The next morning Spencer got up and went to see his mother as usual. He walked up the stairs to the recreation room and caught sight of Lisa out of the corner of his eye.

"Lisa." He called. Lisa stopped and turned looking for who had called her name. Spotting Spencer she smiled and, walked towards him.

"Hi, Spencer, do you need something?" She greeted him

"Hey, no, I just wanted to thank you for bringing me to the bonfire last night. I had really great time."

"Don't mention it. I had a great time too. You know I actually got a text from Ben too, he wanted to know when you guys were going to hang out again. He can't wait for another water brawl"

Spencer laughed. "Yeah, I don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon, I'm pretty sure I'm covered in bruises."

"Yeah you are." Lisa said reaching out, "You've got a pretty nice one right here in fact." She brushed across some of the skin at the bottom of his neck and a tiny spark of pain flashed through Spencer's body and he flinched a bit. "Sorry." Lisa apologized.

"Don't worry about it."

"You know you should probably cover that before you see your mom. It kind of looks like a hickey."

Spencer's hand immediately shot to his neck to cover the bruise. "Oh Thanks."

"No problem. I'll be in to see your mom in a bit."

"I'll see you then."

Spencer walked off into the bathroom to cover his awkward bruise and Lisa headed back out to finish her rounds.

"Okay a coupled things, one, when were you going to tell me, two, how did you do it, and three, how did you do it so fast?" Emily asked, stopping Lisa in her tracks for a second time that morning.

"I will be happy to answer all of those questions when you tell me what you're talking about." Lisa responded.

"You and Dr. Reid, excuse me you and Spencer." Emily clarified.

"Riiight, what about us?" Lisa had no idea what Emily was talking about but she was sure that she wasn't going to like it.

"Oh come on! Quit playing dumb. You and Dr. Reid, I saw you caressing his neck." Emily finally spit out.

If Lisa had been drinking something, she would have done a spit take. "I was not caressing his neck. I was pointing out a bruise." Lisa explained.

"Oh right, pointing out the bruise, on his neck, I believe the medical term for that is a hickey, right?"

"It's not a hickey!" Lisa protested.

"Right then where did it come from?" Emily asked a clear look of disbelief on her face.

"He got hit in the neck with a rock" even as she said it Lisa knew it sounded like a lie.

"Right. You do know I won't get mad right? Yes the guy is gorgeous, and I would more than love to have him as a notch on my bed post, but if you're seeing him I will completely back off, I mean it's not like I actually had a shot any way." Emily tried to reassure her.

"That's great, but seriously Emily, there's nothing going on." Lisa tried to tell her one last time.

"When you're ready to admit it I'll be here." Emily said patting Lisa on the shoulder before walking off. Lisa closed her eyes and groaned, before going back to her job.

Spencer adjusted his collar so that it covered as much of the bruise as possible before heading out to see his mother.

"Happy Birthday mom." Spencer said giving his mom a kiss on the cheek and handing her the present he had brought for her.

"You didn't have to get me anything. I've already got my gift." Diana told him stroking his cheek.

Spencer blushed as he sat down next to her.

Diana looked at her son for a moment before speaking, "There's something different about you Spencer." She said.

Spencer's hand unconsciously shot up to his neck, trying to hide the bruise. "What do you mean?" he asked trying not to sound guilty.

"You're smiling." Diana said, a smile of her own forming.

Spencer chuckled and let his hand fall back down. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"It's a good look for you." His mother told him before finally opening the gift he had gotten her. It was a rare 1st edition of her favorite book. "Thank you"

The rest of the day with his mother had been pretty much the same as always except for the small cake Lisa had brought in for Diana. When visiting hours were over Spencer had gone back to his hotel. He had hoped to run into Lisa on his way out but when he had she had informed him that she was working the nightshift as well that day. He had been a little upset at the news, though he had no reason to be, it wasn't as though they had had plans. So Spencer had simply gone back to his hotel room and tried to read.

Unfortunately after the fun and excitement of the night before, sitting and reading a book on theoretical physics just didn't seem so appealing. He tried watching television instead, but he had never been a big fan of that pastime. So realizing, seemingly for the first time, that he was in Las Vegas Spencer decided to do what most people do in Vegas. He went out to a casino.

It was late and all the patients were sleeping as Lisa sat in the break room with a book in her lap. To the passerby it looked as though she was engrossed in the novel, but in reality she was simply staring through it, flipping pages at random intervals. She couldn't keep her mind from wandering back to Spencer Reid. Emily had really gotten under her skin with her comments about the two of them. Spencer Reid was awkward, gawky, wound way too tight, kind, thoughtful and completely surprising.

Glancing at the clock Lisa saw that she had another 5 hours left on duty, 5 more quiet hours in a silent sanitarium unable to keep her thoughts in check. Out of the corner of her eye Lisa saw the phone, and next to it, a binder containing all the emergency contacts for the patients. Putting down her book Lisa stared at the binder. Whenever she had a song stuck in her head all she had to do was listen to it again and it was gone, maybe it would work the same way with Spencer. She got up from her spot on the couch and walked over to the binder, opening it to Diana Reid's page. There it was spelled out in black and white, Spencer Reid's cellphone number. No, it was stupid, it was nearly midnight, he was probably asleep already, and even if he wasn't it was against the rules to use the patients' information for personal reasons. Quickly Lisa closed the binder and went back to the couch lifting her book back up, leg bouncing nervously.