Happy stories are not my strong hold, people, so bear (bare?) with me. I will do my hardest to make this story good with as little tragedy as possible. If it gets too sappy, feel free to yell at me, the Supreme Master Overlord Khurro gives you permission to do so.

But really, don't let me get too sappy.

Remember, this does not have to be read in order! It's a bunch of random one-shots, read them in order if you want.

This will mainly not happen on the field. Sorry.

I'm not quite sure how to tie Maeve into all the other episodes, so I might just pick the major episodes ("Angels" and "Demons", because come on people, that was a major Reid moment there and we all panicked and maybe cried a little.

This is rated T for a reason. There will be no detailed "sexual intercourse" (as my health teacher puts it, as if that makes it sound any 'cleaner' to our poor 'virgin ears'.), but there will be suggestions and hints and characters may seem a bit out character.

I'm gonna leave you alone now and give you the title chapter and let your little minds play in the gutter, you little butts.

But then read the chapter.

#2

Blindfolds

Maeve ended up staying with Reid longer than either of them expected, not that anyone was complaining. Reid was actually enjoying having someone to return home to after work and having company during dinner (if he ate, that is. Sometimes he would just crash on the couch), and someone to share a bed with. Without really a verbal exchange, they both sort of agreed that Maeve would simply stay with him, and they went to her old loft and collected her clothes to bring back to his apartment.

There was still shattered glass on the floor, and a small layer of dust had covered everything. She had been gone for a few days, staying with Reid and just borrowing his clothes, which were somewhat big on her. Not by much, but they fit more like pajamas; comfortable.

"It feels weird to be back here." Maeve said quietly, looking around it and shivering.

"No one's cleaned it up." Spencer stated, stepping in ahead of her as he expected Dianne to jump out and attack them.

"No one really knows I've stopped living here." Maeve reminded him. "The last person I talked to besides you was my parents just to let them know I was okay."

"Aren't you supposed to go have dinner with them tonight?" Spencer paused to let her lead the way to her bedroom.

"I was actually hoping you would come with me to meet them." She said, entering her room and pulling out some clothes to put in her bag. "We have been sleeping together for the past week."

"I'd be honored to meet them." He agreed, looking over the few pictures and decorations on her walls and plain dresser. She looked up and watched him wander the room.

"Are you profiling my room?" She asked, eye brow raised.

"I'm not trying to, but it's a bit of habit by now." He said, and looked back at her. "You had a dog as a kid?"

"Yep." She went over to stand next to him were there was a picture of her as a child hugging a large yellow lab. "His name was King, and he was pretty much my only friend growing up. Did you have any pets?"

"No. I used to want a pet when I was little, but I was too busy. I've thought about getting a fish a few times though, but who knows when I'd be called away on a case and not be able to feed it." Reid said absentmindedly. He could remember watching other kids in his neighborhood get puppies or kittens and listening to them talk about them all the time and how they would take care of the animal all by themselves, while he would sit there knowing that he would go home and take care of his mom. Maeve knew about Reid's mother and she knew his father left when he was still young and that he was bullied through most of his school years.

"Does your apartment allow pets?" She asked, causing him to raise an eyebrow suspiciously.

"They allow fish. And that's about it." He replied. She nodded, but didn't say anything else. She went back to throwing clothes in a suit case while Reid sat on her bed and looked around absentmindedly. He was really only there for support, since he had the day off and hadn't been called in on an emergency call yet.

After she got her clothes and a few small personal belongings they headed back to his apartment where he set to work in making room in his dresser for her clothes. It wasn't too hard, since most of his stuff was hanging in a closet instead and his dresser was pretty big. Then they sat on the couch for a while in silence, until Reid fell asleep followed shortly after by Maeve. They woke up from their nap around 5 in the evening, Reid waking up first and finding himself between her and the couch. At some point, she must've pushed him over in her sleep and laid down her him. She was also hugging his arm, which was bent at a rather uncomfortable angle.

He maneuvered himself around until he was laying flat on his back and freed his other arm, gently shaking her awake.

"Five more minutes." She mumbled sleepily, cuddling closer to him. Any other time, he would've enjoyed this. But he needed to use the bathroom and waiting five more minutes didn't seem like a good idea.

"Maeve, I need to get up." He said, shaking her again. She pushed herself up, not seeming to realize he was under her as she put a hand on his stomach and pushed herself up. He grunted in protest and she seemed to realize he was there and pulled her hand away.

"Sorry." She yawned and sat up while he pulled his legs out from behind her and pushed himself into a sitting position, taking a second before he stood up.

"It's five thirty. What time are we supposed to meet your parents for dinner?" He asked as he made his way to the bathroom.

"I told them six. I'll call them and let them know we'll be late." She answer, getting up and looking for her phone. After she called her parents she went into his room to get changed. He was already in there, buttoning up his shirt. At first glance, he looked like a serious buseiness man. But then you would look down and see his mis-matched colorful socks and the seriousness left.

"So why do you wear mismatched socks?" She asked, pulling on a nicer shirt.

"Why not?" He shrugged, pulling his anchor sock up on his left foot. One the right was a blue sock with red stripes.

It was about 45 minutes before they finally were sitting at a table in a middle class Italian restaurant with Maeve's parents across from them.

"So you're the boy keeping my daughter away from us?" Her father asked, his voice a little threatening.

"W-well, no, I'm not keeping her away, she's just staying with me." Reid was a little taken aback. While he had gotten that Maeve's father was protective from when he ahd watched his team question them, he hadn't realized he would be like this.

"Stop it, Joe, you'll scare him!" Her mother, Mary, scolded him, giving him a small smack on the arm.

"I think it'll take more than Dad to scare him." Maeve stated, shooting Reid a glance. Her parents didn't know he was a part of the team that had questioned them not too long ago.

"Well that's still no reason to be rude." Mary stated, glaring at her husband.

"I've been accused of much worse before, it's not a big deal." Reid shrugged.

"So you're a doctor, right? What do you specialize in?" Mary asked, turning her attention to Reid.

"I'm not an actual doctor by that definition, I have three Ph. Ds." He said. "But I do know how to deliver a baby."

"Three? What in the world kind of a job do you need three Ph. Ds in?" Joe asked, expression going from warning to shocked.

Reid shrugged. "Nothing, really. It was just something to pass time for a while."

"It's not easy to get those, don't you have to go school for six or seven years or something?" Mary asked.

Spencer shrugged again. He wasn't really liking being the center of attention, but at the same time, everyone likes bragging every once in a while.

"I graduated High school when I was 12, so I had plenty of time left before I could get a good job. So I got in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering." He explained. Maeve's parents looked at each other, then back at him.

"What exactly do you do for a living?" Joe asked.

"I work in the FBI." He said. "Behavioral Analysis unit."

"So you're one of the people who questioned us when Maeve's stalker got her?"

"Not exactly, but I was watching the conversation." He admitted. "I was the one who noticed she was missing."

It took a bit of explaining by Maeve, but her parents caught up finally in what had happened, from her looking at his brain scans to their weekly phone calls, and to him distracting Dianne long enough for his team to get up there and save Maeve. That had calmed Joe down a little, much to Spencer's relief.

"So the FBI, huh? What exactly does the unit you work for do?" Joe asked curiously.

"Study the behavior serial killers mostly, and use that to figure out why those victims, what causes them to kill, and who and where they'll strike next." Spencer explained.

"What made you want to be in the FBI?" Mary asked.

"I just did. It might have been because of a murder that happened a few blocks away from my house when I was child."

"Where'd you grow up?"

"Las Vegas."

"Are you a gambler?" Joe was once again giving him a warning look.

"No, but I have gambled before, but rather than money and in a casino, it's with my team and we're gambling snacks." Spencer stated. "Although I have gone undercover as a gambler and I have won quite a bit of money on the machines."

The waiter came and brought the pizza pie they had ordered, putting the pan in the center of the table. "Need anything else?"

"Garlic powder please." Mary said, and the waited nodded and left to go get it. Taking a slice of pizza, she asked, "So what do your parents do, Dr. Reid?"

Maeve and Spencer both frowned. That wasn't something he really liked to talk about.

"My dad's an accountant and my mom used to be a college professor."

"Used to? Did she retire or get a new job?"

"Kind of…" Reid paused when the waiter came back with the garlic powder and waited until he left. "She has schizophrenia. She stopped taking the medication when she was pregnant with me, and after I was born she stayed home with me. She was never steady enough to go back to work."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Mary frowned.

"No, it's alright. You wouldn't have known." He shook his head and took a bite of his slice. The rest of the meal was mainly small talk, nothing too heavy. Maeve told them she would be staying with Spencer for a while, and thankfully there wasn't any resistance from her parents. They ate most of the pizza and sent the leftovers home with Reid and Maeve.

"So, I was kind of thinking…" Maeve said as they pulled back up to the apartment.

"And?" Spencer prompted.

"I never got a chance to send a letter before my stalker got me, so you never read it. But in it, I promised to change your opinions on blindfolds."

"Okay…?"

"Maybe I change your opinion on them tonight." She shot him a look and it didn't take much profiling to figure out what she was suggesting.

"Uh, I've never-"

"It's never too late to learn, doctor. Come on." She took his head and lead him upstairs and into his apartment. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened, and in the end, Reid like blindfolds much better.

That was a very boring chapter. I apologize.

Give me some suggestions on what to happen next!

I already plan on making them parents at some point in this, but between then and now and during their time as parents what do you guys want to see happen?