer blurted. Jenna smirked to herself. He liked her too. She handed him his receipt and he was about to go when she called him back.

"Spencer, don't be a stranger alright?" She wanted him to keep coming back. He nodded.

"I won't."

Spencer came back from lunch later than usual with a goofy grin on his face and his book marked in the same place it had been when he had left. Derek definitely noticed that.

"Why are you so happy?" Derek asked Spencer by the coffee pots.

"I just had a really good lunch." Spencer shrugged it off. Derek wanted to pressure the truth out of him but they had to get back to work.

"Alright." Derek shrugged, clearly not letting this be the end of this.