"The original Delmonico's opened in 1827 in a rented pastry shop at 23 William Street and appeared in a list of restaurants in 1830. It was opened by the brothers John and Peter Delmonico, from Ticino, Switzerland. In 1831, they were joined by their nephew, Lorenzo Delmonico, who eventually became responsible for the restaurant's wine list and menu" Spencer continued as Rachel took a sip of her glass of water.

They had been in the restaurant for fifteen minutes and were waiting for their food to arrive. Spencer was feeling a little awkward. He had freaked out a little when she mentioned going to a restaurant because that seemed like something a couple would do. He wasn't really sure how thing like this worked. Not that he even was sure what exactly this was. Things like this just didn't happen to him. He wasn't the one who just met women at bars. And more so, women didn't normally take such an interest in him.

Rachel just grinned, still amazed at the extent of his knowledge.

"Really?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He nodded.

"The brothers moved their restaurant several times before settling at 2 South William Street. When the building was opened on a grand scale in August 1837 after the Great Fire Of New York, New Yorkers were told that the columns by the entrance had been imported from the ruins of Pompeii" he finished.

Her smile widened.

"Sorry, I tend to ramble.." he muttered an apology, glancing down at the table in front of him.

Rachel simply shrugged.

"Don't apologise Spence, you amaze me, truly" she replied honestly, clearly unabashed.

This was exactly what confused him about her. She could blush at random times for no reason at all, yet she could give him a straight-up compliment without the slightest hint of embarrassment at all.

He looked up once again to meet her eye and smiled shyly.

"Thanks" he mumbled and once again she grinned.

Before either of them had a chance to say anything else, a waitress arrived at the table, leaving the bottle of wine Rachel had ordered, with two glasses and a promise that their food would only be a few more minutes.

After thanking her, Rachel immediately poured some of the familiar red liquid into her glass.

"Are you having any?" she asked Spencer, still holding the bottle. to fill his glass if he wanted some.

He looked unsure.

"Good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used" she told him slowly, pulling the best British accent she could manage.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"That's from Othello. Act 2 Scene 1" he mumbled.

She shrugged, her lips spreading into a wide grin.

"I know. I can like Shakespeare" she replied.

He still looked rather surprised.

"You really don't seem the sort" he told her honestly.

Once again she shrugged.

"I know. For Leaving Cert we had to study King Lear and I loved it. It took me by surprise too. But I started going to see Shakespeare plays and as weird as it sounds I actually enjoy them" she explained.

Spencer smiled.

"I like King Lear" he admitted and instantly went off in a rant about the writing of King Lear and all the minute details Rachel didn't know. However Rachel was actually interested. As completely random as it was she did enjoy Shakespeare. Of course Spencer knew absolutely everything there was to know about every play Shakespeare had ever written. And so he had plenty to talk about over dinner. He wasn't used to someone being so interested in what he was talking about. Rachel seemed to be almost hanging on every word he spoke, even if she didn't fully understand everything.

Dinner passed by reasonably quickly and it wasn't long before the two of them were leaving the restaurant. Things had gotten just a tad awkward before they left. For Spencer anyways. He wasn't sure what the paying situation was. It wasn't exactly like it was a date but what if she was expecting him to pay? Or then what if he tried to pay and she got annoyed because she thought he was trying to be patronising? He really couldn't see a way around.

However, his worries quickly faded when she simply lay her half of the bill on the table along with a tip. He really didn't know why he had gotten so worried about it in the first place. It was such a random thing to stress about. It didn't make any sense at all. Thankfully his mini panic had gone unnoticed by Rachel and she was still chatting away as they stepped outside the restaurant.

Spencer insisted on driving, even though Rachel had only a little bit of wine. There was surely no way she was over the limit but he wasn't willing to risk it and so she gave in and let him drive. They were going to his apartment as he had an original copy of King Lear and she wanted to see it. She realised on the drive that he wasn't exactly the best driver, something she teased him about continuously as they walked up the stairs to his apartment.

The first thing she noticed when she walked into his apartment was the bookshelf. Or rather bookshelves. There were several of them, each stuffed to the brim with books. Her eyes widened as we walked closer, running her hand along them.

"Wow, you must really read a lot" she commented, glancing at the names. Some of them she recognised but majority of them were unfamiliar.

Spencer was watching her nervously, unsure of the way she would react.

She turned back to face him with a smile.

"Have you read them all? Well you probably have.. How many words did you say you could read a minute. It was something crazy like 5,oo0 wasn't it?" she asked.

"20,000" he corrected her quietly.

She nodded.

"Mmh. You know I wish I could read that fast. Not that I exactly do much reading anyways. I like romance novels though. Have you read The Fault In Our Stars? I don't care what age I am, that book is amazing" she was back to reading through the names of his books and he watched her as she did, barely taking in what she had said.

"The Fault In Our Stars? Never heard of it" he replied and she turned back to face him, her expression confused.

"How could you not have heard of it? It's a huge deal right now.. " she trailed off, exasperated by the sheer unfamiliarity of it to him.

He just shrugged innocently and she rolled her eyes.

"Why am I not surprised Dr. Reid" she chuckled.

He found her the King Lear book and after flicking through it with her - explaining everything in detail to her of course - he decided to watch it with her. It came as no surprise to her that he had a copy of the play, along with a tonne of Shakespeare's other plays.

They watched the full thing, him occasionally pausing it to announce that the actor had not in fact stuck to the original script, quoting what it was they should have said.

After King Lear ended, Rachel ended up admitting she had never watched a single Doctor Who episode after noticing his boxset near the television. Spencer was so shocked that he suggested watching some then and there. He couldn't believe she hadn't seen a single Doctor Who episode. Of course, there were the crazy people who didn't like it but to have never seen it at all? That just wouldn't do.

Rachel agreed easily, seeing how enthusiastic he got when talking about it.

It had already been getting late when they started watching it and so a few episodes in and they could hardly keep there eyes open. After episode four Spencer turned off the television. He really needed to get to sleep for work in the morning. If he was late again the team would become really suspicious.

Rachel yawned, stretching her arms above her head.

"Do you mind if I sleep here tonight Spence? I'm too tired to drive home" she mumbled.

He nodded.

"Of course, You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch" he replied quickly.

She rolled her eyes, though it hurt a little as she was so tired.

"Don't be silly. I'm not kicking you out of your bed. I'll sleep on the couch." she told him firmly.

He opened his mouth to argue but she quickly cut him off.

"Do you have a pair of pyjama bottoms I could borrow maybe? I don't really wanna sleep in jeans" she interrupted.

Again he nodded.

"Sure" he mumbled, heading off into his room. She followed him cautiously, unsure whether or not she was meant to.

She watched as he looked through his drawers for a minute before pulling out a pair of blue plaid pyjama bottoms.

"I hope they fit okay" he mumbled a little shyly as he stood up to hand them to her.

She grinned.

"I'm sure they'll be fine Spencer. Thanks" she gave him a genuine smile, before heading off to the bathroom to change.

The pyjama bottoms were a quite long on her but they were comfortable enough on so she wasn't particularly bothered. She took off her shirt as well as she had a white vest on underneath it.

Heading back out to the couch she found that Spencer had left her a few pillows and two blankets. She grinned slightly, reminding herself to thank him in the morning. And without another though she got herself set up on the couch and fell asleep easily.

Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss were sitting in a small café early that morning. All chatting aimlessly about one thing or another. Penelope loved meeting up before work so they could have a good chat. With the seriousness of their jobs she rarely got time to gossip with them at work.

She was perfectly enjoying listening to JJ's recount of what Henry had done last night when suddenly her phone started ringing. JJ sighed, sticking her hand in her pocket to fish it out, answering it quickly.

Penelope and Emily exchanged glances as JJ talked before hanging up.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to cut this breakfast short. That was Hotch. He need's us in there right away. We'll stop off at Spence's on the way and pick him up. Hotch said he's not answering his phone" she explained.

Penelope groaned.

"You know I really should be used to this by now.." she muttered, downing the last of her coffee and heading to the counter to get the bill.

Rachel was awakened by a loud knocking on the door. She groaned, sticking her head in a pillow wondering who the hell would be at her apartment this early in the morning. That's when she remembered she wasn't at her apartment. She was at Spencer's. Which meant that it could be something really important.

She groaned once again, sitting up to see if he had gone to answer the door, finally deciding she would just have to get up.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes quickly before hopping off of the couch and somewhat skipping over to the door due to the fact that she was cold.

She undid the bolt on his door and quickly swung it open.

A/N : Heyyy! Okay so I haven't updated in ages because I have been really busy at the moment. I'm really sorry :( So this chapter is a bit random. I have recently become obsessed with King Lear and so that's in there a lot :p So thank you guys for your views and comments :) Really appreciate it :D Oh and I kinda left it on a cliffhanger there because I never really do them in this story so yeah, hope you enjoyed :D If you did please leave a comment, I love to know how you guys are feeling about the story :) Well thanks again loves :) :*