"No Anne! He's not like that. Trust me. I think he would keel over if I went in a skirt. It's just meant to be a little date. You need to get out before he comes and meets you!" Evie laughed with her best friend of ten years. They had been friends ever since she moved here from London with her dad.

Anne was the boisterous side of Evie. She liked going to house parties and dragging her best friend to them. "Well I'm headed to Laurel's to catch up. Call me if you need me!" She kissed Evie on the cheek and went to head out the door but ran into her date, "Oof!"

"H…uh…Hi…I'm Spencer Reid. Is this Evie's…er…house?"

Anne looked the date up and down and immediately yelled, "EVE! Cutie pie is here!" She turned back around and smiled at him as she looked him up and down. "Say partner, you wouldn't happen to have a brother that looks like you, but isn't as nerdy would you?"

"Ha, no. Well…I have a friend who is like a brother, but he looks nothing like me. He does like parties though. Judging by your attire I'd say you were dressed to impress, which he always does."

"Oh you're talkative when you're nervous. Cute. I'm headed out so yes, I am dressed to impress. Thanks for noticing!" She wrapped her arms around him and laughed when his breath stopped. "Relax. I'm Eve's best friend, Anne. I promise I won't bite you. I let her do that. I'm off!" And with that she ran out the door.

Evie came up to the door and giggled at Spencer's reddening face, "sorry about her. She's my best friend, but she's a bit more to handle than I am. I like quiet nights and she can't stand an hour of silence. I'm being incredibly rude, come in!" She replied as she stepped so Reid could get in.

"She seems lovely. I'm pretty sure my friend Morgan would fall in love with her, though he doesn't stay with one girl for too long." He replied. He stepped into her house and marveled at how simple of a girl she was.

Her whole apartment was a crème color with a purple trimming. She had mostly crème furniture, but the tabletops were all wood. It was a very home-like feel. She even had jazz music playing in the background, a woman of class who was standing off to his side smirking at his face. She knew he was taking everything in and most likely memorizing it all. His eidetic memory would keep it all.

As he turned to her he realized his memory did her absolutely no justice. Granted, she was only in jeans and a purple t-shirt, but her face was flush and her lips ruby red. Purple-rimmed glasses adorned her face and she blushed even further as he studied her. "There's something incredibly different about you at the moment and I can't place it," he said as he walked towards her.

She leaned her head down at his intense gaze and as her hair fell to cover her face it clicked, "Your hair is down…"

She picked her head back up and laughed, "Yes Spencer. I tend to wear it down a lot except for when I'm reading, which is all the time at work. I don't think you've ever seen it down."

"No, I haven't before. It's like a burgundy. It's pretty," he said smiling at her.

"Well thanks," she said as she grabbed his hand. She ignored the immediate warmth that spread through her body at his touch and just smiled. "Dinner is ready!"

"That has to be what smells incredible," he replied as they walked hand in hand to her kitchen. He tried to ignore the warmth that spread through him as well, but it just did no good. He squeezed her hand before pulling away to pull out her chair. She smiled and covered her face and Spencer thought in that moment that he had nothing to fear. She was just as shy as he was.

She had made a simple Italian dish with sausage and peppers. Salad was the prequel and he bounced in his seat like a five year old when she brought out the chocolate cannoli's. He knew well enough that these were a favorite dessert of his. David Rossi had made plenty of them.

They talked softly as they plowed through dinner, each laughing at one another in turn. He made the mistake of getting her started on Kurt Vonnegut and she made the mistake of getting him started on Poe. They promised one another they would read aloud to the other one night. "Honestly", Spencer said, "that is the most intimate way to spend a night with someone in my opinion."

She looked at him over her glasses and gave him a broad smile, forcing her lips to graze across the wine glass she held to them. She took a sip and replied, "Well now I know that I think I know how to woo you."

"Oh I don't think you'll have to try very hard. I mean you've already gotten me out of my house. That, I might add, is a feat. Morgan can't even do it usually. He tries to get me to go to the clubs and I honestly only enjoy them if I play pool. Everyone gets mad at me during that though," he said before taking a sip of his wine.

"Why would they get mad…Oh, you beat them then?"

"Well it's a fairly strategic game. I win at cards as well. They don't understand that I really did grow up in Vegas. I may not be the most socially adept person, but if anything you keep quiet in Vegas. Just let the cards roll. I have an excellent poker face."

Evie busted into a fit of giggles and started to put all the dishes in the sink. Spencer watched her and marveled at her grace. She was barefoot and even her feet were elegant. "Come on, let's go to the living room."

They hopped up from the kitchen table to go sit in her living room. They talked for a while about how she had come to move to Washington from London. They talked about their favorite authors.

"How did you come about being a bookstore clerk?" He asked with another sip of his wine. He would have to stop after this one or else there was no way he would make it home. He could tell she was already quite out of it, but at least she was classy.

"It's a bit of a funny story actually," she said. Her accent slipped and she covered her mouth with a squeak.

"Oh, you've been hiding it from me!"

"Hiding what? I'm hiding nothing."

"You still have you're accent…I like it. Don't stifle it, please."

"Why not? It's dreadful…well the kids I went to grade school with relentlessly made fun of me for it when I came to the states. I was young enough that I could change it. Most people just think I'm from the East or something."

"I would have never…it's adorable."

Evie covered her face again and giggled. She looked at Reid from over her hands, "I would have never made fun of you for being incredibly brilliant. I think it's fascinating that you're auto didactic. I mean I can learn things from books, but I don't think I could teach myself any of the things you know. Least not to that great of length."

It was Reid's turn to blush and he turned a furious red as he muttered a, "thank you," her way.

"But back on pace, I became a bookstore clerk because after I graduated I started writing a book. I had majored in literature and figured I had what it would take. I never got past the fifth chapter because my dad…my dad died, and I…every time I picked up to write I'd get lost in thoughts of him and just lose it. I haven't picked it up in two years, but on the flip side I became so immersed in work that I made out to be manager!" She replied with a smile that Reid could tell never reached her heart.

He let it go and asked what the book had been about. It was apparently a spin off of who Annabel Lee had been in Poe's life. Reid's eyes lit up, "you are immeasurably incredible Eve…"

"I don't really try, but it's nice to have someone to finally relate to, someone to understand my quirks. I always feel a bit like Professor Trelawney when I talk to people. I have to remember to keep a cap on it."

"I feel the same way. Even my best friend, JJ, gets that exasperated look when I start. It's just a weird symptom of reading so much of everything."

"I think it's wonderful. I mean, I won't lie and say it isn't exasperating, but you're not bad with me if you've noticed. I think in the past…holy cow we've been talking for four hours…uh…in the past four hours you've only stated about…"

"Three statistics…" he finished for her.

"That one. You're impossible Spencer Reid."
"Not impossible, just a bit unlikely," he smiled out.

Evie let the gears turn in her head and suddenly busted out laughing for what seemed like the millionth time that night. "Have you seriously just made a Doctor Who joke?"

"Aye, that I did. I've actually not watched the show since Tom Baker. Penelope and I went to a con and I dressed as him actually. I've only seen a few of the 10th Doctor's episodes, but work catches up too fast. If I am at home I'm normally drawing or, as of recently, I've been playing the piano."

"So, let me get this straight. You like Doctor Who, you read at least five books a week, you're musical, your in the bleeding FBI, you know peoples personalities after a quick study, you're incredibly adorable in the nerdy sense AND you are so lithe it's sexy? How can you possibly be single and where have you been all my life?"

"Well…I've been running around catching bad guys for quite a bit of it and I'm just like a jack of all trades. I can do magic too!"

That earned another hearty laugh from Evie. He was not sure if it was the wine, or if she really was that beautiful, but his body was starting to react to her. He watched her mouth open and shivers ran up his spine. He listened to her melodic laugh and his heart sped up. He began twisting his fingers together while watching her laugh.

She switched the legs that she had crossed over one another and Spencer swore she had legs that never ended. "Spencer, what are you thinking?"

"I'm…I…I've never really been…I'm horribly awkward when it comes to this sort of thing," he admitted as he placed his face in his hands.

The next thing he knew there was soft warm breathing at his hands. Evie was kneeling right in front of him. She opened his hands slowly. "Peek-a-boo."

"Hi," he replied nervously. She took his hands from his face and sat her hands atop his on his lap.

"Reid…I promise you don't have to feel awkward near me. I get that you do and I will never try and alter that part of your personality. I think it's wonderful and adorable. It's almost too much to bear." She placed her hand on the back of his head and leaned his forehead down so she could place a soft kiss on it. "Now tell me genius, what are you thinking?"

Reid looked up at her and willed his heart to slow. She gave him a few seconds to gain control of his mind and was surprised when he trailed his fingers on her cheeks, "I've…you're very calming, everything about you. I just don't want to assume something that isn't going to happen. It's not like I haven't been with girls before, but you impact me. I don't know what it is. You smell like books, lavender and coffee. Your lips are so incredibly red right now that I think my vision is over compensating the color spectrum and your accent is absolutely tantalizing. Your voice draws me in as much as your demeanor, but I can calm my feelings just as fast as I can intensify them."

"Don't stifle them, please."

"Why?"

"Because you deserve to just feel. Let me give you that…"

"If I let you will you promise me one thing?"
"What is that?"

"Teach me how to love you…"

"You're perfect already Spencer."

"Can I kiss you?"

"I may keel if you don't…" was the last thing she replied before his lips collided fiercely with hers. He stood up with his arms wrapped around her waist and then sat back down. She was perched atop his lap and his hands were trailing all the innocent places of her body while hers were in every inch of his hair.

They pulled away after what seemed like an eternity all red and gasping. "I don't say this often, but bloody hell…"

And it was Spencer's turn to laugh. He buried his face into her neck as he gave a few breathless chuckles. "That was definitely worthy of that comment. I've um…I've never kissed anyone and felt that intense about it…" he admitted as he looked into her eyes.

"Nor me," she replied as she placed her nose into his neck. "What do you propose we do about it, eh?"

"I thought you were British not Canadian," he said. She smacked him and gave a little giggle, "You've got a good smack on you girl, but on a serious note…I know what I want to do about it, but it would be completely your decision."

"What is it?"

"Well I could court you, we could go steady, or date; however you feel like phrasing it. I guess, in short, will you be mine?" Her answer was sealed in another smoldering kiss. She shook her head, yes, against his lips and he pulled her further into him. She could feel herself slide against his passion and a deep moan surfaced from him. She smiled and twisted her hips into him. He pushed down on her hips and let go of her lips with breathless sighs. "Can I take that as a yes?"

"Certainly Doctor," she said. He looked up at her and the look in his eyes was blinding passion that signified how terrified he was. "I'm assuming we have to have a second date since I've said yes then?" She asked sitting on his lap in a less arousing way.

Spencer let his heart calm for what seemed like the eighteenth time that night as she settled herself comfortably in his lap. Granted, he had to stifle a moan when she wiggled to sit comfortably, but it wasn't anything unbearable. "What do you propose we do for our second date?" He asked as he swept a stray piece of hair from her face.

"Something simple, but you choose this time!" She exclaimed. Her giggles were getting more frequent and Spencer loved her laugh.

They began to talk lightly about things they both enjoyed doing and found that they did indeed have a lot in common. Reid liked to watch her talk animatedly and she surprisingly enjoyed his eyes watching her intently. "Spencer do you realize that you always have that innocent puppy dog look on your face?"

He mocked a feigned surprise, as he regarded her, "I absolutely do not. You're just saying that because I have brown eyes."

"No, you really do. I like it," she admitted shyly. Spencer laughed a little, but then his body betrayed him as he let out a yawn. "Are you tired?"

"Apparently, ha. I should probably get going," he admitted regrettably.

"But Doctor, you have already had quite a bit to drink. Drinking while intoxicated is not a wise idea," Evie whispered into his neck.

Spencer's heart sped up again as his grip on her tightened. "What do you propose we do about that then?"

"Can I make a proposition?"

"I can't promise I'll agree to it, but you can try."
Evie leaned up and placed her hand on his chest. She was now sitting all the way up on his lap as she eyed him carefully. He was a creature to be treated with care. She would have to tread lightly should he agree to anything, "stay with me tonight?"

If she could have taken a photo of his face at the moment, oh the delight. His mouth couldn't quite stay closed as the gears in his head turned. Stay, here, with a girl? Okay, breathe. You can do this one Spence – he slowly repeated to himself.

"I…uh…where would I sleep?"

Now you really have to watch it with him - "You have two options for that one," she began as she looked down into her lap, "my bed or the couch."

"I wouldn't want to take your bed, crazy," Reid replied. His heart was hammering in his chest and the last thing he wanted to do was overstep boundaries.

"You wouldn't take it Spencer. You would sleep with me," she replied looking him dead in the eyes.

He couldn't make proper eye contact with her, but he grabbed his hand and gave her a crooked smile. She stood from his lap and pulled a little on his hand so he would follow her.

She thought he was going to hyperventilate when they walked into her bedroom, but he kept a pretty set composure. She turned and hugged him, a hug which he barely returned because he was lost in his own mind.

"I'm going to go change. Get comfortable and lay down so you can sleep."

Spencer watched her sashay into the bathroom and smiled, she really was beautiful. Everything he had acquired about particular social conventions came flooding through his head. He knew they would probably be in close contact with one another, but the wine seemed to be clouding his judgment. He was looking forward to her warmth being against him.

As he stripped himself from his jeans he realized he would have to be very careful. He didn't think it would be bad if she knew he was attracted to her, but he didn't want to appall her at his natural reactions.

His thoughts do him no justice when it comes to her though, and this was confirmed when she emerged from the bathroom - her hair falling around her face, her cami hugging her lightly and little boxers covering her bottom. "Come here gorgeous," he said shocked at his own confession.

They crawled under her covers and Reid turned on his side to look at her, which made her blush. He tentatively reached for her cheek, "This is going to turn into something fantastic."

"Why yes, Doctor Reid. Are you ready?"

"I don't know if I ever will be, but I can promise I'll try."

A/N: Yey! Cute one for these two. Thanks for all the reviews and support (: Happy reading!