Spencer and I had arrived at the drive-in with just enough time to get snacks and return to the car. I quietly sighed to try and slow my heart that had felt like it was going to beat straight through my chest, which is no good for me. The movies had started and we were deep, towards the end actually, of the final Back to the Future. Spencer would laugh at some of the technical science parts, the movie must have been wrong in some way for him to laugh or maybe it was just a joke I didn't get, and I would laugh at some of the more pop culture parts. On the outside looking in it looked like a terrible mismatch, but inside it couldn't have been more balanced.

As the credits began to roll I laid my head back on the head rest and sighed. I looked over to Spencer before saying, "I am having such a great time."

"You know, I am too. Before you joined the group I had terrible luck with getting the rest of the team to do things outside of work." He replied with a smile as he at some popcorn.

"Well then, it's a good thing I don't believe in luck." I stated as I took a drink of my soda.

Spencer smiled as the next movie began to play. There was eerie music as the opening credits rolled, it was storming in the movie as thunder clapped and lightning flashed. The scene cut away to a screaming man whose skin was melting down his face, his muscle slowly melting after it.

"No!" I exclaimed instantly putting my hands over my eyes, spilling my popcorn a little.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asked in alarm.

"I just can't watch this."

"You work for the BAU of the FBI and you can't watch this?" He was amused.

"I don't want to see it of I don't have to and you can't make me!" I laughed keeping my eyes covered from what hell the man in the movie was still screaming through.

"Do you want to leave?" He asked, I could vision him reaching for the keys.

"No, just…" I scooted closer to him and buried my face in his shoulder, "just tell me when the scene is over."

Spencer became very still, and I began to question if Morgan and Emily joking of him being a robot were true or not until he slowly wrapped his arm around my shoulders. It was a stiff arm and I wondered if his heart was beating as loud as mine…


SPENCER'S POV

I sat at my desk, trying to appear that I was seamlessly able to read the book in front of me, but I found myself flipping pages yet again only to keep up appearances. Only this time I knew I wasn't doing a very good job of it. My leg was shaking, every few seconds I would scratch my forehead to relief an itch that wasn't there, and I was breathing a little hard. I couldn't get my mind of Embreonna, which had become a new normal in my life, but this was different.

"Hey playa; how was the date with Embreonna last night?" Morgan asked as he walked by my desk and over to his own.

He set his go bag down next to his desk as he shrugged off his jacket, "It was hardly a date…" I replied looking back to my book.

"Oh it was a date, which you asked her out on, I remember. I was there." He smiled and walked over to the coffee pot and got himself a cup.

I don't get enough sleep for this… I looked through the windows of the round table room, Embreonna was there helping JJ with her added work load. She looked up for a moment and did a double take when she caught my eyes, smiling. I returned the smile and with an internal panic rushed over to Morgan, "S-she probably didn't see it as a date though, just something to do that night."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"…No." I answered honestly as I reached for the coffee pot.

"Well, tell me what happened." He suggested.

I swallowed hard, "Uhm I picked her up, we got there, and we got snacks…"

"Nuh-uh," Morgan cut off my ramble of a list, "When the movies started, what happened?"

"We watched…I laughed, she laughed…" I coughed, "then when one of the movies was starting, it freaked her out and she-she hid her face in my shoulder."

Morgan smiled widely, "My man, my man it was a date."

"You had a date?" I jumped slightly from the voice behind me, it was recognizably Rossi. I turned to face him to be greeted by I confused grin on his face, "with who?" He asked as he took a sip of his coffee he bought from the café down the street.

"Embreonna," Morgan said with a tone that could insinuate something that didn't happen.

"She probably didn't see it as a date," I repeated.

"But you do?" Rossi asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I-I don't know," My voice got involuntarily high.

"Why don't you ask her what she thinks?" Morgan asked.

I turned my back to the counter and looked to him, "Won't that make me seem…" I couldn't find the word.

"Confused? Yes. It's okay, she'd probably understand." Morgan chuckled.

"Well I can't just walk up to her…I wouldn't even know where to start…" I trailed off.

Rossi held up another coffee cup I hadn't even noticed he was holding and gestured for me to take it, "Here's a warm green tea I picked up for her, do me a favor and take it to her for me?" He asked.

My jaw fell open slightly as stared at the cup. What do I do? What do I say? "What do I say?" I asked the more concerning question of mine.

"You're smart, you'll figure it out." Rossi answered as he forced the cup into my hand.

I sighed heavily before turning for the round table room.

EMBREONNA'S POV

I sighed as I stacked some folders into one of JJ's piles she had worked up. She had left the room a few minutes ago, on a phone call for one of the cases, and had given me some simple instructions. Profile into groups and stack. It was a little tedious, but I was happy to help her out.

My focus was broken as Reid walked in closing the door behind him, "Hey Spencer," I greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, Rossi wanted me to give this to you." He said; it came out more as a question though, as he handed me a coffee cup.

I smiled as I took it from him and looked out to the bullpen. Rossi and Morgan were standing by the coffee pot looking in to me and Spencer. With a confused look on why he didn't bring it to me himself, I raised my cup to him in a thank you. He raised his in return as I took a drink and looked back to Spencer. The look on his face was a hot nervous mess.

"What's wrong?"

The flood gates opened. Spencer had begun talking the fastest I had ever heard him speak. I had to concentrate on what he was saying, but even then I could hardly understand what he was saying. I could only catch pieces, 'last night', 'wondering', 'date'. That was all I needed for my eyes to go slightly wide. I hadn't realized he considered it a date.

I hadn't. The only reason why was because he didn't say date when asked me like guys traditionally do, on the other hand, Spencer isn't the traditional type of guy. He was still talking miles a minute and had looked like the look on my face panicked him a little more.

I set my cup on the table and gave in to a few little nervous ticks; licking my lips, swallowing hard, biting my lip. I looked down to the floor and took a breath as I stepped towards him; he stopped talking as I looked up. I caught his eyes and held my breath as I took another step closer to him; it was enough to fill the gap between us. I raised my hands, shaking slightly, and held his face. Without another thought about it, my lips were pressed to his. It took a few seconds, but I was relieved when I could feel his lips push back against mine and his hand were holding my cheeks.


I don't know why it took me so long to post this, it only took a day to write. O.o SO Big step for Embreonna and Spencer! What do you think of the chapter? Where the story is going? Review please? Gosh this chapter is so important to me. -.- Nervous.