A/N: Hayo Everyone! Another chapter, though nothing of importance. Just a filler if you will. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my own character.

Takes Place during Episode 11, 12 and 13

Hearing the tapping on the marble floor of the corridor, Evelyn looked up to see Agent Gideon enter her and Penelope's little office, clutching his crutches. The red head pursed her lips to keep herself from smiling.

"Did you really go sky diving, Agent Gideon?" She asked, amusement lacing her tone as she offered her chair to the injured Agent. Gideon sighed as he gave a nod of thanks and collapsed into the seat, glad to get the weight off his feet, or rather foot, since only one of them was in a cast.

"Its all about the landing Evelyn, remember that." He advised, placing his crutches against her desk, leaning back into the chair as he did. Evelyn smiled sympathetically.

"I can be your feet for the day, sir." She offered, always wanting to help out her friends and mentors in anyway she could. Gideon nodded, smiling lightly, grateful.

"Thank you Evelyn. Could you please bring in the case files here from the Conference Room? I think it'll be easier to work from here."

Evelyn paused for a brief second at the door, before nodding and smiling lightly. "I'll get right on that Agent Gideon." She called before walking off to perform her tasks. As she half walked, half ran to the conference room, she bit down on her lip, to keep herself from laughing.

Penelope was not going to be happy about this.

Slamming the huge pile of files she had gathered onto the table, Evelyn looked up at her superior, huffing lightly as she spoke.

"Thats the last of the files."

Hotch nodded in thanks, as he leaned forward to look at the files she had brought in.

"Oh! And you owe me twenty bucks." She said, grinning at him. Hotch raised an eyebrow at her, before sighing and pulling out the amount and handing it to her.

"I won't be betting against you for a long time." He grumbled under his breath as he picked up a file. The red head only grinned.

"Hey, you said she would take a few hours to snap. I said a day before she came to complain to you about Agent Gideon."

Hotch only gave her a look to which she responded with a toothy grin, before quickly making her exit.

Her tongue pressed between her teeth as she leaned closer so that the edge of her hair, hanging on either side of her face, brushed against the table, her brow furrowed in concentration, Evelyn maneuvered her way through the many wires and circuits opened in front of her.

"Take out the green wire." In her mind she was repeating everything she did. It helped her keep track of what she had done and what she had to do. Exhaling deeply, the red head picked up a pair of small pliers leaning closer to her project.

"Switch the wires. Plug in the blue one. Wrap the red one in tape, leaving a bit of it open, carefully insert the wire in the slot before slowly bringing the two wires together. Careful. Careful. Caref-"

Her train of thought was broken when someone called her name.

"Evelyn!"

Startled, her hand slipped, the wire missing it's mark and instead connecting with another one. A spark, a hiss and a small fire ignited.

"Crap!"

On instinct, and for some very stupid reason, the red head tried to put the fire out with her hands. A small scream erupted from her lips as the fire burned her skin. Pulling her hands back she cradled them to herself, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out again, eyes tearing from the pain. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled back, but she could hardly tell through the pain in her hands. She blinked trying to clear away the tears. Through her blurred vision she was just able to catch sight of a tall figure picking up the fire extinguisher next to her work table and a hiss as the fire was extinguished.

"Evie! Are you alright?"

Her pain filled mind was able to distinguish the voice as Spencer's. Blinking one last time her eyes focused behind her glasses to see her friend standing in front of her, fire extinguisher still in hand, his face filled with concern as he placed it on the table behind him, approaching her.

"What the hell possessed you to put the fire out using your hands?" He asked, anger evident in his voice.

She waved her hands out, hissing slightly as he took both of them in his own. Tears filled her eyes once more as she stretched them fully so that he could asses the damage. But the look in her eyes was furious as she answered him.

"Well you shouldn't have startled me!" She retorted.

"How was I supposed to know you were going to be doing something like that? And where's the first aid kit?" He asked, his eyes not leaving her hands. Evelyn gulped as she answered or rather grumbled.

"In the kitchen, where it always is."

Still holding her hands, Spencer led her through the garage door and into the kitchen of her house. He shook his head as she settled onto a stool placed around the island in the middle of her kitchen, as he took out the kit from the bottom shelf. Picking up a towel, which were ever present on her kitchen counter he soaked it with water, before sitting next to her and taking her two hands in one of his own.

"They're not that major." He said, as he gently wiped her burned hands. The cold was a relief though she couldn't help but wince slightly. She sighed as he cleaned her hands. There wasn't any major damage. Just the topmost part of her skin had suffered the worst burns. The skin had peeled away slightly, leaving the skin under it red, raw and stinging. Both their heads were leaning towards each other, the distance only a few inches apart, their knees touching since they were facing each other. Though neither of them noticed the position or were bothered by it.

Picking up the antibiotic and soaking it with cotton he dabbed her hands as gently as he could. Glancing up to see her eyes closed and bottom lip clenched to keep from crying out his gut filled with guilt and sympathy. Turning his attention towards her hands, he spoke up.

"You know I was just reading this article on Language Acquisition." He glanced up to see her unclench her lip. Turning his attention back to her hands he continued.

"And I think I agree with the writer that a person can only learn a language because they already have the ability to do so." At the proclamation Evelyn opened her eyes staring at her friend.

"Thats not true, there are many other theories that contradict that." She said, shrugging her shoulders lightly.

"Like what?" Said her friend, his eyebrow raising in defiance the challenge evident in his tone.

"Well Reid's car is here." Said Morgan as he slammed the door of his car, just as Penelope got out from the passenger seat.

"Maybe they're both inside." She suggested, lifting her shoulders in a shrug, as they both walked up the driveway towards the open garage door. As they both walked in, two familiar voices reached their ears, through the open door which they both knew led to the kitchen.

"Look! I don't care what he said. The fact of the matter remains that every human being is not born with an innate ability to acquire learning a language. It depends on the environment around us through which we can learn a language." That was Evelyn. Penelope glanced at Morgan, her eyebrow raised in question.

"But what about Language Acquisition Device? Or LAD. According to research if there wasn't an innate ability beforehand then no human being would have even thought of learning a new language." And that was Spencer. Morgan only responded with a shake of his head, motioning for her to step in first, which she did.

Both Spencer and Evelyn were seated on stools, a first aid kit opened next to them on the island. For some reason Spencer was wrapping Evelyn's hands in white gauze, but the two of them were carrying their discussion as if the action was completely normal for them.

"Yes but they all had to communicate at one point in their lifetime which is why-" The red head was cut off, as Reid interrupted her.

"The Bow-Wow Theory was introduced. I know about that. But what if the need to communicate stems from the need to learn something new in order to say it?" He asked, as he began to wrap her left hand with gauze having finished with her right.

Evelyn shook her head as she spoke. "Spence? The first word the human being ever uttered was a sound that was more of a grunt or a hum rather than an actual word!" Reid hummed, as he nodded in agreement, as he frowned in thought or concentration neither Penelope nor Morgan could tell.

"I agree, but what is language if not a series of sounds that we speak. If someone started speaking Japanese in front of you it would seem as if-," This time the red head cut him short, neither of them taking note of their audience, who were both watching them argue as if it were a tennis match.

"They were just making some really weird sounds. I know. All I'm saying is that not everything has to do with the mind. Sometimes its the environment or the situation around us that forces us or compels us to learn a language. And then theres also the theory about children mimicking whatever their parents are doing." Evelyn finished her small rant with a satisfied smile, as Spencer began to tie her bandage making sure it was secure, before he looked up at her.

"I read about that theory." He said, nodding slightly, before continuing "It made sense since children's mind seem to soak everything around them like a sponge."

The technician nodded in agreement, flexing her fingers as much as she could through her slightly bulging bandages. "Yes but if the parents do not speak with them or have any kind of connection with them how will they ever communicate." She looked up at him, smiling in a challenging manner.

"Now tell me Spence, if a person had the ability to learn a language before they were even born how come they didn't learn a language on their own?" Her voice was smug as if she knew he wouldn't have an answer to her question.

But Spencer only mirrored her smile. "Well Evie. I'm sorry to say but somehow there is a way that they learn a language." He stated, his tone just as smug.

The red head stopped, the surprise evident on her face though she quickly replaced it with a frown of confusion. "Oh really? How so?" She asked.

Her friend cleared his throat. "Well they start using their own gestures don't they?" When she nodded in confirmation, he continued.

"Children who are born deaf, and if they learn the sign language can still communicate by producing specific sounds that they can associate with the object as they can feel the humming of their throat when they utter the sound."

Evelyn sat up straighter in her chair, her eyes alight behind her glasses, as she pointed her finger at him accusingly. "That has nothing to do with Cognitivism! You're turning to Humanism now!" She exclaimed, though the smile pulled at her lips was enough indication that was not angry or offended in any way. Spencer rolled his eyes as he began to put away the things he had taken out of the medical kit.

"I am not turning to humanism!" He stated, before turning back to look at his friend, raising his own finger at her.

"And we both agreed that we both support Humanism but you support Behaviorism while I support Cognitivism." He said, ignoring how Evleyn groaned, rolling her eyes heavenward.

"Good God! Its like talking to a wall!" She exclaimed. "Spence, just tell me! How the hell would a child, a little thing, with tiny hands and feet, would learn a language simply because the manual was already inside its brain!? The baby has to have someone teach him all that stuff! Hence mimicking which equals to Behaviorism!"

"But if the manual or LAD was not already inside the child's mind how would it know to learn and store away the sounds and noises that the people around it were emitting?" The young doctor asked as he stood to put away the box. "Its because of the LAD that the child is able to know what it has to learn in order to communicate."

Evelyn had just opened her mouth to argue back when a voice cut her off.

"Is this some kind of foreplay that we don't know about?"

Both of them turned their heads to see Morgan and Penelope looking at the two of them. The comment had of course come from Morgan who looked at the two of them with amusement. Penelope was smiling awkwardly yet looked just as amused as Morgan. Evelyn blushed at the comment and the fact that neither she nor Spencer had noticed them standing there, as Spencer cleared his throat, and turned to place the first aid kit in the cupboard.

"Shut up, Morgan." The red head grumbled, hopping off the stool and glaring at her friend. Morgan only chuckled.

"I can only say that the two of you looked so adorable arguing like that." Penelope admitted, smiling from ear to ear. Spencer frowned slightly, as he straightened up.

"We weren't arguing." He said, walking forward to get a bottle of water from the fridge. "We were debating." He corrected, gripping the bottle in his hand, breaking the seal and uncapping it.

Penelope threw up her hands in mock surrender. "Fine. Whatever you say." She said as she walked back into the garage.

"Come on! We can still make it to lunch." Morgan said, motioning for both the youngest members of his Team to follow after him, which they did.

"Evelyn? What happened to your hands?" JJ asked the moment they stepped into the restaurant they had decided to meet in for lunch. Before the red head could answer Spencer answered for her.

"She tried to put out a fire." He stated as if he were telling about the weather. Evelyn glared at him as her blonde friend exclaimed in worry, taking her bandaged hands in her own.

"It was Spencer's fault!" She said, still glaring at him. Spencer stared at her, confused.

"How was it my fault?" He asked. Evelyn made a face as if she couldn't believe he had even asked that question.

"You startled me!" She said, her voice slightly loud, as they walked over to their table.

"You should've been more careful! And it was not my fault!" He argued. Evelyn only huffed as she muttered under her breath.

"Was to!"

"Was not!" Spencer responded having heard her contradiction.

"Was to!"

"Was not!"

JJ pursed her lips, holding back a smile as she witnessed her friends bickering like children in front of her. This was pure gold. Seeing a person like Spencer, a person with three PhDs and a brilliant mind to be arguing with a red head who was half his size, but equally as brilliant as him. It was kind of sweet, she thought to herself.

Honestly she was rooting for the two of them. And not only because of arguments like these, but she had seen how the two of them were around each other when they weren't arguing. They went well together. Maybe it was because of their similar social anxiety thing, or maybe because they had both had lonely upbringings. Maybe it was her own observation, since none of her other Team Members seem to see what was going on. Her pint was proven when she glanced over to see Morgan and Penelope looking at their respective menus while Spencer and Evelyn argued next to them. Whatever the case may be JJ couldn't help but wish that her two friends would just open their eyes and see what was right in front of them, she mused to herself, shaking her head, as she opened her menu, her eyes scanning for what would catch her attention.

A/N: Hopefully the argument (Debate) wasn't to hard for you guys to follow. I tried to keep it as easy as I could!

So! JJ! Rooting for these two. I can already see her trying to get the two of them together, but that would be coming later on, when I introduce what I plan to do with Evelyn.

Oh and he called her Evie because he was worried about her. It was unconscious. I thought it would be cute. What do yo guys think?

And OMG! So excited about the next chapter! This was the main episode where the idea of Evelyn took root in my head. :)

Anywho! Please Review! And sorry for the mistakes! I don't have a Beta-reader :(

Till next time!-Hestia28