Spencer jolted awake in the early morning disoriented. A brief moment later he remembered where he was but still was not sure what had caused him to wake. Then the culprit became apparent by purring and rubbing against his forehead. He took notice of the coloration.

"Good morning, Browning."

Browning seemed content to have been acknowledged and walked slowly to the foot of the bed where he curled up to begin washing himself. Spencer was now at liberty to take stock of his surroundings. The room had been dark when he slid into Maggie's bed but with the growing light of sunrise he was able to see a room that was as much a mass of contradictions as its owner. The walls of a muted rose coordinated with the ivory lace curtains which in turn went nicely with the quilt featuring a multitude of roses, pinks and burgundies. None of those things could be reconciled with the large photograph of Marilyn Monroe or the even larger print of Van Gogh's Starry Night. Spencer opted to not even think about the possible importance of the large framed poster of the cast of "The Wizard of Oz."

Spencer thought to himself that he needed to get out of his brain for a while; to quit trying to profile Maggie. He needed to just enjoy being with her. He noticed that during the night she had established quite a death grip around his waist. He wondered to himself if she would even know herself why she did that if he asked. Inhaling he caught the faint scent of coconut and perhaps pomegranate emanating from her hair. With the hand that was not wrapped around Maggie he stroked her hair gently, winding his fingers absently into the curls. Maggie sighed and snuggled closer, if that was even possible. As she buried her face into his neck, Spencer heard, "'Uv you…"

Spencer's eyes flew open. Did that just happen? Did it mean what it sounded like? Did she know she said it? Was she awake? What should he do now? He knew he shouldn't say it unless he felt it. Did he feel that way? Did he love her? Spencer was confused. He had no real frame of reference for this and all of these questions were making his head hurt.

Reid forcefully shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to shove his logic away to closer inspect his emotions, knowing that emotions were almost always illogical. The only problem, as he quickly found was that once logic and reason were gone from his mind, there really wasn't anything left of him. So back to the logical approach it was. Once he restored reason to his mind, he realized he was still very tired. Reason told him that he wouldn't accomplish anything until he got some more sleep. He shifted onto his side rolling toward Maggie. He put his arms around her and she cooed softly. Spencer stroked her hair hoping he hadn't woken her. She quieted and Spencer closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The sun was streaming brightly into the room when Spencer woke again. This time there was no mystery as to what brought him from his slumber. From somewhere downstairs was music loudly playing and above that was Maggie singing "I Could Have Danced All Night."

Reid swung his legs out of the bed and looked over at his sole sleeping companion.

"Your mama likes to sing, huh, Barrett?"

The cat looked up at him utterly nonplussed.

"You seem to be accustomed to this. I have to admit, I usually wake up to a little more quiet."

Barrett squinted at him.

"I think I could get used to it though. Look how quickly I became comfortable talking to cats. I definitely could get used to waking up to music."

Spencer pushed himself off the bed with a determination that seemed to say he knew what was going on in his life for the first time in a while.

"Well Barrett, you've been very helpful. I can understand why your mom thinks so highly of you. If you'll excuse me, my dear, my fair maiden awaits."