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Day 5.

Morning mist had always welcomed the young Doctor Reid. The sun wasn't out yet when he left his house due to the lack of sleep and watching Dr. Who on Netflix till he couldn't see straight. It was the small things Spencer took pleasure in. He needed something to numb his brain for at least an hour. Being a genus wasn't an easy task. When reading, and playing chess got too much he needed something else, and Dr. Who was his something else.

The mist clung onto his face when he walked out of his car. Reid was tired from the day before. As he walked on over he noticed Rica was sitting in the same spot as yesterday with a graphic novel laid out in front of her. Her lips moving as she read the contents, and gave an occasional laugh when it was meant to be. It was one more thing he noted about her was that she liked routine. It was part of her personality that was a perfectionist. He laughed to himself seeing the WWE men pajamas this time with a large sweatshirt. Her canvas backpack thrown on the table next to her as contents of clothes were spilled out of the drawstring top.

A shadow loomed over Rica making whatever light she had to read disappeare. Slowly she looked up only to see the Doctor stare at her with large investigators eyes. The Costa Rican gave him a horrified look and cleared her throat to get his attention,

"Doctor, you are looking extra creepy today." Rica said as she rolled her head back down to the comic.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Reid muttered, "I didn't mean to um, ya know lurk."

"Well my Doctor you going to just stare at me or take a seat?" Rica wanted to hide the smile that grew on her face, but the tone in her voice gave it away.

Reid chuckled uncomfortably to himself as he sat down in the same spot as yesterday and the day before. The girl closed the book and pulled on the hood of the sweatshirt till it covered her whole head and face was in shadow,

"So, I looked up your dream last night. Well, more like I called my mother and got her to tell me." Rica spoke. Her hand grabbed the small water bottle filled with ice tea, "Ya want some?"

"No thanks I'm not a big fan." He muttered and kept his hands in front of him the whole time.

"Coffee then?" Rica asked with a raise of her brow. Spencer nodded giving her a small grin.

The girl rolled her eyes and grumbled getting up. She wasn't even on the clock yet and she had to do her job. Rica couldn't just let Calvin do her job since he was bound to make it wrong.

"I don't know how you do it everyday," she muttered with a shake of her head "The caffeine would kill me."

"You can say it is an addiction…"Reid chuckled to himself as his hands fumbled together.

"You're sleep deprived my dear." Rica spoke.

"Comes with the job." Spencer replied.

"That is not the best thing." She mused out loud, "I'll have to give you the tea my mother makes. It helps you will sleep, and somehow helps with dreams. Personally it just knocks me out." Rica looked over at Reid who sat there in silence for a moment as if lost in space, "I'll go get the coffee then."

Rica started to stand up and Reid got up with her out of habit. When he was younger he was taught to get up as a nice gesture when any girl or woman got up from their seat. Lately he hasn't been doing it, but for some reason he felt himself nervous. She stared at him and opened her mouth to talk, but she caught herself and walked away. No matter what Reid was such a strange creature in her mind.

Upon her arrival Rica handed over the large cup of black coffee to Reid. His eyes lit up as if he was handed a million dollars. She chuckled to herself and started to feel better knowing that she made his day. Reid shifted slightly and went into his pocket to pay, but the girl raised her hand.

"You deal with me, you deserve a free cup once in a while." Rica smirked.

"So you mean I deserve one everyday?" Reid asked with his own smile.

Rica gave him a devilish grin while she looked up over her cup of ice tea. She bit her bottom lip and gave out a small laugh. If anything Reid needed a medal for being around her. Rica was not the easiest person to get along with.

"Yeah well it's out dirty little secret." She whispered, and pressed a finger to her lips.

Reid coughed almost choking on the hot liquid. His eyes darted from side to side. He never met someone who was so open about saying anything they wanted. Reid was used to being around his team and nothing more.

"So, you said you interpreted my dream." He cleared his throat, and twiddled his fingers.

Rica pulled her face into a small smirk and chuckled. Her fingers played with the ice tea bottle. Being put on the spot made her nervous, especially when it came to something she was never good at.

"A little curious Doctor?" she asked, " You don't strike me as someone who is into that kind of stuff."

Reid pressed his lips together. He couldn't help being just a bit curious. It was the nerd in him that wanted to know everything, but at the same time the statistic weren't on his side. For him he didn't believe in anything that he couldn't get absolute fact about. Dreams to him were not something that could be summed up in a single fact. Lastly he took a sip of his coffee and looked up at the anxious face of Rica.

"I mean, I am not really into these kind of things, but I am open to anything." He muttered and glanced up at her from his cup.

Rica nodded and took a deep breath. She felt like she was back at home listing to her mother as she sat and spoke in broken English to people about their dreams. Sometimes she would lie about it just so she didn't scare them off. At this moment Rica wanted nothing but to be back with her mother.

"I could tell you my mothers version or I can attempt to tell you mine."

"I rather you tell me yours." He noted with a smile.

Rica bit the inside of her cheek, and felt her face grow hot. This is what she meant by being put on the spot. She knew he was doing it to shake her up a bit, but in his eyes he just wanted to see what she thought.

"You're being haunted by the faces. You are feeling guilty because you want to help everyone who you come in contact with. The fact that there are more children than adults is because they are innocent. They are innocent victims that didn't need to die. Dark spaces, are you afraid of the dark Doctor?"

"Yes, very actually." He whispered.

"Well, you're harping on your biggest fears as well as the things you have seen. Your mind is coping with everything that is your job, and you can't help but to get affected by it. You are in constant darkness and constant death. It is everywhere around you so you are getting afraid because you want to help everyone, but you know that it isn't possible." Rica smiled at the end of her statement and looked at the doctor whose face was in a pondered gesture.

"Good interpretation." He muttered into the cup.

"I try, and like I said I was never good at it." Rica felt herself fumble with the words.

"I think you are wrong. It seems you do have some kind of gift." Reid replied with a small smile.

The Costa Rican chuckled to herself and shook her head. She was not a person to be this nervous around anyone, but with him it seemed that the awkward aura that he emitted rubbed off on her. For once Rica found herself almost in his shoes.

"I think the drinking so much coffee has killed your brain cells. You need to start drinking tea." She gave a dry laugh and fumbled with her fingers over the ice tea bottle once more.

Reid couldn't help but to chuckle at her posture. She was usually the girl with all the snarky comments and confident aura, but Reid found out that it was just smoke and mirrors. They way she talked about her mother, even after five years of living in America she still was home sick.

"Says the girl whose country's imported goods are coffee beans. I'm surprised you don't live off the stuff. " Reid laughed.

Rica rolled her eyes and kicked him under the table. A satisfied smirk spread on her face when she looked at the expression that was left on his. Reid went to say something, but looked at the innocent puppy eyes she used.

"Well, that is the reason why I drink tea instead. My father worked on a coffee plantation. So when he would come home the smell would stick on him. After a while you get use to it, but drinking it is out of the question." She muttered into her cup, "But I am serious about getting you the herbal tea. That stuff knocks you out and I promise it will be the best sleep ever."

Reid went to open his mouth to say he didn't like to drink tea due to the dull lack of flavor he seemed to get in his mouth when he drank it, but when he saw that she just wanted to help him he couldn't get the words out.

"I always had nightmares when I was younger, and my sister slept next to me so she would be the one to calm me down. She has the talents my mother has."

"She was good at dreams too?" Reid asked. The doctor got happy just by the thought that he was finally getting to know the girl a bit more,

"Not always, she helped me with other things to besides that. They were both good at the tealeaves, the tarot cards, and dreams. Name it and my mother was good at it. She was someone who could do no wrong in my eyes." Rica's voice dropped and Reid noted it when he looked at her. It seemed that there was a price bringing up memories from her past. Reid looked at it as getting to know who she was, but for her it was just bringing out the things that hurt her most.

"You miss home?" it was dumb of him to ask when the answer was written on her face.

Rica nodded, and the Doctor could tell that he hit a nerve. It did surprise him to see a small smile appear on her face. She tired her hardest not to let anyone see her in a desperate way.

"I lived on an island what you call in English Turtle Island. For us it is Tortuga, and we are the research center for sea turtles. I guess we are the turtle lovers." Rica held the smile in place, "That is my favorite thing to do actually."

"What do you mean?" Reid's curiosity got the best of him, as he found himself leaning over to hear her answer,

"Go out with the tourists and see the turtles lay their eggs. The moonlight being so romantic as the wind brushes on your skin. Then out of nowhere a giant turtle comes and digs a hole so she can lay them. It is the best experience ever, and I got to relive it almost every night." The pain in her voice was there once more.

Reid went to say something, but her phone rang which was the alarm to tell her it was time to clock in. It was a sign for him not to speak anymore. Rica got up from her seat and grumbled with a roll of her eyes,

"Is it everyone today or just you doctor?" she asked.

"Everyone if you don't mind Rica."

"For you Doctor, I'll do anything." She chuckled with a wink and walked back into the place.

The Rica he knew was back to her playful games, and he was surprised that she even told him the things she said. It was true about people telling him their secrets. It wasn't as if he had anyone else to talk to. Rica was the closest thing he had to a real friend out of the BAU. His thoughts became distracted when his phone ring. Reid looked down and saw the one number he really didn't want to see at that moment,

"Hello."

"Is little Miss Coffee there?" the voice of Derek Morgan filled his ears.

"Yes, I am getting the coffee and coming in so don't worry." Reid felt his face turn red.

"Well, I'm not rushing you if you want to keep on talking. Though we have a new girl in custody and I am pretty sure she is the one. If we are right we should be done by the afternoon, and if we are you should ask Miss Veronica out." Morgan laughed at the end of the statement.

Reid tired to chuckle and flinched by the sound of her name, but it came out as a hoarse laugh. If he asked Rica out on a date she would surly say no, and he didn't think that he could handle if he asked her out just to hear her rejection and still see her everyday for coffee. Reid shook his head, he thought about it too much.

His eyes shift to the window as he watched her make the drinks just like everyday. Rica's eyes met with his for just a moment and she stuck her tongue out. Reid smiled back,

"Stop staring at her and just ask. The worst she could do is say no." Morgan pulled him from his trance.

"I'm n-not s-staring." Reid fumbled on the words.

"Whatever you say Pretty Boy. Come on get back we need your mind." Morgan laughed.

The pair said their goodbyes and Spencer cleared his throat before he went inside. When he glanced up at Rica, a giant smile spread on her face. She was now in actual pants, an apron and a hat. It was like everything that she said outside didn't happen, and he was a bit fine with that. The drinks were in front of him, and Rica handed him his last.

"$5.00." Rica looked at him with a wide grin.

Reid rolled his eyes and handed her the bill. He hated when she would do that. It would make him feel so guilty, but he knew not to argue with a woman, especially not Rica.

"See you tomorrow Rica?" he asked

"Same time, same place Doctor." She smiled back at him and bit her lip.

Quickly his face turned red and he turned around. The words that Morgan said were in his head. If the case was done by today he could ask her out. Maybe it could be more of a hang out than a date and it wouldn't make him feel awkward.

Reid turned around once more and called out her name. Her head snapped up as she called him Doctor and tilted her head. For some reason he couldn't do it. He tried to get the words out but it sounded like a jumbled mess. The Costa Rican chuckled and shook her head.

"I'll see you tomorrow Doctor. Try not to cheat on me with any other coffee." She clicked her tongue between her teeth and chuckled.

Reid couldn't help but smile and just walked away. If he were going to ask her out, he would have to do it tomorrow.

End of Day 5