Chapter Six

The next two days passed by incredibly slowly for Rachel. Spencer hadn't made any contact with her at all. She knew he was more than likely extremely busy with work, but it still wasn't something she was use to.

For Spencer the days passed just as slowly. It was an extremely tough involving two child murders. Thankfully they caught the unsub while he was still holding the third child captive.

It was eight o' clock Saturday evening when they finally arrived back at the BAU headquarters. Once he was back in his familiar desk chair, he slipped his phone out of his pocket.

He dialled her number quickly wanting to hear her voice. It had only been two days but he couldn't manage to conjure it up in his head.

She answered on the third ring.

"Spencer!" she exclaimed.

"How did you know it was me?" he asked, baffled. He hadn't even gotten a chance to say anything yet.

"I'm psychic" she replied, her voice so serious that he was momentarily stumped.

"What?" he mumbled.

Her tinkling laugh came through the phone, making him smile involuntarily.

"Caller ID Spencer" she chuckled.

"And you're meant to be the smart one" she added, her voice teasing.

He felt his cheeks heat up slightly at his stupidity. Luckily she couldn't see him.

"So what's up?" she asked airily, her voice still somewhat amused.

He cleared his throat awkwardly before responding.

"We - em - we just got back from California. I was just wondering what you were doing.." His voice trailed off awkwardly and he felt his blush deepen.

Why was he so nervous? He really couldn't understand it.

"Well actually, I do have plans this evening" she began.

He sighed, feeling disappointment and embarrassment flood him.

"Oh right. I completely understand-" he started mumbling but she cut him off quickly.

"You could come with me though?" She suggested.

"What exactly are you doing?" he asked back, softly.

He could hear the smile in her voice when she replied.

"You'll see Spencer. Trust me, you'll enjoy it. Just meet me at the Smoke Pit Café in Stafford in like twenty minutes, okay?" Although she asked, he knew it wasn't really a question.

"Sure" he agreed quickly, not bothering to ask what they were doing.

"Great! I'll see you then" she was so enthusiastic about it that he couldn't help but smile again.

The phone went dead, leaving him shuffling around with his things, trying to get ready to leave.

"Reid?"

He glanced up to the sound of his name quickly, to see the blonde-haired technical analysis Penelope Garcia standing next to Morgan.

"Hi" he mumbled back, shoving his phone in his pocket and standing up from his chair.

"Do you wanna grab some burgers with us? You see theres this little place I found last week and they do the absolute best burgers ever, but Morgan here thinks-" she began rambling but he cut her off quickly.

"I'm really sorry guys, maybe some other time. Right now I gotta get going" he mumbled, before glancing back down to check he had everything.

"Bye. Enjoy the burgers" he added, and with that he turned and walked off, leaving both Morgan and Garcia curious as to where the hell he was in such a rush to get to.

Rachel sat on the windowsill outside the Smoke Pit Café waiting. She had her guitar case leaning against her knees and she was rubbing her hands together to prevent them from getting too cold.

She was there less than five minutes when Spencer hopped out of a cab right in front of her.

"Hello" she smiled warmly once he noticed her.

"Hi. I guess we aren't going into the café" he smiled in response, nodding to the café behind her with the large 'Closed' sign in the window.

She shook her head.

"Nah. We're going to the hospital, right across the street" she told him.

He frowned at that.

"The hospital? Why? Are you okay?" he asked, a little startled.

She chuckled, running a hand through her hair. She had left it down this time, and it was it's usual messy curls. Her clothes weren't anything too fancy. Just a pair of denim jeans and red checked shirt over a vest-top. She was delighted when he had called. She had found herself longing to see him again.

"Of course. I'm fine Spencer" she replied, standing up, slinging the guitar case across her back.

"Then why the hospital?" he asked again.

She grinned.

"You'll see" she replied casually, heading for the road.

He followed her cautiously across the road and to the hospital.

"Rachel, I'm not so sure you're allowed to just head into a hospital.. You kinda have to be a patient" he mumbled, as she pushed the door open, walking in.

She rolled her eyes at the comment.

"Trust me Spence.. I know what I'm doing" she told him softly.

His brow furrowed at that slightly.

"You know only one other person ever calls me that" he mumbled.

Now that interested her.

"Really? Who?" she asked curiously.

"JJ" he replied softly.

"JJ?"

"Jennifer Jareau. She's a co-worker" he explained.

"Ooh. Jennifer. Should I be worried?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

He frowned in confusion.

"Worried?" he repeated.

She rolled her eyes.

"Never mind. It was a joke hun" she grinned a little at his obliviousness.

"Hun?" he began to question, but she was too distracted to answer.

"We're here!" she announced, grabbing his arm to pull him through another door.

Once they were through the door they were met with another corridor filled with doors and a small desk at which two nurses were sitting at,

"Rachel, are you sure we're meant to be here-" he whispered hastily as the nurses glanced at them.

However, his worry disappeared when one of the nurses beamed.

"Rachel! How are you? I see you brought a friend!" The blonde haired one said grinning.

She nodded, still holding Spencer's arm.

"Well go on ahead. I'm sure the kids will be delighted to see you" the nurse continued, nodding them on.

"Thanks" Rachel mumbled, before heading off down along the corridor, pulling Spencer with her.

"Kids? What's going on?" he asked softly.

She sighed at his impatience.

"Well, we're in the pediatric ward. We're gonna sing with the cancer patients" she told him.

She came to the hospital quite often. Singing with the kids always put her in a good mood. And it raised their spirits too. She knew they needed that. She found it very rewarding overall.

"Sing?" he whispered nervously.

They had stopped walking now because they were outside the right room.

"Yeah. You don't have to sing very loudly" she promised him.

He ran a hand though his hair nervously.

"Well what if they don't like me?" he mumbled, sounding even more frightened.

She grinned a little at this.

"Of course they'll like you" she assured him.

"But what if-"

She cut him off by catching his hand in hers and giving it a squeeze.

"Spence, they're gonna love you. Alright?" she insisted.

He nodded slowly giving in.

"Alright.." he mumbled, as she pushed the door open.