Happy fathers day to all, even none fathers. Happy day to everyone! Enjoy this day, and this chapter.

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"Looking a little tired there, pretty boy." Morgan says with a smirk as he perches on the edge of Spencer's desk. "What'd you do this weekend?"

"Uh, nothing." Spencer shrugs, mumbling the first thing that comes to mind, almost wincing when he does. A blind person could see through that lie.

"Nothing?" Derek repeats in question, raising his brow as he sizes his friend up. He'd just been joking but it was obvious Spencer wanted to dodge the question. Morgan just didn't know why. "You sure about that?"

"Pretty sure." Spencer nods, his voice stronger and more stern as he meets Derek's eyes, raising his own brows. He loves Morgan, the man is his best friend, his teasing doesn't usually get to him because he knows Morgan means nothing by it. It's fun, how their relationship works. But he doesn't want him to know about Robin, doesn't want to hear the teasing he knew he would.

"If you say so." Morgan holds his hands up and stands but doesn't buy the younger man's lie. He'd drop it, for now.

"What was that about?" Emily appears at Morgan's side, throwing a glance over at Spencer as the young man looks at something on his desk.

"Not sure." Derek says slowly, narrowing his eyes at the genius. "Probably nothing." He tells the woman next to him before moving away, leaving her looking back and forth between both men, confused.

"Sorry, Charlie, I'm cutting you off." Shaking her head to the older man across the bar, Robin wraps and unwraps the towel around her hand for something to do.

"Oh, come on, one more." He slurs, holding his cup out to her. "Pretty please?"

"Go home to your wife, Charlie," Robin tells him, taking the empty glass from his hands. "I already called you a cab. And if you go to the bar down the street, I'll hear about it, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." The greying haired man grumbles before stumbling to his feet and making his way outside, leaving Robin behind to heave a big sigh.

"Long night?" Spinning on her heal at the familiar voice, Robin doesn't fight the smile that pulls at her lips when she sees Spencer sitting there.

"After an even longer day." She nods, resting her arms on the bar to leaning on them. "How 'bout you? How was your day."

"It was a day."

"Hm, I've had my fair share of those." Robin mumbles in understanding. "Get you a drink?" Shrugging, Spencer just asks for a soda, more for something to do than for the drink itself, his eyes tracking Robin as she pours it. "Wanna tell me about it? I mean, that is half my job."

"It was boring, paperwork mostly." Not that he would go into detail about any of the cases he works, anyway.

"I feel a headache coming on just thinking about that." Robin chuckles. "You can imagine how I feel staring down at paper or my computer screen when I'm writing."

"You ever gonna let me hear any of your songs?" Spencer asks. They'd been out a more since that first night. Robin had taken to showing him more things she likes to do. Most things were something he wouldn't have seen himself doing but he always had fun. But Spencer took the lead a few times, showing her things he likes. It was different for both of them but they enjoyed every moment. Enjoyed each other's company.

"They're not good enough." Robin grimaces with a shake of her head, looking down at the bar's smooth surface.

"Most artists think their work isn't as good as it is. That's why you need an outside opinion." Spencer informs her and she lifts her head to watch him speak. "I'm an outside opinion."

"Yeah, but you're my boyfriend. How do I know you won't lie in order to not hurt my feelings?" That had been a conversation, one ending in the two agreeing that they were a couple. Robin was still getting used to calling him that but always smiled when she did. It was new to Spencer as well, he couldn't get over the fact that his beautiful, joyful, amazing, woman likes him so much. He worries it won't last. And he still hasn't told the team. He doesn't want to so early in their relationship.

"I would never lie to you."

"Sweet." Robin mumbles before leaning forward and pecking his lips. She might be a people person but she wasn't one to give her number to anyone. There had just been something about Spencer. She knew as soon as she saw him that night. There was also the fact that he never once looked at her chest which happened quite often. So, she'd figured either chivalry truly wasn't dead, or he was gay. She took a chance. And was happy every day that she had.

"When do you get out of here?"

"About half an hour." Robin answers with a glance at the clock hanging behind her. "I'm sure you're tired from work, you can go home if you want."

"Good thing I don't want too."

"Really, Spence," Robin says with a soft laugh. No matter how much she would like him to wait for her, she knows work takes a lot out of him, he needs all the rest he can get. "It's okay if you want to head home."

"It's just thirty minutes." Spencer shrugs. "I would wait a lot longer than that for you."

"When did you become such a smooth talker?" She asks him, her small smile spreading further up her cheeks.

"Maybe you're rubbing off on me."

"Not sure if that's a good thing." Robin chuckles when she sees someone waving her over out of the corner of her eye. "Excuse me." She mumbles before moving down the bar to give the man his drink.

It goes like that for the next half an hour. Robin doing her job and talking to Spencer whenever she gets the chance until she's finally clocking out, letting the couple leave the bar side-by-side.

"I'm telling you," Robin laughs along with Spencer, the weight of his arm over her shoulders comforting. "The things people say when they get a little alcohol into them. Stuff they wouldn't even write in their diaries."

"You ever have a diary?" Spencer asks out of curiosity, peering down at her.

"And write all my deepest darkest secrets down where anyone could read them?" Robin huffs. "Never."

"You tired?" Spencer asks when Robin yawns, looking down at her with furrowed brows.

"No more than you, I doubt. I just had the late shift yesterday and that was Mandy's I was covering so I had to go in early." Robin shrugs, her hand holding Spencer's wrist, keeping his arm in place over her shoulders.

"Do you want to go home? You should get some sleep." Spencer tells her, his eyes going back in front of him. Robin was about to answer, he was vaguely aware of that fact, but when his eyes fall onto a familiar figure just ahead of them, he cuts her off. Spinning them around, Reid ducks into the alley between the buildings they were walking by, ducking out of sight.

What are the chances that he would run into Morgan of all people now?

After getting over her shock of suddenly being - very gently - pushed against a wall, Robin looks up at Spencer form where he stands hovering over her, his eyes peering around the building. "Well, I like this change of events." She jokes, finally getting Spencer to look down at her.

"I'm so sorry." He's quick to say, taking a small step back, his arms dropping from where'd they'd been propped against the wall on either side of her.

"It's fine." Robin waves him off, noticing he was still distracted by something. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, nothing really, just, um," Spencer stumbles over his words, unsure of how to explain himself. "Saw someone from work."

"And you can't be seen by this someone from work?" Robin asks with a raised brow.

"Well, I haven't exactly, uh, told anyone. About us." Spencer speaks hesitantly, fearing she'd take it the wrong way.

"Oh," The woman mumbles when she understands, twisting her head to look around the corner. There were a few people out and about, she didn't know which one they were hiding from, but she still felt the need to look. "This could be fun." She tells him, looking back in time to see him furrow his brows. "Avoid the co-worker."

Chuckling, Spencer takes Robin's hand when she holds it out to him, following behind her as she peeks around the corner once more to make sure no one was looking their way. She then leads them in the opposite direction at a faster pace than before, turning at the first corner they come too.

"Not exactly mission impossible, but..." She laughs as they take on a normal pace once more, walking hand in hand down the sidewalk.

"I'm sorry." Spencer apologizes, going on when Robin shoots him a confused look. "For not telling them about you. It's not that I don't want them to know, I mean, I want people to know-"

"Spence, it's fine." Robin takes pity and cuts off his rambling. "I get it. I don't expect you to go telling everyone you know that you're in a relationship. Especially now, this is still new."

"I've met a lot of your friends." Spencer points out, feeling bad that he still didn't want his teammates to know.

"Well, I know a lot of people." Robin says in counter to his argument. It was true, every place she took him, they ran into someone she knew. "I haven't told my parents about you if that makes you feel better."

"Yeah." Spener laughs, bringing their joined hands to his lips, placing a kiss to hers.

"You know, I don't live far from here." Robin starts after another moment of just walking. "And I'm a pretty decent cook."

"Really?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind spicy food." She laughs, swinging their hands in an exaggerated manner. "Mom can't follow a recipe to save her life so dad was always the one to cook. And I swear he put way more spices than what was called for. He always said it was because he's Hispanic."

"I have no aversion towards spicy food but I'm not sure if I could handle that."

"Well, how about if I promise to go easy on you?" Robin says, looking up as Spencer looks down to meet her eyes. The hopeful smile on her face is all he needs to see before Spencer is agreeing.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Robin opens her door, stepping aside to allow Spencer entrance. It was a loft apartment, the kitchen to the right of the door, the bedroom around the corner. Dining table to the left, living room straight ahead. It was a nice place, the main reason she was able to afford it was because of the not so good view and it wasn't in the greatest part of town.

"Make yourself at home." Robin says as she removes her jacket, her feet carrying her into the kitchen.

"How can I help?" Spencer questions as she goes about getting everything she'll need and placing it on the counter.

"You don't have to." She tells him over her shoulder, reaching up to grab something from the top shelf that was just out of her reach. She had a step stool somewhere around here...

"I want to." Spencer appears behind her, reaching up to grab what she couldn't, lowering it into her hands when she turns to him, a small on her lips.

"Wow." She mumbles to herself, looking down as she places the olive oil on the counter.

"What?" Spencer asks after a moment of silence.

"I hit the jackpot, didn't I?" She says, turning back to him, looping her fingers through his belt loops to pull him closer to her. "Cute, smart, kind. Can reach the top shelf. And did I mention very good looking?"

"Y-yeah," Spencer stutters with a quiet laugh, unable to say anything else before his lips connect with Robins'. No matter how many times they've kissed, every time they do, it's like the first time again. It sounds cheesy and cliché, Spencer never would've thought he'd think something like that, but here he was, kissing the most beautiful girl in her kitchen, butterflies filling his stomach.

"Also," Robin says after pulling away. "A great kisser." Letting him go, Robin turns back to the ingredients spread over her counter. "Okay, frying pan or cutting board?"

Standing back to back, the couple begin cooking with Spencer cutting the vegetable while Robin cooks the chicken. It was so domestic, a big contrast to the things they usually do, but it was a nice change. They both thought so.

"Ready for these?" Spencer asks, coming to stand on Robins left, cutting board stacked with peppers and other vegetables in hand.

"Yeah, throw 'em in." Robin nods, moving to the side just enough to give him room to pour the food into the pan.

Following her instructions, Spencer then moves to set the wooden board down when his eyes catch something. A long, horizontal scar running along Robin's upper arm. He knows he should leave it, it wasn't his business, but he can't stop himself from asking. "What's this?" He softly runs his thumb over the uneven skin to let her know what he was talking about.

"Oh, that," Robin's lets out a huffed laugh, bringing her own finger's up to skim the line. "Bar fight," She nods with pursed lips. "Yeah. Not too common at the bar actually, James or Marcus are good at stopping anything before it gets too far. But, uh, one night this guy had a little too much, got a little to pissed off and a broken beer bottle later..." She trails off, gesturing to her arm.

"It's fine, Spence." Robin tells him softly when she sees the look in his eyes, tapping the bottom of his chin to get him to look at her. "Okay?" Nodding, Spencer starts to lean towards her, only to jump back when the pan next to them lets out a loud sizzling sound. "Shoot." Grabbing the potholder and spatula, Robin stirs the food.

"Kitchen fires are the number one causes of all house fires."

"No more getting distracted while cooking." Robin chuckles, moving to place a lid over the pan before turning the flame down.

Moving around the kitchen, Spencer helps Robin finish cooking before they move to the barstools sitting on the opposite side of the island. "Thoughts?" Robin asks, watching with rapt attention as Spencer takes his first bite of food.

"Delicious." Spencer nods, smiling when Robin beams up at him.

"Not too spicy?"

"No, it's perfect."

More small talk fills the room as the couple eat, smiling and laughing with one another until they finish their food. "You don't have to help clean, I can just do it tomorrow." Robin says as he starts to wash the dishes.

"No, you did most of the cooking." Spencer shakes his head as he continues to run water over a plate. "I don't mind."

"You're not going to listen to me, are you?"

"Nope." Spencer shoots her a smile and Robin rolls her eyes fondly.

"Fine, I'll dry." She states, grabbing a clean towel, drying the dishes Spencer hands to her. "So, I was thinking, next time you're able, I have somewhere new I want to show you."

"Are you going to give me a hint as to where this place is?"

"Well, it's close. Ish." Robin says, turning to lean her back against the counter. "But it's one of my favorite places."

"Then I'm sure I'll love it."

Robin's eyes shine as she smiles up at Spencer. He feels too good to be real. She hadn't been this happy in a long time. It isn't impossible, she knows, to find someone. Her parents were the perfect example of soulmates she always thought. They'd been married forever and stayed together through everything they've been through. But Robin never saw that for herself, but she thinks she's starting too.

Letting out a surprised yelp, Robin looks down at her now wet shirt to see the water seeping into the cloth. "I am so sorry!" Spencer rushes to apologize, immediately shutting off the sinks water. Great, Spencer, he thinks, spray her with the water, would you? He doesn't even know how he managed to do that.

Robin only laughs, the noise getting louder as she braces a hand over her stomach. "It's fine." She waves his apologies. "Just a little water."

"Really, Spence, no big deal." Robin says when Spencer still looks apologetic, though he was smiling now. "I'm gonna go change, though. Be right back." Turning away, she makes her way into her room, grabbing a shirt before heading into the bathroom, taking the opportunity to freshen up as well.

A few minutes later finds Robin walking back out of the small room, pausing when a familiar noise reaches her ears. "You know, I'm offended you didn't tell me that you played." She says when she sees Spencer sitting at her piano, playing a few notes. He stops when she speaks, looking up to see her leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I don't," Spencer states as she moves over, taking a seat next to him. "Not really. I've played a little, but don't know much. It's essentially all math."

"Huh," Robin hums, reaching down to take one of Spencer's hands in her own. "Well, you have great piano fingers."

"How did you learn?" He asks, making no move to take his hand away from hers.

"My mother got me started but she only knew so much. After that, I'm self-taught. " Robin shrugs, moving her hands to play a few keys lazily. "Guess I always had a thing more music."

"Play me something?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Anything." Spencer shrugs, keeping his eyes on hers.

"Okay, stop me anytime," Robin tells him before bringing her hands up to the piano. Beethovens Moonlight Sonata, the first movement, she decides on, thinking it would appeal more to Spencer's taste. It was a truly beautiful song, it had been a while since she played something like it. It didn't hit her how much she'd missed this kind of music until now.

It's a long song, slow, she didn't plan on playing the whole thing unless Spencer requested it. So, she decides to stop about three minutes in. Her fingers still on the keys and she stays there a moment before looking up to see Spencer's eyes still on her. "Thoughts?"

"Beautiful." He smiles, leaning forward to place a kiss on her lips. "I don't suppose you'll show me something you've written?"

Sighing, Robin looks down with a soft smile. "Not yet. But I will, one day."

"I'll wait."

"Hm, it's getting late, you got work tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Spencer nods with a sigh. He loves his job, it just takes up most of his time.

"You can stay." Robin says, continuing when Spencer's eyes snap up to hers. "I'm just offering a bed to sleep in. But I take no offense if you would rather go home. You know, change clothes and everything. Don't want you going into work wearing the same thing you did today. Might look suspicious."

"I do work with a bunch of people who profile others off the smallest detail for a living." Spencer huffs, tapping his fingers on the piano.

"Okay, then it's settled." Robin smiles. "I can drive you, if you want."

"No, it's okay." Spencer shakes his head. He feels bad, he did want to stay but he knows the team wouldn't let up if he came into work in the same thing as the day before. They never miss details like that. "You're tired."

"So are you." Robin counters.

Chuckling, Spencer nods his head. "Yeah, but it's okay, really."

"This is like the dishes, you're not going to listen to me, are you?"

"Nope." Spencer shakes his head with a smile and Robin gives an amused snort.

"Not sure if I find that cute or annoying." She states. "My mother always said I would find someone who would challenge my stubbornness."

"Guess she was right."

"I guess so." Humming, Robin rubs Spencer's arm before standing from her seat, offers him her hand to take. "You best head out, don't want you dozing off at work tomorrow."

"Wouldn't want that." Spencer mumbles, running his hands down her arms until he reaches her hands, taking them in his and squeezing them. "I'll call you later." Bending down, Spencer connects their lips. She's shorter than he is, so she lifts herself onto her toes to better reach him, wrapping her arms around his neck as his go around her waist.

"Let me know you get home safe, yeah?" Robin questions after they pull apart, their foreheads resting against one another.

"I will. Goodnight, Robin."

"Goodnight, Spencer."

So, funny story, I had three main separate ideas for the plot of this and I thought I'd finally decided but I changed my mind again. lol. Funny, right? But I'm working on it. Slowly. Very...slowly.

Hope you guys are enjoying so far though, should update next Sunday.

Thanks for reading! Always love to know what you guys thought of the chapter.

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