Spencer Reid

"I don't know what was more interesting," we walked out of the room. "The movie or your flawless translating. Ever think of switching jobs at the bureau?" Derek teased.

"Hey, at least you understood what was going on," I pouted.

"Not really, I spent most of the time just staring at you," he shrugged casually and my cheeks flushed.

"The movie was more interesting," I disagreed.

"Nah," he shook his head, patting my cheek gently. "Definitely you, baby. But where to now?" he asked, looking around the large center. I pursed my lips together. We didn't have many off days and it wouldn't have been fair to spend it on something only I liked.

"Do you want to leave? I really only wanted to watch one movie," I suggested.

"If you want to stay longer we can do that," he told me seriously.

"I know," I assured him.

"Want to grab a bit to eat?" he thought out loud.

Derek Morgan

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea," he nodded with a small smile. God, he was so much better looking than he thought.

"You feeling breakfast food or lunch?" I looked down at my watch that read 12:00 pm.

"Lunch," he shrugged and I smiled.

"Good choice, let's bounce," I took his hand and we left the strange convention/festival behind us. I found it rather boring but I was entertained by Spencer's voice and his face for the entire two-hour movie. I pulled into the closest restaurant and we climbed out, walking inside and following the hostess to the available table. We placed our orders and waited patiently.

"What was your favorite part?" he asked with excitement evident in his tone.

"Uh," I thought hard. I was listening to his voice but not really what he was saying. "The part where they electrocuted him back to life," I nodded. I wasn't even sure if that part was included in this version.

"Did you know that there are one billion votes of electricity in a single lightning strike? There are at least 100 strikes every second all around the world. It channels towards the ground at about 200,000 miles per hour and is about 150 feet in length or 47 meters when striking the nearest positively charged item. There are different kinds of lightning, of course, the most common never even leaves the cloud, it's just energy that's bounced around between different charged areas or clouds. There are other forms in which can be sparked from something like a snowstorm or even an extreme case of forest fires," he grinned excitedly, the energy radiating off his body.

"I didn't know," I smiled, taking a sip of the soda placed in front of me. "Have any more facts?" I asked knowing how much he loved to talk about things like these.

"You want to hear more?" his eyes widened, the happiness I loved to see, appearing on his delicate features.

"Yes, baby," I nodded. "Hit me with your facts," I chuckled, leaning back in my seat. He nearly bounced in his seat as he spouted more facts that I didn't know were possible to know all until the waitress came back with our food.

"Detka," I heard Spencer mumble as he poked at his food. "Detka," he said again. I frowned. What the hell did that mean? What language was that?

"What're you saying?" I asked curiously. I watched as his cheeks flushed and he looked away rapidly.

"I said that out loud?" he muttered embarrassed. I nodded, now completely intrigued by what it meant if he was so flushed about it.

"Yeah, what does it mean?" I asked.

"Uh, it's Russian for baby," he answered with rosy cheeks. I just wanted to hold his head and kiss his cheeks nonstop.

"That's cute, Pretty Boy," I chuckled, finishing my plate.

"You think so?" he perked up.

"Yeah, but probably because you're saying it," I shrugged nonchalantly and his cute little smile crossed his features. "Ready to get out of here?" I asked.

"Yes," he placed down his napkin and we stood up, pulling out my wallet and bringing out some cash.

"Don't even start with me," I told him as I placed it on the table. He huffed cutely as we left the establishment and got back into the car. "I know sports aren't your thing but there's an early scrimmage hockey game later today. Do you wanna stay?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.

"Sure, I like picking apart strategies," he informed me and I laughed knowing how much he actually liked doing it.

"In that case, we should make a quick stop," I smiled as I pulled out of the parking space.

"Where?" he asked curiously. A few minutes later we arrived at the store. "Candy?" he tried to hide the smile but it was visible in his eyes.

"You need to be entertained after you figure it out," I shrugged and he nodded his head, ditching me quickly and walking into the store. I gaped behind him, he didn't just-

"Yes I did," he called back as if reading my thoughts. I laughed and followed him into the store. By the time I had picked up a six-pack of beer Spencer was holding a basket full of all sorts of sweets, mainly chocolate.

"You're going to finish all that?" I asked him with eyes wide.

"This isn't that much," he waved me off as he almost skipped to check out. I looked at him in shock as I followed after him.

"Are you sharing?" I asked, having a feeling I should get my own snacks.

"Maybe a little," he smiled sheepishly. God, he was so beautiful. I grinned and grabbed a few snacks for my own, Spencer beating me to pay for the items. I glared at him and he rolled his eyes, pushing at my chest gently. "You paid for lunch, relax," he laughed small as the lady gave him back his change along with the receipt.

"SPENCER! YOU'RE GOING TO CHOKE!" I shouted as I watched him and try and shove ten marshmallows into his mouth.

"I'm trwing toh bweak the recordth!" he mumbled out as best as he could without spitting them out.

"Don't you dare put that eleventh one in your mouth," I pointed at him as he picked another one out of the bag. He only looked at me, shrugged, and shoved it in the bunch, maneuvering it in his mouth with his fingers. His cheeks looked like they were about to explode. "No more!" I reached over to take the bag away from me but he glared at me, snatching it before I could reach it. His glare reminded me of a cute puppy.

"Don'th tousch!" he narrowed his eyes at me, holding the bag close to his chest protectively.

"Baby," I choked trying not to laugh, "please give me the bag," I put my hand out.

"Noth!" he shook his head, standing up and backing away, grabbing another marshmallow and packing it into his mouth. My eyes widened, how the hell is he fitting twelve jumbo marshmallows in his mouth?

"Sweetheart, please," I pouted and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Don'th lookth ath me lifke thath!" he shielded his eyes and I took the opportunity to corner him and snatched the bag away from his fingers.

"Spit them out before you choke," I told him sternly. He only frowned at me, attempting to get the bag back. "I'll give them back when you spit those out."

"Thath's a wasteth," he countered.

"Shoulda thought about that before hand," I smirked. He made a growl like sound before stomping over to the trash can and spitting out the white lump. He came back and snatched the bag.

"Give me my marshmallows," he huffed before sitting down and eating them like a normal person. I chuckled. God, he couldn't have been any more perfect.

"Can I have a marshmallow, baby?" I teased, laughing. He threw me his kitten glare before launching a jumbo marshmallow at me, hitting me straight in the forehead. Spencer fell over laughing and I stood there in shock as it bounced off and landed on the floor. I gaped at him trying not to laugh.

"Spencer Reid, how dare you?" I picked up the fluffy treat from the ground and walked over to where he was busy dying of laughter.

"O-oh God, you're f-face," he stuttered out in between laughter, his bag long forgotten on the sofa.

"You know what? I think I'm going to take these," I smirked as I inched closer to the bag.

"No! Those are mine!" he stopped laughing and tackled me as I picked it up. I fell on my back and Spencer sat up on my stomach, plucking the bag out of my grasp and plopping a marshmallow into his mouth. I gaped at him. Since when was he so strong?

"Since when have you been able to tackle people?" I perked a brow.

"Since you took my marshmallows," he said through a mouthful, shrugging.

"You comfortable there?" I asked, putting my hands behind my head. He was perched on my stomach, eating his snacks. His face flushed but he tried to contain his calm facial expression.

"Hmm, not yet," he nodded, popping another on in his face. He wiggled around until he stopped, both our faces dropping and a low groan producing at the back of my throat unwillingly. He didn't just- "sorry!" he squeaked out.

"Pretty Boy, I don't think you want to start something you're not ready to finish," I warned him.

"You know, I think I'm going to uh, go eat my marshmallows on the couch now," he nodded, standing up quickly and almost tripping halfway before planting himself down. I chuckled at his innocence, it was so pure and I loved every bit of it.