SPENCER'S POV

I was impatiently sitting at my desk waiting for Morgan to show up. I needed to talk to him about something Embreonna had said yesterday.

My impatience got the better of me as I stood up and walked over to the coffee pot. I refilled my cup tapping my foot in a quick rhythm, which turned out to be the Fibonacci sequence. I bit my lip as I added sugar and began to stir with a skinny red straw.

"Morning, Reid." Morgan greeted as he walked behind me, his to bag slung over his shoulder.

"Morgan!" I called hurrying after him, not before grabbing my coffee though.

"Whoa," Morgan exclaimed as I nearly ran into him and averting the small splash of coffee that didn't move with my cup, "where's the fire?" He asked, his face catching a grin.

"I-I need to talk to you, it's kind of important." I said drawing in a deep breath.

Morgan nodded, set his things down, and sat on the edge of the desk, "What's up?" He asked folding his hands on his lap, giving me his full attention.

I looked around as to make sure no one was listening. Thankfully, this is the FBI; everyone has more important things to do than to listen to Morgan and I talk. I swallowed hard and looked back to Morgan, who had remained motionless while I looked around, and sighed before saying, "It's about…girls."

Morgan raised his eyebrows and was trying to fight back a smile, "Really?"

"Well, a girl…" I corrected myself.

Morgan stopped fighting the smile as it fell to a grin, "Embreonna?"

"Uhm, can-can we not fixate on which girl?" I asked.

Morgan laughed lightly, "Alright, alright. So what is it about this girl?"

EMBREONNA'S POV

I pulled into the parking garage of work and sighed as I parked in my place. I was a little worried about facing Spencer today. The last time I saw him I told him that he was one of the reasons why I joined the FBI. Which wasn't a lie, he was, but I should have probably kept that bit of information to myself.

For the rest of the time that I had spent with him that day he didn't say much. When he would say something, it would come out all sputtery and nervous and he wouldn't make eye contact with me. I was on the fence about telling him and now that I can't take it back I know I shouldn't have told him.

I sighed as I gathered my things, locked my car and headed up to the bullpen. I stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the right floor. My heart pounded a little harder in my chest for every floor I passed. Spencer was already here, he always was at this time. The floor seemed so much higher today.

Finally it reached my floor and the doors parted. I held my breath and walked out of the elevator and to my desk. The plan was to go straight to my desk, make eye contact with no one, and try to at least look busy until we had a new case, which sadly in this world of raging psychopaths that I work in it shouldn't be long.

I set my things down at my desk and sat down with a slow sigh. I didn't have much to do at the moment so I got out a notebook and began to doodle. Though no matter how much I doodled I couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching me. I looked around, just in case, but didn't find the source of the feeling. That's the problem with a room full of people though.

Giving up on finding the source; I decided there has to be a better way to make my time pass. I got up and got some coffee to try and shake off some tiredness that still lingered in the back of my eyes. I yawned as I stirred in sugar and took a small sip. I shook of the rest of the yawn as I made way to sit with the coolest FBI tech I know.

"Garcia, Garcia; let down your long hair!" I said as I walked into her lair.

"My vision, what can I help you with?" She smiled as she turned to face me.

"Well, I felt like I was being watched. So I came here since it was probably you anyways." Garcia laughed as I sat next to her.

"If it was me, you wouldn't even have the feeling to let you know that someone is creeping on you. I could do it and get away with all of it." She stated raising an eyebrow.

I paused in mid leg crossing and looked to Garcia, "Really?" I asked.

"Really." She confirmed with a smirk.

"So how was your weekend?" I asked changing this suddenly creepy topic.

"You know; the same old…counseled a few families, shopped around for Henry, geeked out online; enough about my weekend. I heard through the grape vine that you went out with Reid. Spill." Garcia smiled crossing a leg over the other and she spun creepily in her chair to face me.

"We just…spent the day together is all..." I replied slightly shocked that she had already known that Reid and I had a day out. If there was a doubt in my mind before, there wasn't one know. Garcia had cameras all over town.

Garcia's eyes locked on mine searching for what I had just told her; the truth. Her eyes narrowed behind her glasses as she spoke, "Alright." She said as if she had to reassure herself. Lowly she started to turn back to check her monitors.

"Although…" I caught her attention and she quickly spun back to face me.

"Yes?" She asked with a grin.

"When I was with him, I think I said something I should've kept to myself." I stated with the room feeling degrees colder from this uncomfortable conversation.

I had fallen out of being use to having conversations like this. The only person I had talked to like this in a long time was Spencer and I surely can't talk to him about this…yet. Garcia is trustworthy -she did help save my life- she also wants everyone to be happy. So I know once I share this with her, she will do everything in her power to make a happy ending out of it. That's just the Garcia way.

"What?" She asked as her face showed a twinge of sadness.

I sat there biting my bottom lip, only for a moment, before telling Garcia the conversation between Spencer and me. Her face brightened as I told her the line that played over in my head. I needed to see you more. When she awed at me I began to wonder just how many grapes were on the vine she heard this through.