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"Spencer." Amelia couldn't hold back the smile that broke out across her face. He was wearing another patterned cardigan, slacks, with his bag slung over his shoulder. He had on black rimmed glasses, which she thought looked incredibly good on him. Not every guy could pull off a pair of glasses, but he did a damn good job of it.
"Hi." He said, giving her an awkward little smile. She leaned against the counter and he moved closer, which made her heart flutter a little bit. She realized that she never introduced herself, and he didn't even know her name.
"My name is Amelia Hawley. It's nice to officially meet you, Mr. Spencer Reid." She said coyly, offering her hand to him. He hesitated while looking at it, and she pulled it back, sensing his unease. "No worries."
"It's actually Dr. Reid." He corrected her, before looking at her with a sheepish expression. "And I'm not a fan of germs. Not saying that you're germy, but.." He trailed off, pushing a piece of brown hair back behind his ear.
"Like I said, no worries. And you're a doctor?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. His cheeks burned a light pink, and she couldn't help but admire the way the color bled into his pale face.
"Well, not a medical doctor, per say. But, I do have PhD's in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering, along with my BA's psychology and sociology." The warmth in his cheeks grew as he took in her expression. Her jaw was hanging open slightly, and her blue eyes were wide with shock.
"So, I take it that you're pretty smart?" She joked, making him give a nervous chuckle and rub the back of his neck lightly. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and Amelia went behind the counter to grab him a large cup of black coffee. "Don't be late for work because of me, here you go." She handed him the cup, and he tried to hand her his money, but she declined like she had done before with Jason. "Don't worry about paying me, just try to come back and tell me more about yourself. You seem pretty interesting." She gave him a wink and a smile, which he returned, feeling more confident than he had prior to walking in the coffee shop.
"I'll try to come back after work if I'm not busy, if you're still going to be here." He offered, and Amelia nodded cheerfully.
"I'm always here, I own the place! You stop by whenever you can, and I'll be here." She promised him, and he nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Bye, Spencer!" She exclaimed as he walked out of the door, and he turned around, giving her a slight wave. However, when we turned back around, he bumped into the door, not realizing how close he had been standing to it.
"Bye, Amelia." He muttered, the embarrassment evident in his voice. She almost let out a giggle, but she held it in. She didn't want to embarrass him and make him not want to come back.
"So, he's the reason that you won't go out with Jason." Heather teased her boss, bumping her hip slightly against hers as she walked by.
"This is the first time that I officially got to meet him, but there's something special about him. He seems shy, which is really sweet. Jason is too cocky, he knows that he's good looking and he thinks that he can get whatever he wants because of it. Besides, we're just friends." She retorted, grabbing a rag and wiping off the counter.
"You're just friends. I think he wants to be a little more than 'just friends.'" Jessica told her, tying her brunette hair up into a knot on her head. "Guys like that never want to be 'just friends.'" She said, making Amelia roll her eyes.
"Whatever you say. Maybe instead of gossiping, you two should get to cleaning." She told the two girls, pointing her finger in her direction. They shared a knowing look, and silently began to clean the drink machines.
Spencer arrived at work with his coffee cup in his hand and a slight smile on his face, He was hoping that they wouldn't get a case today so that he didn't have to disappoint Amelia. She was cute, and she didn't seem intimidated by his extensive collection of degrees, which was a plus. Most girls thought that he was just a nerd, so Amelia was a nice change of pace.
"You went back to that coffee shop." Derek said, gesturing towards the young man's coffee cup. "But, your name isn't on it this time. That must mean that she remembers your name and drink, and you only met her once? You must have made quite the impression." Spencer's cheeks began heating up, so he started pulling files out of his bag, trying to avoid eye contact with Derek.
"It's not a big deal." Spencer retorted weakly, but Derek shook his head.
"It is a big deal, pretty boy. She sees tons of faces every day, but for some reason, yours stuck out to her. Are you going to go see her again?" He inquired, and Spencer tried to shrug nonchalantly.
"I planned on going by after work if we didn't get a case." Derek gave him a big, toothy grin.
"Pretty boy, I hope for your sake that we don't get one. You need to go spend time with this girl." Spencer sighed, looking down at his paperwork, but only seeing the face of the pretty, blue-eyed redhead.
Thankfully, they were not given a case, and Spencer packed up his papers quickly, but not quickly enough to draw attention to himself. JJ and Penelope Garcia were waiting by the door for Derek, and when he tried to walk past them, Penelope put a hand on his arm. "Hey Spencer, we were going to get drinks. Did you want to come?" Spencer didn't respond right away, trying to come up with an excuse in his mind before he gave away his secret. He didn't want them all to know that he had a crush, he would be teased relentlessly.
"I asked him to help me look over some stuff for a case that I was having some trouble with, so he's probably going to be busy with that tonight. Thanks again, pretty boy." Derek spoke up when he noticed the younger man's facial expression – he looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"That was nice of you, Spence." JJ said, giving him a sweet smile. Before he had met Amelia, JJ's smile would cause his heart to flutter in his chest, but now it was just a friendly gesture. She was a pretty woman, but he was thinking that maybe redheads were more his type.
"Don't worry about it." Spencer said, hiking his bag onto his shoulder and pressing the elevator button. "Do you guys want on?" He asked, holding the door for them, but they shook their heads.
"We're waiting on Hotch to finish up." He nodded and let the door shut, enjoying the peace and quiet in the elevator. He hopped on the Metro and anxiously tried to fix his hair in the reflection of the window. He stood outside of the Busy Bean Espresso Bar, his heart pounding nervously in his chest. What if she thought he was weird? What if she thought his job was too dangerous and she couldn't stand having him danger? He knew that his job could make or break a relationship, he's seen it happen many times before in the BAU. It's too dangerous and the hours are crazy and unpredictable.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door, which made a small tinkling sound as the bell above it was moved. "Good evening, Dr. Reid. I'm glad to see that you could make it." Amelia said, her blue eyes sparkling as she took in his appearance yet again. "Do you have time to sit and have some coffee with me?" She asked, grabbing two cups off of the counter and going to fill them up.
He glanced at his watch. "I have nowhere to be this evening, coffee sounds great." He gave her a smile as he took the cup from her, following her to go sit at a small two-person table. Her foot accidentally grazed his calf as she crossed her right leg over her left one, making him jump slightly and swallow loudly. She didn't seem to notice, because she continued adding packets of sugar and little containers of creamer into her large cup of coffee.
"So, how was work?" She asked, blowing into her cup to cool the steaming drink.
"It wasn't bad. Today was mainly about getting caught up on paperwork." He chewed on the inside of his cheek, debating on if he should tell her about his job. He didn't want her to get stressed and be scared away, but he also didn't want to lie to her, even though he had just met her.
"Where do you work?" He inwardly groaned. Time to bite the bullet.
"I work for the FBI." Her eyebrows shot up.
"That's not the job I was expecting you to have. Tell me, what do you do for the FBI?"
"I'm a profiler for the BAU. The Behavioral Analysis Unit." He explained once he saw the questioning look in her eyes. We specialize in hunting down serial killers and finding out what makes them … tick." He told her, and he could tell that she was impressed. She didn't respond right away, instead she took a long drink from her coffee cup. He didn't enjoy the awkward silence.
"Backing up to this morning, I can't believe that you have all of those degrees. You look so young." She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him, which is when he noticed that her eyebrows and eyelashes were so blonde that they were almost translucent. "You must be a genius."
Spencer chuckled nervously, fiddling with his cup and not really making eye contact. "Well, I have an IQ of 187, I graduated high school when I was 12, I can read about 20,000 words per minute, and I have an eidetic memory."
"Eidetic? It that like having a photographic memory?" Amelia asked, and Spencer smiled and nodded. She wasn't calling him a nerd or running away from him, which was a good sign. "I wish I had an eidetic memory. That would've made college so much easier. But, I only got a degree in business so I could open up this place. I've had it for about two and a half years." She was beaming with pride for her coffee shop.
"Being an entrepreneur is difficult. Did you know that only 80% of businesses make it past their first year of business? While that may seem like a large percentage, only half of the businesses stay open for five years, and roughly only 33% stay open long enough to see their ten- year anniversary." After he finished his rambling, he realized that maybe he shouldn't be talking about the impending doom of her business. He could be so stupid when he was talking to a pretty woman.
"Well, that just means I'll have to work even harder to keep my business up and running. Because I plan on keeping this place open for a long time." She winked, and he laughed. He was glad to see that she was confident, and another plus was that she wasn't annoyed by his rambling.
After the two sat there for about an hour, his cell phone rang. He groaned inwardly and pulled it out of pocket, checking the name. 'Aaron Hotchner' was flashing on the screen, and he held up his phone awkwardly to her. "I have to take this, it's work." She nodded with understanding evident in her face, drinking the last bit of coffee as he stood and walked to the door.
"This is Dr. Reid." He sighed.
"Time to go, Reid. We have a case." Hotcher said, and Spencer held back a groan. He hung up and slipped the phone back in his pocket, walking back to Amelia with an unreadable expression.
"Is everything okay?" She asked gently, and he grabbed his bag.
"I have to go, we have a case tonight." She stood up with him and threw her cup in the trash.
"This might be bold of me, but would you want to hang out again?" She asked, flashing him a beautiful smile. Her blue eyes were twinkling, and her a few loose red curls were beginning to fall out of the bun she had knotted on the top of her head. He gave her a smile.
"I'd really like that." The smile on her face seemed to grow even bigger. "Should we, uh.. exchange numbers?" He asked, wincing at the awkwardness that he heard in his own voice. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and handed it to him, making him do the same. They quickly typed in their contact information and returned the phones to their designated owners, smiling at each other.
"Oh, did you want another cup of coffee? It's on the house." Spencer shook his head.
"It's okay, I actually should get going. Who knows where we'll have to go tonight. Bye, Amelia. I had a good time with you this evening." He told her, opening the door and giving a slight wave.
"Bye, Spencer! I hope to see you again soon." She replied, her heart soaring in her chest.
Later that evening, when Spencer was sitting on the jet, his phone beeped, alerting him that he had a new text message. He had been skimming through files and paperwork, trying to find any possible connection between the victims, but he stopped and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
'Spencer, be careful tonight. Hope to see you soon. XoXo, Amelia.'
He couldn't help but smile at his phone, quickly typing out a response. He noticed that Derek was looking at him with his eyebrows raised, and he slipped the phone back in his pocket.
'Amelia, I'll be back as quickly as I can. Your coffee shop will be my first stop when I get home.'
A/N: And there's chapter two! I'm happy that I'm already getting followers and favorites! My goal is to get five reviews before I post the next chapter, so we'll see! *fingers crossed. * I really like writing about Spencer and Amelia, but I'm trying not to rush their relationship. There is an obvious attraction between the two, but they're both young, they don't need to rush into anything serious. But thanks for reading! I hope everyone is enjoying it so far! XoXo, Abagail!
