Sitting together in a side room, Garcia and Luke faced each other, both of their minds running a mile a minute, yet neither one saying a word. Finally, Luke spoke.

"Why do you keep running away from me? What did I do?" Luke searched her face for some notion of what he could have done to get on Garcia's bad side. OK, he knew her calling him Newbie was just playful hazing, and they had grown closer to each other, of that he was sure. He held her while she cried, and comforted her after a high speed chase that could have ended terribly.

"Nothing", Garcia said quietly. "I'm, I'm scared, Newbie, Alvez, uh!" She sighed, exasperated. "Luke. When Morgan was here, we had all this sexy, light hearted, lovable banter between us. I loved him; I still love him. And when he left, a piece of my heart left with him. And although there was never anything romantic between us", she looked away to avoid his burning stare, "I just don't know if I could ever really date or fall for someone here again."

"Again?" Luke asked.

"After Kevin; I've just seen so many…" Garcia trailed off, her eyes starting to water.

"I understand", Luke said, taking her hands in his. "I saw it too. Before being here at the BAU, I was in the field, kicking down doors, losing partners here and when I was overseas", he turned his head for a moment. When he turned back, his eyes shown of fresh unshed tears. "I choose to believe in what can be. And you can't tell me that there isn't something magnetic between us." He brought her hands to his face and kissed her palms. "One chance, Garcia", Luke said. "Just give us one chance."

"What if it's disastrous and we end up hating each other?" Garcia said.

Luke laughed. "After one date?" He chuckled again. "Then I'll got to Counter Terrorism."

"No you won't." Garcia chuckled. "Alright, Newb. One date. But it better be good!" She stood up and he followed suit. He pulled her close and kissed her softly.

"I'll knock your socks off", he said softly in her ear, then turned, whistling to himself as he walked away. Garcia stood planted, smiling brightly.

"You already have", she whispered before she collected herself and returned to the garden.

Spence looked down at his watch. "I didn't realize it was so late. I need to get going. I have a symposium in the morning."

Vi looked at her watch and frowned a bit.

JJ noticed Vi's face. "What's wrong, Vi?"

"I haven't had time to really do much since I moved here, and ", she looked around the yard, "it looks like my ride may have left without me and the buses have since stopped running."

"Oh no worries", JJ said. "I can…" she looked up and everyone including Spencer was violently shaking their head no. She recanted. "I'm sure someone can get you home."

"I live pretty far out", Vi said. "Anybody headed toward the east side?"

Everyone in the garden except for Spencer turned their heads, whistling softly.

"I am", Spencer said. He reached for her hand. "C'mon, I'll take you home", he said softly, with a light laugh in his voice.

Vi chuckled . "And are you going to going to turn into a dancing zombie, too?"

Spencer searched his mind for the reference while his team laughed heartedly. He smiled brightly when he got it and then leaned down towards Vi's ear. "Or a werewolf. Depends on what you're in the mood for." With Vi, his confidence was through the roof. Never before had the nerve to say and even do some of the things he was attempting tonight. His horizons were expanding and he liked it.

The drive to Vi's place was eerily quiet. As bold as he felt a little while ago, sitting next to her in a dark car, all alone, he was speechless. Vi broke the silence.

"What's the symposium on?" Vi said, turning sideways in her seat.

"The affects and effects of serotonin on serial killers", Spencer answered. "I try to stay on top on the latest information, especially when it pertains directly to my work."

"Interesting", Vi said. "I have a class tomorrow and then I'm free for the rest of the day." She smiled brightly at him and even in the dark, she could tell he was blushing.

Spencer made the turn on to a cul de sac. There was literally only one house on the road, set off in the back by itself. Tall trees loomed around it and the wooded area off to the side made it a perfect setting for the back drop for an episode of American Horror Story.

"A bit spooky, huh?" Vi said happily, opening her door. She shut her door, and stood still, closing her eyes and letting the night wind wash over her. "I love it out here. So secluded, so incredibly quiet."

"And perfect for a murder", Spencer said, coming around to her side. "It's a perfect place for an unsub to be hiding." He pointed to the woods. "You'd never see or hear them coming."

"Is that all you see?" Vi said. She started toward her door. The steps creaked as she walked up them and the porch swing rocked by itself. "Spencer", she said taking his hand. "Everyone is not out to get you."

He squeezed he hand. "I know. But sometimes, it feels that way." He watched as she opened the door. "Are you good?" he said, after she turned on the porch light.

"Yeah", she said, leaning on door frame of the open door. "Um. Spencer?"

"Yeah?" he said.

"You wouldn't want to come in for a while, would you? Maybe for some coffee or a cup of tea?" Vi said hopefully.

Spencer wrung his hands together. He knew the answer to this question. He also knew he was going to have to lie to her.

"That's sounds really nice", he said. "But I really do need to get up early." He leaned forward and kissed her on the worry lines on her forehead. "Good night, Vi."

"'Night, Spencer." She closed the door to her house quickly, and watched from the bay window as he quickly walked back to his car. He sat in his car for what seemed like at least five minutes before he drove away.

Spencer would have like nothing more than to go inside and look around in what he had to have guessed was at least a century old house. But it wouldn't have been right. He needed to go slow with his feelings for Vi. And staying there would not have qualified as slow. He hoped his next move would make up for her disappointment.

Vi got a text as soon as she saw his car pull off.

Is 1pm ok? Could we do lunch?

Vi smiled and let off a short but high pitched giggle/scream. Yes! She hadn't scared him off. She took a deep breath, and returned the text.

I'll be here. And I'll be ready.