"What'd he say?" She asked as if she were looking at a bundle of puppies.

"Nothing." I replied.

I busted her bubble, "Nothing?" She repeated.

"For like…ten minutes. Then the rest of the time he was nervous."

"He's always nervous though." Garcia said trying to find a silver lining.

"Not with me! Spencer hasn't been nervous with me in a long time; before then anyway." I sat back in my chair.

She smiled weakly as she turned to face the wall of screens behind her. After a quick glance she turned back around, "You do have to consider he's not use to hearing that from the ladies." She said as she raised an eyebrow.

"How many other ladies have had dreams about him?" The words rolled out of my mouth before I could stop them. My eyes went wide as I looked anywhere but Garcia.

It felt like my body wanted me to breathe faster as my pulse raced through me. I've officially admitted to having some sort feelings for Spencer that were more than friendly. I have been forcing the feelings away from myself, let alone everyone else, from not knowing in the slightest how he feels about me. I held my breath as I met Garcia's gaze.

Her brow was raised and her mouth was dropped, with a smile tugging at her lips. Let out a slow sigh through the grit of my teeth as a smile slowly took over.

"So…"

"How many?" She asked.

"Just the one."

"When?"

"The last case, on the jet ride home."

A knock on the door got our attention, "Hey, we got a new case." Prentiss leaned in the room holding onto the door frame.

"Alright, I'll be right there." I stated as I stood up with a smile.

Prentiss returned the smile and headed for the round table room. I turned back to Garcia and my smile faded, "Tell no one." I commanded with a new form of panic in my eyes that I haven't felt since middle school.

Garcia's smile turned amused, "I won't. Now shoo, we have people to save." She stated as she turned to face the screens.

I sighed as silently as I could before heading to the round table room. (A/N: That's fun to say…round table room.)

We boarded onto the jet after finding out we were after an unsub; who is killing off families and who might have something to do with the Russian Mob. This guy had a lot going on in the killing world.

From the short time that I have arrived to work today, to getting on the jet, I've been finding myself avoiding Spencer. In little ways, to say the least, I wouldn't make eye contact with him or I wouldn't let myself be alone with him for very long. The awkward silence I felt was enough to drive me out of the BAU let alone the room we would be in. So instead of Spencer I sat next to Rossi as Morgan tried to get a card game going. That's what I loved about not briefing on the jet, we had enough time to get a small break and salvage what we had of ourselves before diving into this world.

"You in, Embreonna?" Rossi asked passing the card to Morgan.

I looked from out the window over to them, "Uhm, yeah. Deal me in."

SPENCER'S POV

I sat with my back to the wall on the couch portion of the seats. One foot on the floor and that leg rested on the other one; the one on the floor had begun to bounce on its ball as I tried to focus on the book I was trying to read. My eyes had a mind of their own at the moment as they shifted from my book to Embreonna, she had been avoiding me. I didn't mean for the situation we were in to turn out this way, but she has surprised me when she told me that one of the reasons she had joined the FBI was because of me.

I may have been out of school for a while, but my experience with girls then were…none I wanted to remember to say the least. What I wanted to say, what I should have said, was that I was glad she did.

I swallowed hard and looked back to my book, of which I couldn't seem to get past the second chapter. The pages I did turn I could barely remember from not reading them all the way; I had been turning pages to keep up appearances. One thing we didn't need was for the team to be worried about me in the back of their minds while we were after a serial killer.

I sighed and turned another page. I was little worried that one of them would notice; even trying to look like I was okay was difficult with Embreonna on my mind. The talk I had with Morgan before the briefing helped, in the sense that I knew what I had to do about it. What I don't know; how I am going to do it. However that may be it has to wait until after the case...which can be many days.

The jet landed, breaking me from my train of thought, as we all started to put our things away. We got into ort cars, Embreonna in one and me in the other, and headed to the police station. I slowly let out a breath watching the town pass outside as we drove through town. Later tonight I have to get Embreonna to talk to me so I could make everything right; make it how it's supposed to be. The car pulled to a stop and the engine cut off, "We're here." Morgan said catching my attention.

I nodded and got out with the rest of the team making our way into the police station. I swung my messenger bag over my shoulder and walked with my hands in my pockets. We were greeted at the door by the chief of police; he gave us a place to set up and went to get the case evidence boxes for us. When he got back with them the boxes Hotch gave us our assignments for the moment.

"Morgan, Reid; go to the city morgue and take a closer look at the bodies. Embreonna and Rossi; go to the crime scenes, take a look around. Prentiss and I will question families." The team quickly departed to Hotch's command. Morgan and I got into an SUV and headed for the morgue.

"Is it me or has Embreonna been avoiding you all day?" Morgan asked looking to me and back to the road.

I sighed, "Yeah, she's avoiding me." I replied staring ahead.

"When are you going to talk to her?" He asked as we took a turn onto the town's main highway.

"Tonight, if I get the chance."

"Good, it's weird when you two aren't talking." Morgan stated as we pulling into the morgue parking lot.

"You don't have to tell me."

EMBREONNA'S POV

After a long day, Hotch had sent us to our hotel for the night. I had already changed into my pajamas and was sitting on my bed, leaning back against the head board, watching some TV. I pulled out my pony tail letting my hair fall over my shoulders. I flipped through the channels; it seemed that everything happened to be on commercial.

A knock at the door pulled my concentration, what little there was, off of the TV. I looked to the door as I turned off the TV. I sighed, a small one, as I got up to answer the door. I ran a hand through my hair as I looked out the peep hole.

Dr. Smarty Pants.

I took a step back as if I had been caught doing something illegal. I was sure he wanted to talk to me about why I had been avoiding him; and it isn't like I could pretend to be asleep, he would've been able to hear the TV turn off. "Okay…okay." I whispered to myself as I unlocked the door. When I opened the door I looked up to Spencer and got caught in his gaze.


I'm sorry this took so long to update! I've been working on a lot of things and dealing with a few self issues. Hopefully I didn't loose anyone! Review please! :3