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Bro, anxiety sucks, doesn't it? Sorry, this has nothing to do with the story, just real life decisions. And I hate my anxiety. Just wanted to tell someone.

Also, I couldn't find a good name for this chapter so how I was feeling inspired me.

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Huffing, Devyn climbs into the passenger side of the ambulance and slams the door shut behind her. "Okay," Richard says slowly while starting the vehicle.

"What?" Devyn snaps and sighs as soon as she does. "Sorry, just...men suck. No offense."

"None taken," Richard mumbles while pulling out onto the street. "I agree with you."

"Oh, wow, can you say that again?" Devyn looks over at her partner and chuckles. "Richard Parker is agreeing with me. Call the press."

"Okay, really?"

"Sorry," Devyn shakes her head with another small laugh. "So, um, I'm going out with Spencer and his team tonight."

"Oh, yeah?" Richard hums. "And you're freaking out."

"Am not!" Devyn shouts. She'd hit his shoulder if he wasn't driving. "Just...okay, maybe a little."

"Why?"

Sputtering, Devyn shrugs and gestures to nothing. "This is my boyfriend's closest friends and co-workers. They're like a family. What if they don't like me?"

Richard scoffs and shakes his head. "Kid, you got me to like you. You can make anyone like you."

"Wow, you agree with me and admit to like me all in one day, this is one for the history books."

"Stop trying to change the subject," Richard tells her and Devyn slouches in her seat. "You'll be fine, kid, stop worrying. Won't change anything anyway."

Devyn runs her partner's words through her head over and over for the rest of the day. There's no point in worrying. And she already knows Derek and he seems to like her, so the others should too...right?

After fixing her hair, Devyn straightens her shirt before grabbing her jacket and bag. She leaves her apartment, giving Bill a wide birth when she passes by him. She's not sure what difference it makes to smoke in the hallway right outside his apartment but she doesn't plan on asking.

The restaurant isn't too far. Devyn sits in her car for longer than she'd like to admit before climbing out. Spencer sees her first when she enters the building. From what she can tell, everyone else is already there. He stands from his seat and makes his way over to greet her with a quick kiss.

"Hey,"

"Hi," Devyn whispers back with a bright smile. "I'm not nervous at all." She says sarcastically.

But before Spencer can respond, a new voice speaks up. "Hello, let me be the first," Turning, Devyn sees a blonde woman standing next to her, her hand held out. "Penelope Garcia."

"Devyn Miller," The young woman answers kindly and accepts the handshake. "I've heard good things."

"Well, in that case, they're all true," Garcia says cheerily and Devyn laughs, glancing up at Spencer. "Come, come."

The young couple follow the bubbly blonde back to the table where the others wait eagerly. Morgan stands, giving Devyn a quick hug before sitting back down, giving the others a chance to introduce themselves.

"I have a confession to make," Penelope says after everyone's sat down. All heads at the table turn towards her but the blonde is looking at Devyn. "I was so worried you were going to be mean." A few people laugh while Morgan only shakes his head.

"Baby girl, I told you-"

"I know, I know," Garcia cuts him off, motioning him down with her hand. "But this is our little boy genius." Devyn bites the inside of her cheek to tame her smile and grasps Spencer's hand under the table. "I was scared but I'm not anymore." She directs her words towards Devyn and the younger woman smiles gratefully.

"So, Devyn, how long have you been a paramedic?" Hotch questions curiously.

"Right out of college, I took a course and here I am," Devyn shrugs as a gesture to herself and chuckles weakly. "What about you? How long have you been an FBI agent?"

"A long time," Hotch answers before taking a sip of his drink, eyebrows raised. There are a few laughs around the table at their boss's answer but the subject changes quickly.

There's lots of small talk, just the team and Devyn getting to know each other more. Once Garcia feels they've settled in enough, she gains Devyn's attention before 'slyly' asking. "What do you think about kids?"

"Uh," Devyn is a little surprised by the question and she stutters a little. "I mean, I like them." She winces internally at her answer and clears her throat. Though no one shows any signs that it was a bad answer, instead they try to hide how closely they're listening.

"Do you want kids?" Penelope pushes and Spencer shakes his head apologetically at Devyn but she squeezes his hand to assure him it's fine.

"Yeah," She nods. It is odd, to be talking about this with your boyfriend's friends before you've even spoken about it with each other but...It's not like she just can't answer. "One day."

"Baby girl, maybe let's tone down the questions, yeah?" Morgan phrases it like a question but it's really not. And Garcia knows that and she nods apologetically.

When Devyn tries to stifle her fifth yawn behind her hand, Spencer decides it's time to leave. "I'm sorry, guys," Devyn apologizes to everyone while she collects her things. "Work today was...tiring."

"No need to explain," David says as the others get to their feet as well. "We understand."

Hugs and handshakes are exchanged once again before everyone makes their way out of the restaurant. Spencer grabs onto Devyn's hand and she leads him towards her car but they're stopped by a voice.

"Woah, woah, woah," David halts the couple, a small smile on his opened lips, hands held out by his side. "Is this your car?"

"Uh, yes," Devyn nods, looking from the older agent and towards her 1968 mustang. "You like cars?"

"Do I like-? Do I like cars, she asks," Rossi mumbles to himself and Devyn chuckles with a glance to Spencer who only shrugs. "She's in great condition." The man observes while walking around the car, admiring the shiny, blue paint.

"Thank you, I try," Devyn sees Morgan and Penelope both change their route and start towards them. "I've had her for many years."

"Ooh, yeah," Garcia nods, stopping by Devyn's side, eyes on the classic car. "That's hot." Devyn barks out a laugh, bracing a hand on Penelope's arm, and the blonde turns her smile down at the woman. "Remind me to show you my baby some time."

"Oh, will do," Devyn nods in interest. She hears Morgan saying something to Spencer but doesn't catch what before they're saying their goodbyes once again, leaving the couple alone.

"That went well," Spencer moves to stand in front of Devyn and grabs her hand, lifting them to his mouth before kissing them.

"Yeah, I also noticed no one asked about my parents." She points out and Spencer winces.

"I'm sorry, I just-I didn't, I just said it was a sore subject and it might be best not to bring up. I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay," Devyn shakes her head. "I'd rather that than have to awkwardly dodge any questions." Grabbing the sides of Spencer's jacket, Devyn pulls him down for a kiss. "Come on, let's go."

1. No, Richard is not Spider-Man's dad. lol
2. Guys, honeslty, this chapter took me so long because I just couldn't come up with talk between Devyn and the team. I never can. I apologize for that and hope you enjoyed what I did come up with.
3. But they met! They liked her. She and Rossi even bonded a bit over her car.

I don't have much else to say except that I really hope you guys liked this chapter! Please let me know!

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