It was 9 days before Spencer Reid got to see Caitlin again. He hadn't been able to call, since he'd been so busy on the case. He wasn't going to be surprised if she broke up with him. He was the worst boyfriend ever. Left for 9 days and didn't call once. He tried to focus on the book he was reading, but kept worrying that Caitlin would hate him. He was being stupid, he knew that, yet he couldn't shake the feeling.

The jet landed, and he went straight to his car. It was 11 P.M. He knew it was smart to wait until tomorrow to see her. But he went against his better judgment. He drove straight to her apartment building. He quickly climbed the stairs, and fast-walked to her door. He stopped and knocked lightly.

He heard footsteps on the other side. The door opened. Caitlin looked up to see Spencer standing there. A huge smile spread across her face.

"Spencer!" She exclaimed. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I missed you so much!" She said, burying her face in his neck.

He laughed because he wasn't expecting this reaction at all. Caitlin lifted her head up and kissed him right on the lips.

"I missed you!" She told him before hugging him even tighter.

"May I come in?" He asked her. She unwrapped her legs and walked back inside.

"Nope." She said, and slammed the door in his face.

Spencer just stood there, not really sure what to do next. The door opened again, and the hallway filled with her giggling.

"Of course silly!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, closing the door after them.

"I'm sorry I didn't call. I was really busy." He began apologizing.

"It's okay." She told him.

"You're not mad?" He asked surprised a little.

She shook her head. "Nope." She answered honestly. "I knew you'd be busy, I figured if I got a call then I'd be pretty damn lucky." She told him.

Spencer leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You're amazing. You know that right?"

"I've been told a few times." She said grinning.

She pulled on his collar to get his face closer to hers. His lips met hers and she felt, at home, like she belonged there. It was scarring Caitlin a little bit how much she liked this guy for only knowing him a few weeks. And it scared her how fast things seemed to be going. But at the same time, she'd rather not have it any other way.

She pulled away, grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit on the couch with her. Spencer looked around the room.

"What's with all the boxes?" He asked.

"I just moved in, and haven't unpacked everything quite yet." She told him. "Besides, there's a very handsome guy distracting me from getting around to it." She said before quickly kissing his nose.

"Where'd you move from?"

"New York City."

"You moved from New York City to Quantico, why?"

She shrugged. "I guess I just needed a change in scenery."

"How many girlfriends have you had Spencer?" She asked, looking him in the eyes.

"A few. Nothing really special. Why?" He said, a little thrown-off from an unexpected question.

"Just curious, really."

"How many boyfriends have you had before me?" He asked her. He felt her tense up a little, but only slightly. A few moments passed, and she still didn't answer. "That many?" He asked.

"You're going to laugh."

"I'm not going to laugh. I promise." He told her honestly.

"Alright. I've only dated one other guy in my life."

"Really?" Spencer said, not even bothering to hid the shock in his voice.

"Pathetic isn't?"

"No. I just figured a girl like you, funny, beautiful, just all around amazing would have been in several different relationships."

"Thank you." She said, kissing him on the cheek. "You're the only who has thought that. I can't get a date to save my life."

"I find that really hard to believe."

"Well believe it. I didn't get my first boyfriend until I was 19. Nobody wanted to date me in high school. My hair was purple then, and I was just that really weird art girl sitting in the back, wearing too much black." She told him laughing. "Nobody wanted to be my friend either. Mostly people avoided me." She paused and burst out laughing. "I had these sandals made out of duct-tape and I wore them all the time, and people made fun of me so bad for wearing them. I love those sandals." She giggled. Spencer laughed too.

"I had to go to prom with my best friend, Jimmy. He only had to take me because he lost a bet." She continued laughing.

"But I can't blame people. Because thinking back to it, I wouldn't have been my friend either. I had dread-locks! I was a total hippy. Sandals, dread-locks, I wore hemp and everything! Protests, tie-dye. All of it."

"I figured you were the type of person who had lots of friends." He told her honestly.

"Common misconception." She said before kissing him deeply. After a few moments she pulled back, resting her forehead against his shoulder.

"It's getting late." Spencer commented, indicating he'd have to leave soon.

"No! Stay! Please?" She grabbed onto his arm, refusing to let him go.

"You want me to stay?"

"Yes! Very much! Please?" She begged him.

"Okay."

"You'll stay?"

"Sure."

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.

"You really are the best Spencer!"

AN: I really liked this chapter. Hope you all did too. Once again thank you for all the support. The next chapter will probably be really cute. Since, he spent the night at her house.