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Reid entered the bullpen and tried to hide his grin as he made it to his desk; the desk that JJ was now occupying.

"Bout time." Morgan groaned as the genius began handing out the coffee to those in the bullpen area. "Woah. Hold on. What's that?" Spencer began to panic thinking it was something urgent until he saw that Derek was pointing to the digits on his hand which had also drawn the girls' attention . He had no idea how he was going to get out of this one – as much as he'd like to tell the team and see the look on Morgan's face he didn't want to be put off from calling her by anyone's teasing or joking and even though they would be happy for him he'd just met the woman and didn't want to get his hopes up to be let down.

"Nothing." The young agent replied after a lot of deliberation on his part, despite knowing that they already knew what it was even if they didn't know who the phone number belonged to. He shooed JJ from his chair and flopped down on it with a sigh of content. Today was a good day.

"That's not nothing. Who's the lucky girl?" Prentiss asked from behind him making him swivel his seat to the side to give him a view of all three of his team mates.

"Guys, we have paperwork to do." Spencer told them in an attempt to shift the topic onto something other than his personal life. In the past it had proved to be an effective tactic, of course he realised a little too late that it only really worked when Hotch was there to get them back on track. Where was Hotch when he needed him?

"Yeah, but we also have a secret to decipher." JJ concluded. "And I'm bored of my paperwork. I've gotten to the point where the words are all blurred." Her voice portrayed a child-like quality, almost that of a sulking five year old begging for sympathy. In actual fact, her friends were the only thing keeping her awake – if she went back into her office now she was certain that she'd succumb to the temptation of sleep.

"No you don't. No secret." Reid stated, picking up his coffee and taking a sip before bowing his head over the open files pretending to work.

"Oooo, who's got a secret?" Garcia asked excitedly. Great that's just what the kid needed. Garcia was one of those people who were very persistent; she'd always get the information she wanted eventually and he knew this time wouldn't be any different. See, Reid always gave the tech analyst the information she wanted because he knew it'd be easier to tell her when she wanted it then to have her search through his records or harass him, it was never worth the trouble. However, this time he was determined to keep it a secret for as long as possible.

"Reid's got a girl's number." Prentiss supplied as she raised her coffee cup towards the man in a congratulatory gesture before taking a sweet gulp of the cooling liquid.

"Oh my God, who is she?" Penelope squealed, clapping her hands together and causing the others, minus Spencer, to laugh. `

"Work." The genius motioned to the files splayed out across his desk before proceeding to scribble across the page furiously in his 'rushed' handwriting that he used to get things done quicker – so he said but it was pretty much his normal handwriting - to emphasise the word.

"Interesting name." Morgan laughed.

"Yep. Can't say I've ever met anyone called 'Work' before or even heard of 'em actually. But I guess there's a first time for everything." Jennifer mused from her newly created seat at the edge of her best friend's untidy desk.

"When can we meet Work Reid?" Prentiss asked in mock seriousness and this was the moment the man realised that it was going to be a long day. Very long.

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Evangeline had been waiting for his call all day. It had now gone 6.30 and he still hadn't called. She'd given her number to him about six hours ago – maybe he wasn't as interested as she'd thought. She wasn't the most patient woman in the world, in fact she hated waiting and so this was agony for her. Standing up, she trudged into the kitchen to put the kettle on before grabbing a spoon and some Ben and Jerry's from the freezer – Ben and Jerry's could fix everything. Ironically, not two minutes after she began eating her ice-cream did her mobile phone ring making her jump at the sudden noise. The woman practically pounced on it as she answered it eagerly.

"Hello?" She asked praying that it'd be him on the other end.

"Hey, it's er Spencer. You know the guy that you spilt your drink over?" She giggled at the memory before clearing her throat and repeating her greeting.

"So I guess I owe you a drink?" She questioned, her fingers crossed as she pleaded to herself for him to agree. He'd called so why wouldn't he let her buy him some coffee? They could talk, get to know each other. She really wanted to get to know him.

"How about dinner?" Spencer had no idea what on earth had possessed him to say it but the thought of just coffee wasn't good enough, they wouldn't have enough time to chat, not really. He knew that he may have been pushing his luck but it was worth a shot, at least then he'd know for sure whether she liked him just as much as he did her.

"You wanna go to dinner with me?" Confusion was her initial response as it was the most unexpected thing to happen. He wanted to go to dinner with her. She almost squealed in delight but wisely held it back as she didn't want to appear to eager and scare him away. Her reaction and desire to want to see him both excited her and alarmed her – never before had she experienced anything like this. Right at that moment her words from the night they met decided to come back to her in full force: 'my soul mate is sitting in this room as we speak'. Shaking her head she quickly dismissed the thought; she should not be thinking like that when they've known each other for five days and talked three times.

"Erm, yeah." He replied uncertainly. "But if you don't want to it's fine I was just wondering and-"

"Yes." She told him cringing at the overly happy tint to her voice but glad to put him out of his rushed babbling misery. As cute as it was she didn't have the heart to make him think that she didn't want to. "I really want to. Just name the when and the where."

Reid grinned at how eager she sounded, glad that she actually wanted to go to dinner with him – which he took as a good sign. "Ok, well how about that new restaurant that's just opened by the cinema at, say, 7.30? If you want?" He could've hit himself for his sudden loss of confidence towards the end of the suggestion. She'd already said yes why would she suddenly not want to go?

"Yeah sounds good to me. Meet you there or do you wanna pick me up, or me pick you up?" Cringing slightly at the beginning of a potential ramble she cursed at being so uncool about the situation. She made the decision to get some dating tips from Abbie. Once again she was forced to remind herself that they were not dating – she really feared that she was bordering on obsessive or stalker-like.

"I'll pick you up." He stated with finality taking control of the conversation.

"Great." He couldn't help laughing this time at the excitement it appeared she felt. He'd never admit it but he felt the same way. Nothing he'd ever felt with a woman had ever compared to this and he hoped he'd never lose it. As new as it was it just felt fitting, right. "I live at apartment 37 at Whybrie Hay."

"Ok. See you in an hour and ten minutes. Bye." After her confirmation and goodbye he pushed his phone away from him and grinned. He'd successfully just asked a woman out for the first time – he didn't count JJ – and it felt great. Sometimes secrets weren't that bad, and sometimes good things really did happen.

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