A/N: This is the last date! (Sob!) After you read this, there will be at least one more chapter, and it you guys want, three more. (You know, the month, and after that.)

By the way, this chapter is a –slightly late- birthday/ thank you present for criminalmindslife.

"Spencer Reid." Oh yeah, I thought, the cute one! I was very pleased when I fell asleep that night.

The next day it was raining. I was soaked by the time I got to the BAU. I took in the scene as I tried to dry off. Garcia sitting on Morgan's desk, talking to him, Strauss was griping at Rossi over something or other, Prentiss was in a debate on the phone, and Spencer. Spencer was staring at me. I smiled and waved. He blushed, but did the same. I stared at him. We were just staring at each other, not moving a muscle, smiling, but mostly staring.

"No, they cost more and simply can't be that efficient, so I would have to say…" Emily's raised voice brought us back to reality. Strauss coughed.

"Oh, Jean, you're here. Um, listen, Hotch has locked himself in his office to avoid you, so I want to know what happened yesterday!" Morgan cut in,

"Oh, Strauss, that's a lie and you know it! Today is the one year anniversary of Haley's death!" I sighed. Just then, Reid walked up and took my hand, blushing the whole time.

"Shall we?" I smiled and nodded. We walked out the door, when it suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea where we were going.

"The movies." I looked at him, surprised. He shrugged.

"Profiler here. You wanted to get away from Strauss, but you like having some sense of control, so as soon as you were away from Strauss, you would want to know where we're going." I blinked. He blushed.

"I'm sorry," He got my door and then he himself got into the car,

"I know it's probably not good dating etiquette to profile your date…" I laughed.

"It's ok. So, what movie?" He smiled.

"Well, the good thing about being a cop is, you can get them to play any movie, no matter how old… it's 'you've got mail.' Which is a really weird name for it, because the people don't have mail, they have e-mail, but…" I smiled. Seriously, somehow he picked the only romantic movie I will come within ten feet of! That was what I called cool.

"That sounds good." He grinned.

"I'm glad." I sighed.

"You know, I guess some people don't like being profiled, but I think it sounds-"

"Fun?" He guessed. I blinked in surprise.

"Ok, let me know if I get too nosey…" He blushed.

"Let's see. You entered the drawing because your friends were giving you a hard time, so, despite how you act, you really do care what some people think of you. Not guys- if they don't like you, they don't deserve you, in your mind, which by the way I'm not arguing with- so no, not guys, but friends, you do care. You cover that up with laughter and pranks, but inside you are worried that one or all of them are better than you, and are suddenly going to decide they deserve better. You dress colorfully, smile all the time, and laugh whenever you can, so you try to have a good spirit about things, but somehow you have seen exactly how dark the world really is, so the laughter and smiles are a cover. Similar to Garcia, you use happiness to cover the darkness. You in general think that romantic movies are pointless, but the mystery and humor in 'you've got mail' over-rides that, making it one of your favorite movies. You get easily bored, which is why you always fiddle with something, no matter what's going on. You are now wondering when I'm going to realize we just got to the theater." I applauded, half-jokingly.

"Wow! That's exactly right!" He laughed. Then he was back into 'date' mode, and again blushed as he got the door for me, and walked with me inside. He had gotten us great seats, by doing a magic trick for the ticket girl, Nicole. (No, not the same Nicole as any of the others. I'd never seen her before.) And while his running commentary on the movie was distracting, I wasn't complaining. It was sweet.

"But why would they fall in love on-line, while they hate each other in real life? They're the same people!" I laughed, and patiently explained that they didn't hate each other on the computer because they weren't in competition on the computer. He shrugged. I chuckled. We went back to the movie. That happened again and again. I could tell we were starting to get on some peoples' nerves, but I didn't care. It was too fun. Eventually the movie was over. I grinned.

"Well, that was fun!" He laughed and nodded. Then he said,

"Did you know that the odds of a long-term relationship coming out of a set-up date are-" And I honestly don't know what made me do it. Maybe because he looked so cute rambling on about this fact, or maybe because I just didn't want to hear what the odds of a relationship with any of the guys working out was, but for whatever reason, I kissed him.

It was just for a split second. As soon as I realized what I did, I pulled away, startled. That wasn't the rule! We were supposed to be on the same page when-

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! That just came out no where, and I shouldn't have just kissed you out of nowhere! I mean, what if you didn't want to kiss me! I mean, there are rules that say you have to, so technically you have to, but-" All of the sudden, his lips covered mine. It lasted a split second, and then he pulled away.

"Sorry… Um, now you've kissed within the rules… Then he hurried off. I sighed, and called,

"Spencer?" He stopped, but didn't look back.

"Yeah?"

"You're my ride…" He blushed and hurried back.

"Sorry…" He got my door for me, and we left the movie theater in silence. The whole drive home was silent, in fact. When we got to my house, I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm not mad, you know. I kissed you first." He nodded.

"I know, but the rules only say one kiss, and…and you couldn't…" I laughed, realizing what he thought he'd done.

"Spencer, if I had been offended, your cheeks would be red from blood, not embarrassment!" He smiled slightly, in relief.

"So, you're not complaining?"

"Not at all." I blushed fiercely as I spoke. He smiled, and blushing just as much, answered,

"Then me neither." I got out of the car and walked inside. In my diary I wrote,

"On a scale of one to ten? Ten. Which means that now I have to choose between Aaron and Spencer. Hmm. Should be fun."

I didn't sleep at all that night.

A/N: So, who do you think I'm going to pick? I am sorry, I thought about giving you guys a choice, but that part of the story had already written itself in the back of my head, and wasn't changing. So, here's the deal: The first three people to guess who I choose get the next chapter dedicated to them!