Hey everyone! I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it. In case you're curious, I've posted a Music and the Genius one-shot titled, "Claustrophobia and Metro Stations". It takes place during Chapter 8. Also, I'm posting a link to the song listed below on my profile in case you're interested! Please read and review, folks! XOXO-FirefliesFlash

A Week Later

Teagan walked onto the pediatric floor with her guitar, a basket of shakers, her ukulele, and a variety of visual aids. Every Tuesday, she led a music therapy session with children with a variety of different ailments. It was her favorite time of the day. As she walked into the playroom, a little boy named David, who had been in and out of the hospital for about 6 months for chemotherapy treatments, waved to her.
"Miss Teagan," he said. "Is it music time?" He grinned hugely.
"Yep!" She replied. "Sure is!"
"Can we sing "Mahalo", peas?" She grinned. She loved the way he said the word please.
"Of course, David." She looked around. There weren't many children today. One little girl with her hair in blond pigtails was playing with Play-Doh with her mother. Another little boy was playing with a train set quite contentedly by himself while a nurse watched nearby.

"Okay, everyone! It's music time!" She yelled. "Come sit in the circle, please!" The other children ignored her entirely and continued to play. David, however, sat down right in the middle of the circle and scooted closer to her. She grabbed her blue ukulele with the dolphin bridge from the case.
"Oh, Miss Teagan, you brought Lilo!" David exclaimed.
"Of course I did! You can't sing "Mahalo" without Lilo." She began strumming the opening chords. The other two children looked up from their activities and stared at her curiously. "Mahalo to the urchin. Mahalo to the sea," she sang. "Mahalo to the skies above. Mahalo to you and me." David began to sing along. "Okay David, what's next?"

"Sing Mahalo! Mahalo! Mahalo for everything!" the boy exclaimed, singing loudly.
"And what does mahalo mean?" She asked, smiling at David.
"Mahalo, that means thank you. Mahalo, mahalo, mahalo." They both finished together. "Good, David." Both of the children had come to the circle where Teagan and David were sitting.
"What's that?" the little girl with pigtails asked, pointing at Teagan's ukulele as she sat down on the circle.
"This is Lilo, the blue ukulele," Teagan replied.
"Like Lilo and Stitch?" the little girl asked.
"Exactly like Lilo and Stitch! They're both from Hawaii." The little girl smiled.
"Can I play her?"
"Yes, but not until the very end, okay? We've got to wait our turn." The little girl pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Teagan continued with her session. She sang several songs that she knew the children would enjoy and benefit from. She learned the names of the other two children. The little girl was named Maddie and the other little boy was named Joel. After the session ended, the children were all sad to see her go. Maddie and David pleaded for her to stay, but she was scheduled for another session in thirty minutes.
"I'm sorry, everyone, but I've got to go! I'll be back soon!" She grabbed her cases and basket and headed for the elevator. When it dinged announcing its arrival and the doors opened, she noticed Spencer was inside.
"Hello again, Spencer!" she chirped, pressing the button. "Back from your case?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Did you catch the bad guy?"
"Yes. Um, Teagan can I ask you something?"
"Sure," she replied, beaming at him.

"Would you, um, like to go to dinnerwithmeagian?" He said quickly. She blinked, trying to comprehend what he said.

"Excuse me?"
"Would you like to go to dinner, um, with me again?" He asked again more slowly this time.
"Certainly. She replied. "But do we have to take the Metro again?" He chuckled in response as they stepped off the elevator.
"No, we can drive. What time should I pick you up?"
"I don't know," she replied. "You don't know where I live and you don't have my number."

"You have mine," he said, smirking slightly.
"No I don't," she stated. "You've never given me your number."
"Check under your headband, behind your ear."
"Huh?" She reached up behind her blue plaid headband, and sure enough, there was his card reading "S.S.A. Dr. Spencer Reid, Profiler, Behavioral Analysis Unit" along with his phone number underneath.

"How on earth did you do that?!" She exclaimed.

"A magician never reveals his secrets," he stated.
"Hmm," she said, tapping her chin with her index finger. "So you're a genius with multiple doctorates, a profiler, and now a magician. Is there anything else I should know?" He shrugged his shoulders simply in response. She flipped the card over and stared at it, amazed by his trick. "So I guess you want me to call you?" She asked, winking at him.
"Um, you, don't, um, have to, I guess. I mean-"
"I'm going to call you, Spencer," she interrupted. "But if I don't hurry I'm going to be late for my next session. So, I'll see you later?"
"Okay." He nodded in response. Suddenly, Teagan grabbed his tie and pulled him down to her level. She kissed his cheek briefly before heading off to her next session. He stood there for a moment, comprehending what had just occurred. He placed his hand on his cheek, touching the spot she'd kissed. He felt a blush creep into his cheeks. He couldn't believe that his magic trick had worked. He smiled to himself. She agreed to go out with him again! He couldn't believe it.

The team had teased him incessantly about his "date" last week. Everyone had offered dating advice as well, but he liked Rossi's advice the best.
"Just be yourself," he'd stated. "Don't pretend to be something you're not just to impress her." That's when he decided that he would try to show her a magic trick. He turned on his heel and headed towards the clinic.
"Hey Spencer!" Gene said as he stepped inside the clinic. "You're right on time." Spencer removed his messenger bag and placed it on the chair. "We're going to do something different today."
"Okay." He smiled. His thoughts were still with Teagan. His cheek still burned from her kiss.
"We're going to try some song-writing." Spencer's mind suddenly cam into focus.
"I can't sing."
"You don't have to," Gene replied. "You can just write the lyrics. Or the music. Or both. I can sing it for you."
"What are we going to write about?"
"Whatever you'd like. We're mainly going to brainstorm today. I've read your file extensively. It says here you are a recovering drug addict. Is that correct?" Spencer nodded, automatically fingering the medallion that he kept in his pocket, reminding him of his sobriety.

"Is that your medallion?" Gene asked.
"Yeah."
"How long have you been clean, Spencer? Just curious," Gene asked.
"6 years, 10 months, 7 days, 15 hours, 17 minutes and 22 seconds," Spencer ticked off, without missing a breath.
"That's a long time."
"It is," Spencer replied. "But I struggle almost daily."
"I can imagine. Why did you become addicted to Dilaudid?" Gene asked. Spencer swallowed and shut his eyes tightly, his eidetic memory reliving every horrible second of the two days he was tortured by Tobias Hankel.
"I'd rather not discuss it," he said.
"Okay," Gene said. "Is there anything you'd like to discuss?"
"Not today, Gene. Can we call it a day?" Spencer asked, agitated.
"If you'd like," Gene said, staring at him quizzically.
"Have a good afternoon." He grabbed his messenger bag.
"You too, Spencer." Spencer left the clinic feeling slightly less happy than before. What would Teagan think if she found out about his past with Dilaudid? That was something he hadn't even told Maeve. The team knew about it of course, but it was something they never discussed. He stepped out into the cool autumn air, pondering all these things in his mind.