Chapter Three

"A pizza?" he asked, slightly amused.

She shrugged.

"I'm starving. I need food" she replied honestly.

He smiled then with a slight nod.

"Okay, I guess a pizza sounds good" he told her softly.

There was a small pizzeria around the corner from the bar, which they walked to within a few minutes.

Because the place was so eerily quiet, Rachel decided on ordering the pizza to-go.

"Where exactly are you planning on eating this pizza?" Spencer asked her curiously as they waited.

She shrugged.

"My apartment I guess.. Its only a ten minute walk from here" she told him.

"Your apartment?" he repeated.

She raised one of her finely plucked eyebrows.

"Yes. Is that a problem?" she asked him, only half teasing.

He seemed somewhat reluctant which was unusual for her.

Apparently he understood her worry, because he quickly shook his head.

"Of course not. This just doesn't happen to me often and-" he started but once again she cut him off.

"This? And what exactly is this?" she interrupted quickly, a small smirk playing at her lips.

She saw a slight pink tinge creeping up on his cheeks, yet he continued anyways.

"Meeting beautiful women at bars. It's definitely not something I'm used to" he launched into an explanation.

"And I suppose it took me by surprise really that you wanted to hang out afterwards" he finished with a shrug.

She couldn't help but smile at that.

"You're too adorable Spencer Reid" she chuckled slightly at his confused expression.

When at last the pizza was ready, Rachel started leading the way back to her apartment.

"So how long have you lived in Woodbridge?" he was the one to start the conversation this time.

"About a year now" she replied honestly.

"Where did you live before you moved here?" he continued.

She could tell by the tone of his voice that he was a little worried about maybe being too nosey, but she really didn't mind.

"Well I lived in DC for a couple months before I moved here but I'm originally from Ireland" she told him.

He nodded, but for some reason she got the idea he had already known this. Probably because of her accent.

"You know it's estimated that over 80 million people of Irish descent live outside Ireland, in countries such as the United States, the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, Argentina, New Zealand, Mexico, South Africa and states of the Caribbean and continental Europe. That's 14 times more than the population of Ireland" he spoke quickly, fluently, as if he was quoting some passage.

Her eyes widened slightly at that.

"Now that, I didn't know" she replied honestly.

"The Irish are very interesting, I always feel they're somewhat underrated" he continued on. "Halloween traces back its origins to the Gaelic festival of Samhain, a harvest festival held on 31 October to mark the end of summer. Samhain became associated with All Saints from the early Middle Ages and the two progressively merged over the centuries, creating Halloween"

"Oh my god Spencer!" She half yelled.

"What?" he seemed startled at her reaction.

"How on earth do you know that?" she questioned.

He shrugged slightly.

"I read it somewhere" he told her honestly.

"It sounds like you quoted it word for word from Wikipedia" she mumbled more to herself than him.

She was going to press the issue but they rounded the corner then to her apartment building.

"This is me" she announced, indicating to the large building.

He followed quickly as she wandered inside the building, starting to climb he stairs.

After four flights of stairs she finally walked along the hall to the door numbered '32'.

She pulled her key out of her pocket quickly, shoving it into the lock.

And turning the key, she slipped the door open.