And the rest of the date continued like that. Talking, getting to know each other. He was so amazing. She loved everything he talked about, his ideas, his thoughts. She loved the way he stuttered, and moved his hands around when he talked. She loved how his eyebrows knitted together when he was listening. He was so down to earth. More than anything, she loved to see him smile. He needed to smile more, she could tell.
Against her liking, the date was over, and he was driving her home. Caitlin was determined to make as much conversation as she could before they got to her apartment building. Caitlin stared out the window while she listened to him talk. He stopped mid-sentence. As Caitlin was turning her head to see why he stopped, she felt his hand grab hers. She smiled.
"I didn't ask you earlier, what do you do Spencer? Job-wise?" She asked turning her head to face him. He had a strange look on his face, he almost looked, scared.
"Um, well I work for the FBI, um, specifically the BAU-"
"Behavior Analysis Unit?" Caitlin asked, sounding surprised.
"Yeah, not too many people know that."
"My Uncle used to work there, he retired though."
"You travel a lot." She said, more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah." He answered her truthfully. If she was going to have a problem with it, might as well tell her before things get to serious. "Please don't let it bother her" he silently begged.
"And if we have plans, you'll call me and tell me you won't be there?" She asked.
"Of course." He told her, he meant it too.
As if time passed like nothing at all, it was time for Caitlin to depart.
"I'd really like to see you again, Spencer." She told him honestly. "I had an amazing time." She added.
He smiled. "I'd like to see you again as well. I'm glad you did." He told her.
And as if some force was slowly pushing them together, before either of them could grasp what was happening, their lips met.
And just as quickly as his lips came, they were gone. She leaned forward quickly, pressing his face back to hers, her hand reaching up to his face, kissing him deeper. She pulled her face away first.
"Goodnight Spencer." She told as she stepped out of the car.
"Night." He said, obviously flustered a bit.
"Damn." He muttered to himself before watching her walk away.
