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Spencer walked into a small pub near his apartment. They had a case and they where shipping at six in morning. This pub was new to him but Morgan said it was good food. It was filled with people who were drinking and some other people were by pool tables. That was where he caught sight of familiar face; it was Irene. She was playing pool with group of guys. She looked up and met his eyes with smile as she sunk the eight ball in the right corner pocket. She stood up and waved at him before turning to the men she was playing pool with. A few of them put money in her hands before Irene headed over to the bar near where Spencer was standing waiting for his food. She took the sit next to him.

"Hello, again" Irene said.

"Hi"

There was a momentary silence between them. Her blue eyes traveled to his face tilting her head.

"So, Spencer what do you do for a living?"

"I'm Supervisory Special Agent with the BAU."

"Wow you must me very intelligent."

"You know what BAU is?" Spencer said shocked.

"Yeah it stands for Behavioral analysis unit. You catch Serial killers"

"How did you?"

Irene looked over to him with small smile.

"My brother is a homicide detective."

It was the truth but not the full truth. Irene smiled at him before ordering water with lemon when the bartender came by. Spencer looked over to her shyly.

"So what do you do for a living?"

Irene looked over at him biting her lip.

"I'm a writer. Currently anyway, I'm nearly done with my last book in series and I want to do something else with my life but what that is I don't know"

Irene looked away from him blushing and cringing when she realized that she was sharing too much again. A man with black hair that was obviously drunk walked over to her and Spencer. He placed his hand on Irene's shoulder. Spencer looked away. He was torn about what to do.

"Dr. Rene Can you help me?"

Irene turned to look at the drunken man. Her eyebrow rose up as she looked at him.

"Jerry what can I do for you?"

"I want to get out here with that blonde but I can't while you are still here." Jerry said as he pointed to woman.

Irene let out a large sigh. Before, she looked to the woman who was also drunk leaning against a booth with fruity cocktail in her hand. Her hair was blonde done in sexy tussles look and eyes were soft brown. She wore tight black dress which hugged her thin frame she had full boobs that looked fake from here. She looked no older than Irene most likely younger. Then Irene's eyes traveled back to Jerry; who was like another brother to her. He was begging her with his dark brown eyes.

"Go get out of here. I can get home."

Jerry walked off over to blonde. Irene shook her head before turned back to look at Spencer.

"Sorry about that. When I come here my brother buddies normally take care of me. I guess I'm like baby sister of unit."

"No problem, are you a doctor?"

"I'm not that type of doctor. I have three PHDs. Jerry and rest of my brother's unit like to tease me about it."

"How old are you?"

Irene took a slip of her drink eying Spencer. She smiled as she faced him.

"You should know better than ask a woman her age. I'm twenty-six what about you."

Spencer turned red and shifted.

"Thirty; I have three PHDs as well."

"Really? What in?"

Irene eyes lit up more so; and turned completely to face him. She was truly interested. Spencer could read that. It was rare to meet someone who was that young with three PHDs.

"Chemistry, Mathematics, and Engineering, you?"

"English, Physics, and Music. I go by my original statement you have to be very intelligent."

Spencer brought his hand to back his neck blushing slightly. He was not one to brag but this was not bragging.

"IQ of 187 with an eidetic memory"

Irene looked over at him taking drink of her water. It was extremely rare to meet a person with eidetic memory. Her mind was trying to catch up with it all. Spencer looked at her he could almost see her mind working. She gave him a huge smile.

"You are kidding me, right?"

"Nope"

"IQ of 179 with an eidetic memory; I never met another person that had one."

"It happens 2 to 15 percent in children but mostly fade by the time they reach the age of six. It is extremely rare for it be present in adults."

Irene started to laugh as he continued to talk.

"So where did you go to school?" Spencer asked.

"Yale, you?"

"MIT, Yale was my backup school."

"Yale was closer to home. I was only twelve when I went there."

Spencer looked over to her as she played with her drink. The bartender walked over to them.

"Irene do you want me to call you a cab being that Jerry and his buddies left ya?"

"No, Andrew thanks though."

"Dr. Reid, here's your food" Andrew said.

Irene paid for her tab; as she rose to her feet. Spencer watched as she walked out of the pub. He could hear Morgan and Garcia saying that he could not dwell on the past; and Maeve would want him to be happy. He quickly made up his mind he wanted to see Irene again and what were chances of meeting the same person twice in one day not knowing each other. The stats were frantic running through his head. He quickly paid for the food before, rushing out of the pub.

Spencer made it out when he looked down the street he saw her not maybe a block down. He ran down to her as he called her name.

"Irene, Irene."

Irene tuned giving him a look as she paused in her walk. Spencer caught up to her.

"Do you know how dangerous it is for a woman to walk alone at this time of night? The number of things that could happen is immeasurable. I would not want anything to happen to you."

Irene looked at him tilting her head; before she smiled and nodded her head.

"So, you are offering to walk me home?"

"Well yeah"

Soon Irene and Spencer were walking and talking about books. They quickly learned that each other could read at same speed as the other. Irene was a lot more at ease with talking to someone.

"You know at times I read much slower it helps with getting my mind off things. It one of the way I cope with what I remember. At times I would give anything to be able to forget what I saw." Irene said.

Spencer looked at her as she stared off into space as if she remembering something horrible.

"What happened?"

"I really don't like talking about it. Let just say I have seen things that still haunts me twenty years later."

Irene paused for moment and looked at him. She tilted her head and tried to make out what he was thinking. He looked back her she was much better at conversation and interacting with people than he was. There was pain filled look in her eyes. He could only imagine what she could have seen that could haunt her still. He shook his head as possibilities filled his mind.

"So you are a writer what type of books do you write?"

"Crime novels, I have sixteen novels. I am working on my seventeenth one; under the pen name C.J. Harrison. My parents names where Cassie and John so CJ made sense and Harrison was my mother maiden name, my father last name is O'Hare so Dr. Irene O'Hare would not selling many books but CJ Harrison does…Sorry rambling"

"No it's fascinating. Maybe I'll read them sometime."

Irene came to a stop outside a three story apartment complex. She shifted from foot to foot with smile on her face.

"This is me; thanks again Dr. Reid" Irene said

Irene went to open the door. Spencer beat her to it opening it she brush his arm as she entered the building.

"What a gentlemen I thought your kind was all but extinct." Irene joked with a tiny laugh.

Spencer brought his hand to back of his neck and laughed at her joke.

"My mother raised me to be a gentleman; she was a professor in 15th Century Literature."

"I'm glad she did. I love classic literature. Baron, Keats, Shelley are some my favorites that what my degree in English is about; the Romanticism period in British literature. But literature is something I always loved."

"She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tell of days in goodness spent, a mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent! "

"Lord Byron. She walks in Beauty. I love that poem."

"I have to leave tomorrow for a case. But I would love to see you again."

"I would like that. One moment."

Irene reached into her purse pulling out a piece of paper and pen. She wrote down her cell number along with her house phone. She placed the piece of paper in Spencer jacket pocket. She smiled.

"You like Indian food"

"I never had it but love to try it."

Spencer and Irene looked at each other for a long moment. She turned to head up to her apartment. She turned back for a moment.

"Good Night Dr. Reid."

"Night Dr. O'Hare; call me Spencer"

"Then you have to call me Irene."

"I call you when I get back; Irene."

"Okay, stay safe and catch the killer. Night Spencer"

"Night Irene."

Irene turned back to head up the stairs. Spencer smile and pulled out her number. It showed a lot about her. But even her writing was a little contradicting. It showed that she was opening but shy and a few other things. He tucked the number into his pocket and head home.