The two young adults sat together, a comfortable silence floating around the table as they each sipped their coffee.

Briana had yet to get settled in to the city all that well, so she was more than pleased when Spencer brought her here. She was expecting some kind of Starbucks, but this place, it was nice and relaxed. There were some people of middle age sitting scattered, some reading the newspaper, others books and others still just thinking or people watching. As a nice balance, Bri noticed the presence of a few teenagers, either reading their own books, on their laptops or doing homework. Everyone was happily in their world, no one bothering each other.

The soft hum of a coffee maker roaring to life filled the other-wise silent room with soothing background noise. Both Briana and Spencer glanced up to see a young man- probably twenty and working to pay for some college loans- hold a Grande sized paper cup to the milk-frother. His red curls bounced under the dark peach ball cap when he jumped back, the milk leaping out of the cup and onto his matching peach apron. The two agents chuckled quietly at the demonstration before turning to each other. They made brief eye contact before Briana quickly looked away, her cheeks burning slightly.

Wait. Why am I blushing?

She glanced back up and saw him giving her an adorably innocent smile.

Oh yeah, that's why.

"So, what's your story?"

Briana looked at her company, her face riddled with confusion.

"What story?"

Spencer smiled softly. "I don't know. What's your family like? How did you come to the BAU? How did you get placed on this team? Stuff like that."

"Why do you think I'd answer any of that?" She inquired with an impressed smirk. She didn't expect this guy to be so direct.

"You seem like an open person." He answered easily.

"Well, you hit that one on the nose." She laughed. "My family is nice, I guess. We've had our tests, but who hasn't?"

Spencer mentally scoffed. Damn right.

"I never really imagined myself working for the government, though." She admitted honestly, "I didn't apply until my senior year of college. The BAU specifically because I love to study people. I know I'm not a profiler by job title, but let's face it, every in the BAU is a profiler to some degree." Spencer nodded in agreement.

"And what about the job transfer?" He asked, knowing full-well that she had to have been in a different job before getting assigned to them. They didn't let just anyone in Quantico.

He watched with some concern and guilt when a dark aura fell over her face.

"Some, uh, personal issues were getting in the way of my job." She explained softly, "I heard about the opening and broke my pen signing up so fast."

Spencer got the hint and let the topic drop. So he just watched her. The dim lighting gave her pale skin a soft, almost heavenly, glow. Her wine colored hair was set aflame and the mimic candle-light accented the specks of silver in her eyes.

Letting his mind get away from him, Spencer imagined her lying under him, the warm glow of a dancing fire illuminating the beauty. He could see the lust and ecstasy in her darkened eyes, her lips parted slightly to allow the soft, musical pants to escape as he brought her closer to Wonderland than she had ever been as a child.

"Spencer." The musical voice whispered in delight. "Spencer. Spence."

"Spencer!"

The lightly agitated voice brought him back to reality. Noticing that his pants were getting uncomfortably tight, Spencer tried to get his mind off of the images by addressing the voice. It didn't work.

"What about your story?" The amused woman asked.

"Oh, uh," He stuttered, trying to clear the fog from his mind, "Well, I don't really have much of a biological family, I guess. My mother isn't well- she never really was. I took care of her for as long as I could, but when I turned eighteen I finally accepted that I had to admit her into a hospital." He told her quietly.

"Where was your dad during all of this?" She asked with genuine interest.

"He left us when I was ten. It just all became too much for him to handle."

The look in her eyes as a response to this rivaled those of some of the most hardened killers Reid had ever met.

"In reference to my choice of joining the BAU," He continued with a blunt change of subject, "I was approached by a man- my future mentor- Jason Gideon. After he told me about the job offer, I did some individual research and it just all seemed like the place for me. And evidently, the family I've met here almost makes up for the lack thereof from my childhood."

The smile Briana gave him warmed him more than his coffee did and he couldn't help but smile back. From the corner of his eye, Spencer noticed one of the teenagers check something (what he assumed was the time) on their phone and start packing up to leave. In response, Spencer checked his watched and noticed that it was almost nine. Not too late, but they did have work tomorrow.

"We should probably get going." He said quietly, standing up to pull on his coat and scarf. Accomplishing this task with record speed, Spencer helped Briana out of her chair. She took the hand he offered with a smile and gracefully rose out of the seat, lifting her dark purple, wool peacoat off the back of the chair and yanking it on, wrapping her navy blue scarf around her neck and grabbing her coffee. She walked around the table and to the door, Spencer picking up his own cup of coffee and following quickly.

They got outside and were treated with a blast of cold air. Briana hunched her shoulders and laced her free arm through Spencer's, pulling the two of them closer together. Spencer took a sip of coffee to cover the blush he felt coming.

The two were walking down the third floor hallway, their arms separated but each standing closer to the other than needed. They had ditched their coffee cups in a trash can a few blocks ago and both of them were trying to keep their hands busy- Spencer put his in his pockets, Briana decided to play with a ponytail band- to keep from reaching for each other.

During their walk home, the two of them had talked about anything that came to mind. Random stories from Briana's high school years, stories about the team from before Briana was on, and just basically everything to help them get to know each other better. Favorite colors, worst fears- though Bri refused to explain her fear of elevators- and stories about their parents.

"My dad took me with him to his office one day when I was around seven," Spencer told with a dreamy look in his eyes, and Briana knew instantly how much he missed those kind of moments with his family, "I swear, I feel in love with the spinning chair," He laughed, "My dad had his assistant bring in another one for me so he could sit back at his desk. I spent hours just spinning and playing with the adjusters. Eventually I dismantled the entire chair and everyone in the office watched in amazement when I put it back together."

Briana had to laugh at the images of a younger Spencer finding such childlike joy in something so simple. And then ,of course, letting his true genius colors show through.

"My dad took me, my brother and my friend to some caves once," She started with a smile, "My brother went all Spiderman and was climbing all over the walls to avoid walking through the water. Being his little sister, I made fun of him the entire time. Well, while I was focusing on him and not trying to see through the muddy water, I didn't notice the rock that I was about to trip over."

She was interrupted by Spencer trying to repress a laugh.

"By the time we got into the light of day, I looked like some creature from a bad horror movie." She laughed.

But now, there were no more stories. Now, it was the two of them standing in front of her apartment door, their oh-so-good-friend silence accompanying them.

"So."

"So."

"Uhhh," Spencer tried, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," She agreed, also at a lose of what to do. She didn't want the date to be over, but there wasn't much else they could do. "I'll meet you in the lobby at seven?" She asked in regards to their carpooling.

"Yeah, yeah." Spencer agreed nervously.

And so they stood, silent again.

And then they kissed.

Spencer had swallowed his fears and dove in, his lips finally meeting her ever plump and soft ones. She seemed shocked at first, but soon fell into the kiss, and eagerly returned it. Granted, it was a little sloppy- neither knowing the other's rhythm yet- but it was breathtaking nonetheless.

The images of his mini-fantasy at the coffee shop coming back and sending all of his blood south, Spencer pulled away before he lost all control.

"So, uh," He panted, his breaths just as heavy as her own, "I'll s-see you tomorrow. Goo...goodnight, Briana."

With a smile that easily took over her face, Briana replied, "Goodnight, Spencer. Sweet dreams"

He smiled back and turned to walk to the elevator. He pressed the 'up' button and turned his body in a way to be sure that Briana wouldn't see the evidence of just how sweet his dreams would be.

Derek Morgan leaned against the outside wall of some faceless store three blocks from Reid's, and what he assumed was Parker's, apartment building.

So Reid was the guy she had plans with tonight, and Parker was the new tennate that Pretty Boy had a crush on.

Morgan scoffed. Some profiler you are, smart one.

With a smile, Morgan shoved himself off of the brick wall and hailed a cab. He told the driver his address and leaned back against the seat.

Derek couldn't help but be happy for his Pretty Boy, the kid had finally found someone that he could have a semi-healthy relationship with. Not like those two girls from before- what were their names, Lily and Ashton?-and not like Haley and Hotch. That was one thing that attracted Morgan to Parker: she'd understand the job. Hell, she's on the job.

But, if Spencer wants her, Morgan wasn't about to get in the way. Tomorrow he would apologize to Parker and try to build a friendship with her, but nothing more. He had seen them walking all cozy-close together and laughing at something, and he wanted to see the both of them happy like that as often as possible.

But that doesn't mean he won't have a little brotherly fun.

Whipping out his phone, Morgan sent a quick text to the younger agent.

Guess who I saw 2nite ;)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, the freaky class times and the shitload of out-of-class work that a higher education calls for has totally messed with my mind. I'll try to update a little bit more often, but don't expect a lot and please understand the stresses of attending college (especially three years sooner than all of your friends :P)

I have a new story choice up for my poll. The title and summary are on my profile with all of the others. The story itself and really depressing and contains (focuses on, really, in the first half) mentions of rape, self-mutilation and suicidal tendencies. But it has a moral and makes a point and is really just all about how Spencer helps a young woman who was fucked over by life ten years ago and never got over it find herself, and her dreams, again.

Love you all, and again, sorry for the late update. Please vote in the poll and if you can't or want to change your vote, PM me.

Peace out :-X