Hi, sorry it's taken so long to update, but I'm in year 11 and coursework has been madness! But I'm done now, so I should be updating more regularly.

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The hall filled with ecstatic applause. Annabel grinned shyly, but she was pleased. She mumbled "thank you" into the mike before heading back to her seat.

"Wow. That was... wow," was all Spencer could say. Annabel laughed.

"Thank you. Singing's always been kind of a hobby of mine so..."

"Well if you ever get tired of blood and sick people, at least you have something to fall back on."

Annabel smiled. "You make me laugh," she said softly. She stared at Spencer intently. He stared back.

"Funny, I... don't usually have that effect on people."

"Their loss."

There was something about the way she was looking at him. Like she was trying to tell him something with her eyes. Her eyes. They were incredible, big and bright, and the most amazing emerald green. They were focused on him, and yet, they held a far off glint, like they belonged to a dreamer.

And then the moment was over. Ruined by the ringing of his stupid cell phone. He looked down at it. The caller ID said 'Hotch'.

"I'm sorry, I have to take this," he told Annabel. He clicked the accept button. "Hotch?"

"Reid, we've just been given a new case. Can I fax the details to you?"

"I'm not at home. You'll have to send them to my cell," Spencer sighed.

"Alright. Sorry about this Reid."

"It's ok. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Going somewhere?"

Darren suddenly appeared at his side.

"Yeah, new case at work. I'm really sorry. I hate to leave, but I can't do anything about it."

"Don't sweat it Spence! I'm glad you could come for a little while. Although you will miss the cake."

"You could always mail me some."

"Don't, he will actually do it!" Annabel laughed.

Just as Spencer was about to say something, two small children ran over.

"Annie-bell!" The girl whined. "Jake hit me!"

"I did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

As Annabel tried to calm the bickering youngsters down, Darren pulled Spencer aside.

"Ask for her number," he said. Spencer just stared at him. Had he heard right?

"Do what?"

"Ask for her number," Darren repeated.

"I... erm... I don't know."

"Dude! Have you or have you not spent your entire time here talking to her?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"So what's the problem?"

Spencer glanced over at Annabel, then back at Darren.

"You don't mind? I mean, she is your cousin."

"Why would I mind? Spence, I would rather see her with you than anyone else. I know you'd treat her right. Besides, I think she likes you."

"Really?" Spencer asked cautiously. "How can you tell?"

"I've been looking over. Seems like she hasn't stopped laughing."

"You can tell form that?"

"Dude. Making Annabel laugh isn't exactly the easiest task in the world, but you seem to have mastered the art. So, are you going to ask her or not?"

"I... yeah, I... I will." He took a deep breath. "I can do this. I can do this right?"

"I believe in you man."

"Annabel?"

She stood up. "You're going, right?"

"Erm, yeah. Work, you know."

"Yeah."

Did she seem... disappointed?

"So, I was... w-well, I was just wondering if, maybe... well, if I could m-maybe... c-call you sometime?"

Annabel smiled. "Yeah. I'd like that."

"Oh, uh... cool."

"So, do you have a pen or will you remember it?"

Spencer laughed. "I'll remember."

"Ok. 0795643307. Got it?"

"Yeah, I've got it."

A/N – this number is, as far as I know, made up. Also, I live in England, so I have followed the conventions of an English mobile number.

"Ok, so I guess I'll... see you around sometime?"

"Yeah. I'll, erm... I'll call you."

"Ok. Well, bye."

"Bye."

Spencer began to walk away, wandering how long he should leave it before calling her. Maybe he would ask Morgan. He was always good with these things.

"Hey Spence," Annabel called. He turned around. "Don't be one of those dorks who waits 72 hours before calling."

"I won't," he promised. Almost like she read his mind.

Was it normal to feel this way about someone he had just met? He had never felt like this before. It was like there was someone else inside his head calling all the shots, and he didn't even know which way was up and which was down anymore.

I guess that's what they mean by 'head over heels'.

I'm a hopeless romantic (I guess it shows). Not the longest chapter, but the next one will be longer. Please R&R, I would love to know what you think! Thanks so much for reading! xxx