Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Criminal Minds.

Author's note: A little something that came to mind.

Rating: T

Warning: A lot of awkwardness

Spencer shoved his right hand into his pocket for what was probably the 50th time in about ten minutes. His index finger stroked along the edge of the thick paper to reassure himself that it was still there. He was not nervous at all, his heartbeat just happened to be a bit quicker than usual and the only reason for his clammy hands was the surprisingly warm weather for an October. He had done this at least half a dozen times in the last two months; there was no need to freak out!

Oh, who was he kidding? He was a nervous wreck! He may had issued several invitations in the past and even the first time around, when they had met in the café, but those had been very platonic meetings. This time Spencer wanted it to be a date, though he doubted he would have the courage to come out with it. His track-record wasn't exactly the best.

God, why was he a profiler with profiler friends?

Without his team he would probably still live in blissful ignorance. They had noticed his improved disposition and discovered the reason behind it long before he, himself, had an inkling. At least they didn't know about Harry specifically, otherwise they would be even worse in their teasing. The remarks, the leering and the Looks were more than enough, thank you very much!

Spencer checked the contents of his pocket one last time, before he parked his car in front of Harry's house. He admitted to dragging his feet on the way to the door, but in the end he stood in front of it and even managed to ring the bell. After several moments the brunet heard steps, just before the door opened to reveal Harry's beaming face.

"Hi, you're right on time, dinner's almost- what's wrong?" Oh, so the panic was visible. Well, no surprise there. Spencer gulped and decidedly didn't look at the other man's concerned face. He had planned to talk about his potential Halloween plans after dinner, but there was no way he would last that long, so… now or never.

"I… could we talk? I-I wanted to ask you something." Harry stared at him piercingly – making Spencer fidget -, but finally nodded. "Sure, let's go to the kitchen, so I can keep an eye on the food." Unfortunately the delicious smell emanating from said food didn't lessen Spencer's nervousness. It took several tries and the avoidance of eye contact for the brunet to even start talking in actual words. Spencer wished it hadn't worked at all. He was horrified by what came out of his mouth and he couldn't stop!

The beginning - "It's Halloween in a couple of days."- hadn't been too bad, but instead of asking his damn question, he had promptly started a rather longwinded explanation of Halloween's origins. What next? Was he going to spout one statistic or another? Why wasn't Harry stopping him? This was one time he wanted him to. Badly!

Somehow Spencer managed to get back on track. How? He would probably never know, even with an eidetic memory, but he was glad he did it. "…so, I wanted to ask you… if you were willing to… to go to the reenactment of the 19th century Phantasmagoria. As my… as my date."

God, he had actually said it! And he couldn't hear mocking laughter yet, which he assumed to be a good thing. But… maybe Harry had long since fled without him noticing? Or maybe the other man was frozen in horrified shock? Hesitantly Spencer raised his eyes and instantly took a step back, when he saw Harry's face. Aghast - There was no other way to describe that facial expression. This was probably what it felt like to get staked through the heart. It certainly hurt a lot.

"I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have… I should go now." What had he been thinking? His barely existing love life had always been a disaster and he had been humiliated on countless occations by potential love interests, so why should it be any different now? It was evidence of his distressed state that his brain wasn't even calculating the odds. Before he had time to flee to the door, a hand shot out and grabbed his forearm. Spencer flinched slightly, but stopped moving.

"Wait! It's not you, I just… I'm not a big fan of Halloween. My parents were murdered on Halloween and a lot of other bad stuff happened during the years. It's not so bad nowadays, but I still don't like the day much. I usually go to my parent's grave, but I'm in America now, so I probably won't this year. That said, I… don't know what this Phantasmaria is, but I'd love to go with you. As your date."

"Phantasmagoria," Spencer corrected automatically, but didn't actually pay attention to the mistake. He was currently a bit too busy with an onslaught of feelings. Awkward, shocked, panicked, shameful, sorry, disbelieving, elated – he didn't know what to feel at the moment.

Spencer slowly turned back to Harry and gulped. The other man looked sincere and he couldn't detect any pity in those eyes. He frowned. "Are you- are you sure? We could go just as friends; you don't have to- mpf." The brunet stared in wide-eyed shock at the other man whose lips were suddenly pressed against his. It was awkward and part of Harry's spectacle frame was digging into his cheek, but it was still mind-blowing – Perhaps, because he hadn't anticipated the action.

The kiss didn't last long and was rather chaste, but a moment to remember – even without an eidetic memory.

"I would love to go with you, as your date," Harry repeated and smiled softly at him .

Spencer nodded dumbfounded and, after a minute or two, even managed to open his mouth.

"I think the food is burning."