"Hey Spence." JJ gently nudged him awake. "We're here."

Spener rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Sorry."

"No worries." JJ laughed. "Guess you didn't get much sleep last night."

Spencer climbed out of the car, grabbing his satchel. "Not really. I had to pack and pay bills."

"Well, try not to nap on the plane. The just out of bed look is soooo out this season." JJ laughed.

"Thanks for the advice." Spencer pulled his suitcase out of the trunk. "Any more wise words?"

"Two things. Be yourself. Spencer Reid, Neurotic Boy Genius, didn't scare her off the first time."

"You think I'm neurotic."

"You stutter when you have to talk in front of large groups."

"I haven't stuttered in months."

"Okay, true. But you did. But my point is that you aren't Mr Rico Suave. And you aren't all Hollywood charm with a girl on your arm all the time - and a different girl each week. But that's what Lila likes about you. You're honest and real. So just be that. Be yourself and be honest with her. Don't be afraid to tell her that you've been on one date your whole life."

"With a co-worker that said yes out of pity."

"I said I was sorry about that. But I knew how hard it was for you to do it and I didn't want to crush you. If I did, you might never ask another girl out."

"You never said anything to Morgan right?"

"We had a deal. Nothing to anyone." JJ looked at her watch. "You better get going. Do you have your id, your tickets?"

Spencer pulled the items out of his satchel. "Yes Mother." His comment earned him a playful slap on the arm. "And I packed the clothes you suggested."

"Good, then maybe you won't look like an FBI agent all the time. Which is actually number two?"

"What is?"

"Last time, you couldn't . . . act on your instincts. Because of the job." JJ grinned at Spencer's confused look. "Yes I know about the kiss. This time you don't have that to worry about. Yes you are there to be a technical advisor, totally contrived set-up that that is, but you aren't there as an agent so if the urge hits you to kiss Lila again, go for it. I slipped something in your suitcase in the event that any other urges hit you."

"What?"

"Figure it out, genius." JJ pushed him toward the terminal door. "And if you need anything else, call."

"Thanks, JJ."

Spencer stopped in the door and turned around. "JJ, wait." He pulled his keys out of his bag and tossed them to JJ. "Box 115."

"It's covered. I'll see you Sunday."