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When Amelia woke up the next morning to open the coffee shop, she was already excited about the date. She was ready to spend time with Spencer and get to know him better. She thought that he was incredibly interesting, and she wanted to know everything about him. The day was going to drag by because she was looking forward to dinner, so she tried to stay as busy as possible all day.

"Mornin' Amelia." Jason crooned, leaning against the counter as he waited on Jessica to grab his drink for him. She looked up from her clipboard that she was counting inventory on, and gave him a quick smile.

"Morning, Jason." She averted her eyes back to the clipboard, her eyes skimming over the numbers quickly.

"Something on your mind? You seem .. off." He asked Amelia, giving her a concerned look. She shook her head at him, wishing that Jessica would hurry up with his drink.

"I'm fine, don't worry about little ol' me." She retorted, making him chuckle.

"I just can't help it." He said, giving her a wink. Normally, that wink would make any other girl weak in the knees, but not Amelia. Her mind was focused on two things- her job and Spencer Reid. While Jason was attractive, he really wasn't her type of guy. Too cocky, too full of himself.

"She's too excited about her date tonight to think about anything else." Jessica said, sliding the cup into Jason's hand and nudging her boss with her elbow.

"Shush! Go make drinks." Amelia exclaimed, her cheeks growing red with embarrassment. Jason raised his eyebrows at her.

"You have a date?"

"I do. Why is that so hard to believe?" She scoffed, and he raised his hands up defensively.

"It's just surprising. I mean, this is the first time you've went on a date since I met you, and I mean, c'mon. You had to notice that I was attracted to you." Amelia let out a nervous giggle, mentally cursing Jessica for opening her big mouth.

"That's flattering, Jason, really it is. But-." He held up a hand to cut her off in the middle of her sentence.

"Don't worry, I understand. If this relationship doesn't work out, I get to take you out next." He told her, dropping a few bucks in the tip jar and walking off with his coffee. Amelia groaned, running her hand over her face in exasperation.

"I could kill you right now." She told Jessica, glaring at her intensely. The young girl just smiled innocently and kept making the drinks, while Heather continued taking orders, a smirk on her face.


While Spencer's eyes continuously flickered across the pages in front of him, his mind wasn't really focused on what he was reading. He was nervous for his date with Amelia, and he was embarrassed to admit that he hadn't really been an any actual dates. He graduated high school when he was 12 years old, so he couldn't have dated any in high school, and college was the same way. His leg shook anxiously underneath the desk.

"Reid, you okay?" JJ asked, giving him a concerned look. He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, debating on if he should ask her for advice or not. In the end, he nodded.

"I'm fine, just thinking." She didn't look like she believed him, but she didn't question it. He closed his file and pushed himself away from his chair, going to Aaron's office. He knocked hesitantly on the door frame.

"Reid. Something wrong?" Hotch asked, surprised to see the young agent.

"Nothing's wrong. I just needed some .. advice." He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Hotch raised an eyebrow, urging Reid to continue. "I've got a date tonight, and I'm not sure what to do."

"What do you mean? You don't know what to wear?" Hotch tried to clarify, but Reid shook his head.

"I'm not sure what to wear, how to act, anything." Reid admitted, hanging his head slightly. "I wanted to take her to 'Giuseppe's', that really nice Italian place."

"That's a nice place, I've taken Haley there a few times and she loved it. Just wear nice pants, a tie and a jacket. It's not a strict dress code, they just prefer that you dress nicely. Act how you normally act, she obviously likes you for who you are. If she didn't, she wouldn't have agreed to go on a date with you."

Reid gave his boss a small smile. "I just don't want to mess this up. I don't go on dates very often. Actually, I don't remember the last time that I went on a date." His cheeks burned with embarrassment. Hotch shook his head.

"Just be yourself. I promise, it'll be fine. Open the door for her, pull out her chair for her. Women appreciate the little gestures." Hotch assured him, and Reid nodded. He stood up, thanking his boss for his advice. "Spencer? Why did you come to me for advice?" Hotch asked.

"You're the only one here that's married, so you're doing something right. Plus, I knew that you wouldn't make fun of me." Hotch gave Reid a genuine smile.

"My door is always open if you need it." Reid smiled back and headed back to his desk, feeling less nervous about his date.


Amelia closed the shop quickly that evening at five o'clock, counting the money and ensuring that everything was taken care of before she left. The baristas had already left, and she was locking up when her phone rang. 'Spencer Reid,' flashed across the screen, and she answered with a smile on her face.

"Spencer, hello." She said, walking to her car and fumbling with her keys.

"Hello, Amelia. I was curious, where did you want me to pick you up from tonight?" She hadn't even thought about that.

"I can send you my address and you can pick me up from my apartment, if that's okay? Just curious, do you drive? Because I can pick you up if I need to." She offered. She assumed that he had his license, but she had only seen him riding the Metro.

"I can drive, I just prefer not to. Tonight, is an exception, I can't let you pick me up for our first date." He retorted, making her giggle.

"But the second date is fair game." She joked, and he laughed with her.

"Exactly. But that sounds good, just text me your address and I'll be there at 7."

She hung up the phone and pulled out of the parking lot, heading to her apartment complex. When she arrived home, she locked the door behind her and texted Spencer her address and began getting ready. She knew that she still had two hours until their date, but she was too excited.

Amelia took a shower, shaved her legs, and she even took the time to sit down and paint her toenails a light pink color. That only took 30 minutes, however, so she flopped on the couch with an exasperated sigh. After flipping through the television channels and finally stopping on a rerun of a doctor's show that she had already seen, it was finally six o'clock.

Amelia rarely ever wore makeup, she wasn't a huge fan of it. It took too long to put on, it was expensive, and she never had the energy to take it off. But, tonight was a special night for her. Even though she was only 23 years old, dating had never been a big part of her life. Sure, she had gone on a few dates in high school, and she went to her junior and senior prom with two guys, but it was never a priority. She had only been kissed once, and she had to admit, it wasn't even that great of a kiss.

She applied a little eyeliner and mascara, which made her blue eyes look even brighter than they already were. She went through the dresses in her closet before deciding on a little black dress with elbow length sleeves. It was snug around her chest and bottom, but it wasn't skin-tight. The neckline was V-shaped, but it only revealed a little cleavage and wasn't too scandalous. Amelia dug through her shoes, deciding on a pair of short black pumps. Heels weren't her thing either, but she knew that they made her behind look good and she wanted to impress Spencer tonight. Her red hair hung past her shoulders in bouncy waves.


A few minutes before 7, her phone vibrated on the table.

'I'm here, but wasn't sure which apartment you're in.'

'4C.' She responded back to him, and a minute later there was a knock on her door. She looked through the peephole, being cautious like always, and unlocked the door. Spencer was standing there with a single white rose, looking incredibly nervous. He was wearing a pair of nice black pants and a black jacket, with a red shirt underneath. "Thank you!" She exclaimed as she took the rose from him, grabbing a little vase to put it in.

"You're welcome. I wasn't sure which rose to get you, but I decided on white. I thought that they were fitting, because white roses represent a new beginning and innocence, which just seemed like perfect fit for us. Are you ready to go?" He asked, and she grabbed her purse off the table and took his arm that he was offering for her.

They walked downstairs to Spencer's car, which was a Volvo Amazon. He opened the door for her and she happily slid inside the vehicle, and he hopped into the driver's seat. "So, where are we going?" Amelia asked, too impatient to wait.

"Amelia, it's supposed to be a surprise. It's in DC though, so it's going to be a long drive." He scolded her playfully, and she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest playfully.

You'll come to learn that I'm very impatient, Mr. Reid." She said, nudging his arm with her elbow. He laughed and shook his head at her.

"I'd like to learn everything about you." He told her, his voice quiet. Amelia blushed fiercely, and she looked at him through her lashes. "I forgot to tell you this, but you look beautiful." The passion in his voice was evident, and she gave him a smile.

"And you look really handsome. I'm lucky to be going out with you." She said, and he let out a strangled little laugh.

"Lucky? I think I'm the lucky one, here." When Spencer pulled into 'Giuseppe's', Amelia smiled.

"Spencer, we didn't have to come somewhere this fancy." He shook his head.

"It's no problem. I wanted to take you somewhere nice." Their reservations were at 8, and it was 7:55 when they entered the restaurant. Amelia's apartment and her coffee shop, along with the BAU headquarters, were in Quantico. Spencer's apartment was in DC, which was around fifty minutes away. "Two, under Reid." He told the maƮtre d', who nodded and led them to their table.

Amelia slid into the seat as Spencer sat across from her, and he groaned. "I was supposed to pull your chair out for you." Amelia smiled and put her hand on top of his.

"Spencer, don't worry about it. It's not a big deal." He looked flustered due to her touch, but he gave her hand a little squeeze. The waiter come over with their menus, and Spencer looked at her.

"Do you want some wine?" She skimmed the list of drinks for a moment and nodded.

"Red wine, please. And a glass of water to go with it, please." She requested, and Spencer agreed.

"Make that two, please."

"Can I see some ID?" The waiter asked, and Spencer almost choked on his saliva. Amelia giggled and handed the waiter her ID, which he looked over and handed back to her. Spencer did the same, groaning inwardly this time.

"I can't believe that we just got carded." He said.

"You have to admit, we do look pretty young." She said, shrugging. "Actually, how old are you?" She asked, leaning her chin into the palm of her hand.

"I just turned 24 in October." He told her, remembering how he had asked JJ to go to the Redskins game with him. He didn't care for football, or for any sport in general, but he had wanted to take her out. It all seemed so insignificant now. "You're, what? 22?" He asked.

"Good guess, Mr. Reid. I turn 23 in May." The waiter came back with their wine and waters, and he carefully poured them two glasses of red wine.

"Are you ready to order?" Spencer ordered a basic Italian dish, chicken parmesan, and Amelia ordered spinach and ricotta cheese stuffed shells. The water took their menus and came back with a basket of breadsticks and sauce.

"So, what made you want to open your own coffee shop?" Spencer asked, watching as Amelia broke a piece of her breadstick and dipped it in the sauce before popping it into her mouth. He liked her lips. The top lip was thin, but her bottom lip was thicker, and he was entranced as he watched her talk.

"I always wanted to open my own business, and I've always loved coffee. I had originally wanted to be a wedding planner, but I changed my mind after I graduated. Now, tell me about the BAU. It's probably so much more interesting than my coffee shop. Tell me about your team." She suggested, wanting to keep Spencer talking. She liked his voice.

"We have our chiefs, Aaron Hotchner and Jason Gideon. Then we have the other agents, which include Derek Morgan, Elle Greenway, and Jennifer Jareau, but we call her JJ. And Penelope Garcia, our technical analysist." He described each of their personalities and ticks, and when he spoke about Derek, he described the teasing and jokes he made at Spencer's expense.

"Spence, I don't think he wants to be mean. I think he's just trying to be funny." She reassured him, taking a bite of her stuffed shells. "Did you want to try some of this?" She offered, pushing her plate towards him. He reached over with his fork and stabbed a shell before popping it into his mouth. He offered her a bite of his food, and she was surprised. She knew that he was a germaphobe, and he was going out of his comfort zone with her. She ate a piece a chicken off his plate and grinned. "The food is so good here." She moaned, continuing to eat her shells. Once her plate was empty, she pushed it away, sighing.

Spencer had finished his food as well, and he was stuffed. "Could I interest either of you in dessert?" The waiter asked, and when the pair declined, he dropped the check on the table. They both reached for it at the same time, and Spencer gave her a scandalized look.

"You are not paying for dinner. I asked you on this date, and you're not paying." She sighed, pulling out her wallet anyway.

"Can't we split it?" She asked, but the glare that he gave her made her huff. "I'll at least leave the tip." She bargained, and he finally agreed. She dropped a $10 bill on the table after Spencer paid the bill, and the two walked outside. Since it was January, it was cold outside, and Amelia shivered. She forgot to grab her jacket out of her closet, and she was regretting it. Spencer didn't notice it at first, but when he did, he quickly removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulder. She smiled gratefully at him, and her fingers brushed against his.

He interlaced their fingers and squeezed her hand gently. He opened the car door for her again, closing it once she was in there.


When they arrived back at her apartment, he walked her to her door. "Do you want to come inside?" She offered, unlocking the door and stepping inside. He hesitated only for a moment before he stepped inside, watching her as she kicked off her heels. He glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing that it was already 11:30. They ended up driving around DC for a little longer than planned, just enjoying each other's company, and now he didn't want to drive back. "Hey, Spencer?" Amelia asked, leaning against the wall in front of him. He swallowed nervously, his eyes raking over her body. Even though it wasn't intentional, she looked incredibly sexy, still in her tight dress and bare feet. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and he felt his stomach tightening as he tried to look away from the short hem of her dress.

"Yeah?" His voice was raspy, and he winced when he realized how obvious it was.

"It's getting really late. Do you just want to stay here tonight? Not, together, of course." She said, her face burning red with a blush. His own face was burning red, and she couldn't meet his eyes.

"That .. uhm. That would be okay. I have an overnight bag in my car because I never know when we'll get a case. Let me go get it really quick." He told her.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, so just lock up when you come back up?" She said, and he nodded, walking out of the apartment. He quickly grabbed his bag and went back upstairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He shut the door and locked it behind him, sitting his bag on the floor and sitting awkwardly on the couch. He could hear the water running in the bathroom, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't thinking about her in the shower.

She came out of the shower a few minutes later in a baggy shirt and a pair of shorts, with her red hair wrapped up in a towel. "If you wanted to take a shower, feel free." She offered, and he decided to go take a quick shower. He hated feeling dirty, and he needed to put on clean clothes. Amelia grabbed him clean towels and gave them to him, smiling as he went into the bathroom. When he finished in the bathroom, he came out to find her setting up a little bed on the couch. "I was going to take the couch and let you have my bed." She informed him, but he wasn't going to let her get away with it.

"Amelia, sleep in your own bed. I'll be fine on the couch. I sleep on a jet the majority of the time, so the couch is not a problem." She sighed, letting him sit on the couch beside her.

"I had a great time tonight." She told him, looking up at her through her eyelashes.

"Me too." He smiled at her, nervously pushing a piece of his wet hair behind his ear. She licked her lips, wanting to lean in and kiss him, but she didn't want to rush anything.

"I'm going to go to bed, Spence. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen and watch television if you want. It won't bother me." She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and walking to her bedroom, shutting the door halfway behind her.

He leaned against the back of the couch, placing a hand on his cheek where she kissed him. He was so lucky.

A/N: There was the first date! I hope everyone liked it! Thank you all for the reviews and favorites/follows. I'm glad that people are liking the story. ahowell1993 gave me the idea to have Spencer go to Hotch for advice, and I really liked the idea! Please drop some reviews, let me know what you think! I really want to do a chapter with the whole Lila Archer fiasco, so that will come soon. Then, I'll move onto season two. Thanks for reading guys! XoXo, Abagail.