Disclaimer: See chapter 1

A/N: I hope this posts. Thanks to all those who've waded through the confusion on the site and read and reviewed even if you did it through PMs because your reviews were not being accepted on the site. Your feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope things get back to normal soon.

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"Dr. Kimura, why are you asking about her?" Shirley asked.

"Okay, it's like this. My friend who just left has a thing for her but he's so shy and he's convinced that she's not interested in him. You've seen them interact; what do you think?"

Garcia saw a slow smile come to Shirley's face. "Oh, I'd say she's definitely interested. In fact, I've never seen her quite as interested in a patient as she was with Dr. Reid. We all thought so. We've even got a pool going as to when they'll get together." Sandy and Connie arrived with the coffees just as JJ and Emily entered. They waved at Garcia and went to get their own coffees.

The two women joined the group that had formed between the two tables. They all exchanged greetings. "Is Reid done yet?" JJ asked.

"Yeah," Garcia replied.

"Well, where is he? Did he ask her out?" Emily was eager to know.

"He left a few minutes ago," the tech told them, "and, no, he didn't ask her out?"

"Why not?" Emily asked.

"He chickened out. He thought she wasn't interested. That's where my new friends come in," she indicated the nurses. "They believe that Dr. Kimura has the hots for our gorgeous genius and they've even got a pool going as to when they'll get together."

"So, what do we do?" JJ asked. "If we tell him that, he'll know we were talking about him with the nurses and he'll be mortified."

"You're right, sooo…that means we'll have to be creative. Shirley," Garcia handed the nurse a piece of paper. "Write your phone number down here and we'll be in touch." Shirley wrote her number on the paper provided.

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SA Cynthia Street approached Reid's desk with a piece of paper. "Dr. Reid, this message came in for you." She handed Reid the paper.

Reid read the message as Agent Street moved to return to her desk. "Did you take the message Street?" he asked.

"Yes sir, I did," she replied.

"Did she say what she wanted?" He looked baffled by the note. It made Cynthia Street smile. Dr. Reid seldom looked baffled.

"No sir, she said you had worked very well together in the past and she needed your advice. I assumed it was about a case she was working on."

"Why didn't she just call me and ask?"

"She did, you weren't at your desk, that's why I took the message. She said she'd be out of the office the rest of the day and incommunicado."

"Okay," Reid said shaking his head, "thanks Street."

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Sandy knocked on Dr. Kimura's door. "Come in," Linda said from within.

"Hi Dr. Kimura, I've got a message for you," she put the piece of paper on the desk and turned to leave.

"Sandy, when did this call come in?"

"A little while ago when you were in your meeting with General Mattingly," the nurse replied.

"W…was he alright?" She couldn't keep the fear from her voice. "Did he say he was feeling ill or anything?" She'd thought he was completely recovered but this was a stain they hadn't dealt with before.

"No, he sounded completely fine. From the way he was talking about you two working together, it sounded like it might be about a case. He said he valued your opinion."

"Oh, okay, I see. Thank you Sandy."

The nurse nodded and left the room with a grin.

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Garcia, Emily and JJ were hunkered down in Garcia's office. "Sandy called and she gave Kimura the note," Garcia told them.

"How did she react?" JJ asked

"Sandy said her first thought was that something was wrong with our sweet boy but Sandy said she seemed to believe her explanation."

"I saw Street give Reid the note," Emily said. "It was a stroke of genius having Street answer the phone when you pretended to be Kimura. Lucky thing Street doesn't know her voice. Reid might have suspected something if one of us had given him the note but Street was telling the truth as she knew it so I don't think he's on to us in any way."

"Did you guys arrange everything," Garcia asked to reassure herself that the evening would be perfect.

"Yep, it's all arranged. All they have to do is show up," JJ said. "The only thing that's bothering me is, will Reid ever forgive us?"

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Reid looked at himself in the mirror of the men's locker room. Should he raid his go bag and change clothes? What if they got a case and he needed it. No, he told himself, he better not do that. He straightened his wine colored tie that accompanied his black and brown checked shirt which was topped with a brown tweed vest worn with brown pants. He shrugged his arms into his tan cord jacket, ran his comb through his hair and gave himself another cursory look. It would have to do he supposed.

Why had she wanted to meet him at a restaurant, he wondered. If she needed a consult on a case, why couldn't the rest of the team be involved, he asked himself as he maneuvered through the early evening traffic.

Reid pulled into the parking lot of the Japanese restaurant she'd chosen. Tanaka of Tokyo, he read the sign. He supposed it was one of her favorites considering her culture. He pulled down the visor and looked at himself briefly in the mirror again before exiting his vehicle and heading into the restaurant.

The lights were dim and Linda had to let her eyes become accustomed to the change from outside. "Table for one," the hostess asked.

"No, I'm uh…meeting someone," she said, her eyes scanning the dining room. She spied him at a secluded corner table lit by a single candle. "I see him now, thank you," she told the young woman.

Reid glanced around just as Linda was making her way to the table. He swallowed a huge lump in his throat at the sight of her. The Japanese beauty wore a black skirt topped with a burgundy embroidered silk jacket that fit her petite body to perfection and featured matching piping and a mandarin collar. Her hair was not pulled back from her face tonight but, allowed to flow freely, it cascaded in soft curls around her shoulders. She was made taller by a pair of black stiletto heels. Reid jumped up from his chair as she reached the table. "Hi," he squeaked.

"Hello Spencer," she replied, mesmerized as she always was by the mere sight of him.

"You look good," he said reminding her of that fateful day in Nichols' home.

"No hazmat suit this time," she declared with a laugh as he held her chair for her. "Do you come here often?" Linda asked unable to take her eyes off him.

"No, I've never been here before," he told her.

So, she thought, he had chosen this restaurant for her. That was sweet of him.

"So what did you want to see me about?" they said together.