Thanks for reading and reviewing! Glad some people liked this story so far. I'll guess Sundays will be the days I update.

This story doesn't follow the show. There's no particular season it takes place in. But I'd say Spencer is around 28 years old.

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Fresh out of work, Spencer Reid sits in the coffee shop he often comes too, twirling his phone between his hands. It had only been a day since Robin gave him his number. He wanted to call her, he did, but this was uncharted territory for the young genius.

She had been the one to make the first move, he supposed. That means she likes him. Or thinks she likes him. Only one way to find out. And he couldn't just not call her, that would be rude.

Dialing the number he'd easily memorized, Spencer brings the phone to his ear, listening to it ring. Once, twice, three times before...

"Hello?" He recognizes Robin's voice easily.

"Uh, it's Spencer."

A small, quiet laugh filters through the phone, soon followed by the young woman's voice. "And here I was starting to think you'd never call."

"Sorry," Spencer apologizes, the corner of his lips twitching up into a small smile. "Work. Just got busy."

"No, no, I'm sure." Robin is quick to say. "I imagine FBI agents stay that way."

"You'd be correct."

"Well, nevertheless, I'm glad you called."

"Yeah, me, me too." Spencer smiles and nods even though she can't see.

"Can I ask what you're doing right now?" Robin asks, leaning her back against the wall outside the building she'd exited only minutes ago.

"Do you always ask permission to ask questions?" Spencer can't stop himself from wondering, remembering how she'd done the same thing the other night.

"Sometimes." Robin shrugs. "Guess it's a habit at this point. Not everyone who comes to get drunk likes people prying into their life."

"No, I suppose not." Reid mumbles. "But I'm uh, just getting a coffee."

"This late? I hope it's decaf." Robin chuckles, her eyes going up to look at the night sky.

"It's not." Spencer admits almost sheepishly as if she'd scold him for drinking caffeine so late in the day.

"Hmm, been there." She mumbles. "Lots of late work nights, it can be hard to get through them without a little help."

"Yeah." Spencer hums in agreement. "I'm not exactly working right now, though."

"Oh, yeah, what are you doing?"

"Nothing." Reid shrugs, the hand not holding his phone grips his paper cup, spinning it around on the surface of the table.

"Well, do you want to be doing something?" Robin asks, the smile evident in her voice.

"I don't know, did you have something in mind?" Spencer raises his brows, a surge of confidence shooting through him. Maybe it was because she sounds confident in herself. Her voice is strong yet soft. Steady. Maybe he's tired of being alone all the time. Yes, he has his team, they are like family to him. But not like this, maybe he wants something more now.

"That depends, how do you feel about dancing?"

Music fills the air, bouncing off the walls and the people as they move through the room. It definitely wasn't a place Spencer would ever find himself in normally, but Robin looks comfortable, in her element as she leads him by his hand.

"I'm afraid anything more than swaying and I have two left feet." Spencer informs the young woman, his eyes roaming over the room and at all the dancing people. It wasn't just an uncoordinated group you'd find in something like a club, most of these people looked like they knew what they were doing. That only served to make him feel more out of place.

"Don't sweat it." Robin tells him, hand on his shoulder as she points to a young man dancing with a blonde girl a few feet away. "See him? That's Danny, the clumsiest guy I know. He was like a newborn deer when he first came here. Now look at him."

When Spencer still looks unsure, Robin stands in front of him, making him look at her. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. And if you want to leave, it's no problem, we can."

Spencer stares down into Robin's excited eyes and shakes his head. "No, no, sounds like fun." It's different, something he wouldn't usually do. Maybe that's why he wanted to do it. Getting out of his comfort zone isn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Yes!" Robin's smile grows as does Spencer's and she once again grabs his hand. "Great, okay, come on. We'll start slow, show me what you got."

Turns out, Spencer has more of a knack for dancing than he thought. Or so Robin keeps telling him. After a while, the young genius loosens up and starts having more fun. He was glad he came.

Taking a break, the two order cold drinks and take a seat to take a rest. "I have to say, this is not what I expected when I called you."

"Is that a good thing?" Robin asks apprehensively, leaning her elbows on the table to be a little closer to him.

"Yeah, yeah, it's a good thing." Spencer chuckles, lifting his soda to his mouth to take a small sip.

"It's good to be adventurous."

"I guess I don't get out much."

"Because of work or is this just not your usual scene?"

"Both?" Spencer furrows his brow, the single word sounding like a question and Robin laughs with a nod.

"And who's this handsome devil?" A new voice says before either Robin or Reid can speak again.

"Ronnie, this is Spencer." Robin gestures to the man across from her before moving on to the red-headed lady next to her. "Spencer, this is Ronnie. She kind of runs this place."

"You give me to much credit." The older woman says, patting Robin's shoulder. "It was very lovely to meet you, Spencer, you two enjoy the rest of your night." She parts with a wink thrown at Robin.

"Thanks, Ronnie." Robin smiles and waves to her friend as she goes before turning her attention back to Spencer. "That was her being very tame. She's got a big personality."

"I know someone similar."

"Well, we've got a few choices here." Robin starts, her gaze sweeping across the room. It's still full, some people had gone, some had come. "Sit here and talk, more dancing. We can get out of here, if you're hungry, I know I great place close by, we could just go for a walk. Or, we can part ways."

Spencer almost missed it, the smallest change in her eyes, the way she shifted when she mentioned splitting up. But he didn't and it was enough for him to know that wasn't what she wanted. "I could eat." He shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Good choice." Robin's smile is back full force as she stands from her seat, offering her hand to Spencer. His hands are much bigger than hers, when he closes his, it almost completely encompasses hers.

"This is okay, right?" Robin asks after they start down the street, holding hers and Spencer's join hands in the air between them.

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay." Spencer likes holding her hand. It surprises him, he normally doesn't even like shaking people's hands. But this night had been full of surprises, what's one more?

"You have nice hands." Robin says, smiling down at the sidewalk. She likes the way his hands covered hers, how warm they feel. Her head whips up when she realizes what she says, her eyes wide. "I'm sorry, is that weird to say? Sometimes things just leave my mouth before I can stop them."

Chuckling, Spencer shakes his head before assuring her. "No, it's not weird." He was flattered by the compliment actually, it makes him feel better about himself. He'd never put much thought into his hands, not really, but he had never loved them. But Robin's words just seemed to crush those insecurities.

"Good." Robin nods with her own little laugh just as she turns them into a new building. "Hey, Jimmy." She greets the man behind the counter of the small diner.

"Hey, Robin, want the usual?"

"Uh, ask me in a few minutes, yeah?" She asks him before turning to a booth and sliding in across from Spencer.

"You know a lot of people." He observes.

"Yes, I do." She nods, her arms propped on the table in front of her. "I like people, I'm a people person." Nodding his own head, Spencer looks down with a quiet laugh. "So, I don't know what you like to eat but they've got great burgers and fries. Um, salads are good, surprisingly. Really the only thing I don't like are the cinnamon rolls and that's because I'm allergic."

Filing that information away, Spencer looks down at the menu Robin slides to him, lips still turned up into a smile. Jim comes over soon after that and takes their orders. "So," Robin starts after he walks away. "How's your night so far?"

"Different." Spencer decides after a moment.

"Good different?"

"Good different." Reid confirms with a nod, smiling to the woman across from him. She confuses him. She isn't necessarily hard to read, there are things he can't figure out but the obvious one was she enjoyed spending time with him. And he didn't know why. He's never had a woman be so openly interested in him, that was Morgan's area.

"Good enough to do it again?" Robin questions with a smirk. "I mean, we don't have to go dancing, but you know, go out. With me."

"Y-yeah, I'd like that."

"I'd like that too."

I just love the idea of Spencer having an adventurous girlfriend. Getting him out of his comfort zone and trying new things. It's good for him

So, hope you guys enjoyed and look forward to more!

If you have any questions, I will be happy to answer them.

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