After Sander's declaration of his hate for Michael Jackson and his confession that he could sing Britney Spears' Toxic word for word, the three men headed toward an old gray Camaro.

"There she is..." Sander said, unlocking the car and popping the trunk, placing Spencer's bag in it and shutting the trunk loudly.

"Ethan, you said you drove here." Spencer remarked noting Sander's reaction to the car and piecing together that this car was Sander's.

"I did."

"But that's Sander's car." The young agent stated while he watched Sander lift the passenger seat so the man was able to squeeze himself into the back seat, only looking mildly uncomfortable. Spencer and Ethan got into the car before Ethan answered.

"I'm a lot of things Spencer, but suicidal is not one of them." At Spencer's confused look he elaborated, "let's just say, that man-child back there can make an atheist pray for forgiveness just by driving them somewhere."

"I'm not that bad!" Sander interrupted from his spot in the back seat, a very childish pout on his face as he stared at the two men.

"Sander," Ethan said slowly, "you made Kat's sister go into labor last year."

Sander seemed to have no comeback for this, so he simply huffed before handing Ethan the keys and leaning back into his seat, his dark green tee shirt contrasting against the dark leather seats nicely with his hair and eyes finishing the picture. To be honest, Sander looked like the stereotypical surfer form California.

Spencer looked around the inside of the car, it smelled like a mixture of pine trees and leather, most likely from New York and the fact that the seats were leather. The floorboards were relatively clean, with only a few pine needles and straw wrappers on them. There was an auxiliary cord dangling from the radio, so it appeared that Sander didn't necessarily like listening to the radio. The car was relatively comfortable, and it was obvious that this was Sander's home and he took very good care of it.

The outside of the car was also very clean and well kept. The gray paint – maybe even silver – shined in the sunlight but not so bright that it was obnoxious, there were a couple bugs smashed against the front of the car, but that was expected after driving for two days straight. Spencer speculated that he cleaned this car at least once a week, far more than most people cleaned theirs.

Taking into consideration the fact that Sander is a drifter, this car went far and fast. Getting Sander where he needed to go with no problems, so of course he would take care of it, like one would take care of their bedroom, Sander took great care of this vehicle, no matter how horrendous his driving was.

"Spencer, how old are you?" Sander asked from the backseat, making Spencer turn and see the man sprawled across the seat, twirling a necklace in his hand and looking curiously at the agent.

"I turned thirty last September." Spencer says, shifting uncomfortably at the scrutinizing gaze Sander shoots his way. "What?"

"Nothing nothing, you just look younger is all." Sander says nonchalantly from the back seat.

"And you don't look a day past twenty two for someone who claims to be twenty eight." Spencer retorts, his cheeks flushing in mild anger at the younger man in the backseat, prompting the blond to raise an eyebrow. It wasn't Sander's fault Spencer looked young for his age, but he got enough of that on cases and he was starting to get annoyed by it.

"Easy tiger, I was just saying." Sander says, his arms held up in surrender. "Off of the uncomfortable topic, what do you do for a living?"

Sander seemed to be genuinely interested, his head tilted and green eyes studying him as if he was able to figure it out by himself. "I work with the Behavioral Analysis Unit in the FBI."

"Damn, guess that means I should get rid of the body in my trunk."

"What?" Spencer asked, horrified at the man's confession. Eyebrows drawn up and mouth slightly open, only then did he realize that Sander was pulling his leg. The dimples he didn't notice announced themselves along with the grin on Sander's face, with the low chuckle that made him sound as if he had a sore throat but also gave Spencer the impression that he did not laugh often.

"Relax, if I did kill someone I wouldn't taint my baby by putting it in her trunk." Sander shrugged, putting the necklace around his neck, letting Spencer see the military dog tags that hung on the chain.

"You seem awfully attached to this car." Spencer mused, prompting Sander to look at the older man with wide eyes and a horrified expression on his face.

"Damn right I'm attached to Baby! I bought her with my own money that I raised myself by working two jobs and singing on a street corner, so yeah, I'm attached to her." Sander said all this in one breath before smiling wryly to himself. "The Behavioral Analysis Unit is like catching criminals by guessing their personalities right?" Sander asked him, calming down after his defensive explanation.

"We build profiles based on what the serial killer or rapist does to the victims, but your way of putting it is right too." Spencer said, studying Sander's face as he ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner.

"So here I am, making myself look like a freaking basket case in front of someone who deals with them for a living." Sander mumbles, making Spencer feel angry at his generalization that all people who had mental illnesses turned into killers.

"Not all people who are not well, mentally, turn into killers." Spencer said calmly, even though what he wanted to do was reach over the back of the seat and smack some sense into the younger man.

"I know I know, that's not what I meant." Sander said, looking at Spencer apologetically, realizing how bad his accusation sounded to outside ears. "I meant that I was making myself sound insane in front of someone who deals with... You know what? There's no good way of putting that, forget I said anything."

Spencer noted the sincere confusion in the man's voice before nodding and turning to look outside of the window again, hearing some shuffling in the backseat before soft snores were heard. Clearly Sander was more tired than he seemed.

"Don't take anything he says too seriously, Doc. When he's tired he tends to run his mouth and forget his manners, but when he's well rested, you'd swear he was an altogether different person, he turns into the perfect gentlemen and tomorrow he''ll be the sorriest bastard you've ever seen." Ethan said quietly, eyeing the sleeping form in the backseat wearily, he tends to sleep talk, and sometimes the man says the weirdest stuff he's heard in his life.

"Sorry Luci, didn't know it was your Moose..."

Mumbles from the backseat brought both men's attention to the backseat, thinking maybe he was messing with them, but no, Sander was sleeping peacefully with the dog tags clutched loosely in his hand and his neck bent at an uncomfortable angle. "Is he- is he talking about Supernatural?"

"What's that?" Ethan asked the genius, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Supernatural is a television series that stars Jared Padalecki who plays Sam Winchester and Jensen Ackles who plays Sam's brother Dean. Luci is what the archangel Gabriel calls his brother Lucifer when Gabriel confronts him inside of the Elysium Fields hotel after Lucifer slaughters numerous pagan gods. Moose is what Crowley, the King of Hell, calls Sam because of his height, and in real life, Jared Padalecki is six-four and has a brother who is even taller than he is -"

"Alright alright I get it!" Ethan interrupts him with a small grin on his face, "but what I don't get is why he said Sam was Lucifer's."

"That could be because Sam is Lucifer's vessel, meaning that in order to start the apocalypse, Lucifer needs to possess Sam, but he needs permission from Sam in order to do so. Indirectly marking Sam as Lucifer's property, in a less serious sense, he could be saying that he didn't know Sam and Lucifer were in a relationship, while that is not canonly true, many fans of the series believe that Lucifer and Sam should have a relationship, resulting in the pairing name Samifer."

"And how does the technophobe Spencer Reid know about this Samifer?" Ethan asks teasingly, looking over at the young genius and noting how a light blush covered his cheeks.

"My team's technical analyst Penelope Garcia has an unhealthy obsession with Supernatural fanfiction, and she tends to print the ones she likes and give them to me as new reading material."

"Shut up, Not Moose..."

"Would you like to elaborate on that one too?" Ethan asks Spencer, referring to Sander's latest mumbling.

"In season nine's episode Blade Runners Crowley has an unhealthy addiction to human blood, and when Dean calls him, Crowley's caller I.D. shows that Not Moose is calling. Apparently, after this episode aired, Not Moose was very popular on twitter."

"You sure know a lot about Supernatural." Ethan mused turning down a little dirt road and leaning back into the comfortable seats of the Camaro.

"Supernatural, along with Doctor Who and Star Trek are some of my favorite television programs." Spencer said happily, in a better mood after his conversation with Ethan.

"Aliens made me slow dance!"

Ethan shakes his head before stating, "I don't wanna know."

"Good, that episode was a wonderful mess anyway." Spencer said turning to look at Sander in the backseat. He is probably the only person in the world who can remember small details from a TV show in his sleep, literally.

Well this one came a little easier to me than the other three, probably because I was writing about my favorite character in Criminal Minds fan-boying over my favorite television show.

Reviews:

TazzieLuv13: I'm glad you weren't disappointed, keep reading!

TheMysteriousGeek2345: I'll definitely write more, and thanks for the compliment! Anyway, Sander in my mind is pretty cool so I'm glad someone agrees with me!

Guest: Thanks! You calling Sander funny is indirectly calling me funny as well, so thanks for that!