A/N: Well, I know at least one person is in love with this fic, even if they didn't review... *cough SmokeGetsInYourEyes cough*
So here's the next chapter, anyways! And if you do like it, please review! :3
"Hi there."
Reid jumped, spilling coffee across the counter and his hand. "Ow!"
"Sorry," the stranger said, grabbing a napkin and swiping at the spill, wiping at the younger ma's hand. He paused with Reid's hand in his own, quickly noting that there were no injuries beside a slight reddening of the skin. "Cold water should help that," he said, looking- up, actually- at Reid's face.
"Thanks," Reid said, quickly removing his hand.
"Jack Harkness," the new guy said, offering his hand for a shake as Reid finished rinsing the injury.
"Spencer Reid- I, uh, don't like to shake hands..."
"Oh. I'm clean, I promise," Harkness laughed, but withdrew his hand. "So, you're the genius?"
Reid smiled a little. "I don't believe intelligence is measurable, but I do have an IQ of 187."
Harkness whistled. "That's impressive. Brainy's the new sexy, eh?"
"I- what?" Reid blinked.
"What, nobody's ever flirted with you before?"
"I- well, I guess, but..."
"You guess? Come on. You've gotta have girls- and/or guys- chasing after you all day!"
Reid blushed scarlet.
Harkness cocked his head. "Really? With that face? And such great hair?"
"My hair?" Reid stopped his hand from going to the feature in question.
"If it's as soft as it looks, I'd sell my soul to run my fingers through it."
Reid stammered something, blushing and nearly knocking over his coffee again. "I, ah, wh- why are you telling me this?"
"...You really haven't flirted much, have you?"
"...No?" Reid squeaked, looking rather like a hurt puppy.
"Well, just so you know, you are incredibly attractive." Harkness leaned on the counter and gave Reid his most charming smile.
Reid grabbed his coffee and almost ran to his desk.
"And you've got a great ass!"
