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~Chapter Eight~

It was only 8am when Rachel woke up the next morning.

Her mind kept wandering to Spencer Reid. He was unlike any man she'd ever met before. He really was very good-looking. Just in a more cute- geeky kind of way. She found herself drawn to him for some reason. Everything he said or did, made her like him more and she really wasn't used to it.

In all honesty, she was used to being chased after. Not that she wanted Spencer to chase her or anything. It was just different.. Good different though.

She didn't really have much to do that day so she threw on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a football jersey, deciding to just hang around her apartment.

A lazy day was just what she needed.

It was nearly 7pm when she heard a knock on the door. She was halfway through the movie 'He's Just Not That Into You' and wasn't very pleased at being interrupted.

Sighing, she hopped off of the couch.

"You better have a good reason for disturbing me " she called out, expecting it to be one of her girlfriends.

She swung the door open, revealing an embarrassed-looking Spencer.

"I can go- I really should have called first-" he began rambling, clearly worried he had upset her.

"No, of course not. I just figured you were one of the girls - Come in" she stood back a bit to let him walk in past her.

She closed the door behind him softly, turning to face him.

"No psycho to catch today, huh?" she questioned with a grin.

He smiled, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted something" he replied instead, though he no longer seemed worried.

She glanced down at her choice of clothes and back up to him. The jersey was three sizes to big for her so it hung mid-thigh. Her tracksuit bottoms were very old ones, covered in small rips and were very faded. She was wearing odd socks - one bright blue, one red. And her hair was pulled to the side in a loose plait

"Well as you can see I'm about to head out" she replied sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes, still smiling.

She headed to the living room then, him following.

"So Dr. Reid, to what do I owe this pleasure?" she asked, a teasing hint to her voice as she settled herself back on the couch.

He shrugged, sitting next to her.

"I don't know. I just kinda-" he cut himself off quickly before he could finish the sentence.

"Just kinda what?" she asked, instantly wanting to know what it was.

Wanted to see you.

That was what he was going to say. How ridiculous. It made absolutely no sense to him. He had an IQ of 187 yet when he was around her, he could hardly think straight.

"I was just bored really. I didn't think you'd mind much if I dropped by" he ended instead.

He was worried she was going to push the matter further, but she happily accepted that was the reason he was here.

"What movie is this?" he asked quickly, just to be sure they wouldn't come back to the topic.

"He's Just Not That Into You. We don't have to watch it though. I doubt you'r. the romantic comedy kind" she replied with a shrug.

However, he insisted on watching, seeing as she was already halfway through it.

They ended up turning it into a full-on movie marathon. After that movie ended, the watched The Hunger Games, which he admitted was not as bad as he thought it might be.

Once that was over, she put on the first Lord of The Rings movie. Of course they had to follow it with the second one.

At this point both of them were pretty exhausted. The couch was pretty small for the two of them, so they had ended up quite close together.

Spencer was somewhat behind her on the couch giving her more of the room at the front. She could feel the images blurring, the voiced on the television becoming more distant until suddenly she fell asleep.

It wasn't long after her that Spencer fell asleep, and despite the fact that he knew he'd end up being extremely embarrassed about it in the morning, he found himself lying against her to sleep on.