"I wanna do something for her," Reid said into his empty apartment.
The disagreement between Wilkins and himself had ended in laughter, and neither of them could decide how it had started to begin with.
Reid had woken up early that morning, and was calmly pouring his coffee; he didn't really know why he had said that.
"Ok, I'm losing my mind,"he said to himself.
No you're not, his conscience whispered. You like her, like her.
"I do not," he said, literally shaking the thought out of his mind. "I like her as a friend."
Why are you lying to yourself, Spencer? You've got a stupid little school-boy crush on her, admit it.
"I do not!" he yelled, slamming his coffee cup onto the table, in doing so accidently letting a little spill. He looked around as if someone were there to witness all this.
"Ah, who am I fooling?" he asked, sinking into a kitchen chair. He put his head in his hands. "Why would she like me, anyway? I mean she's… and I'm just a…" he looked into the dark liquid, "I'm just a nerd."
That's never mattered to you before, his conscience whispered again.
"Yeah, but I've never had this problem before."
What about Lila Archer?
"Well…" he wasn't sure how to answer himself on that one. "I haven't thought about her in forever."
Technically it hasn't been forever.
"Whatever." He took a sip of his coffee. "Ugh, people would think I'm insane; talking to myself."
Getting up he placed his empty coffee cup in the sink, and went into the bathroom to get ready for work. He placed his hands on either side of the cold porcelain sink and stared at his still sleepy reflection in the mirror.
"You're something else, Spencer Reid," he told his reflection. "Twenty seven years old, and you don't even know how to romance a girl." Usually he would have talked to Gideon, but Gideon wasn't here. So, he made up his mind, then and there, he would consult Morgan on the subject.
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Reid rushed to get to work before Wilkins, just in case she ran into him while he was talking to Morgan. Luckily he did make it, but he figured he'd better hurry, because Wilkins was quite punctual when she could be.
"Morgan?" Reid asked sheepishly.
"Yeah?" Morgan replied, leaning against the wall, and crossing his arms. "What are you doing here so early?"
Reid decided to take that question as rhetorical. "If you… I mean if a guy wanted to get a girl – a certain girl – to like him… What would he need to do?"
Morgan flashed that famous smirk of his that Reid had been expecting. "And this guy would be – you?"
"N-not necessarily."
"You're a horrible liar, Reid."
"I said 'not necessarily', not 'no'."
"Well, it depends on how long the guy's known the girl, I guess."
"W-what if it's been a few weeks?"
"Is this about Wilkins?"
Reid was taken aback, and answered quickly, "No!"
Morgan looked Reid up and down, doubtfully.
"Well, I mean… Maybe…"
"Well then, Casanova, you could give her some flowers, or a suggestive note, or some nude pictures of yourself…"
Reid was shocked, and became noticeably uncomfortable.
"I'm just kiddin'," said Morgan with a laugh.
"I mean it, Morgan. I'm serious."
"Well you've been doing fine in my opinion."
"W-what? I haven't been doing anything."
"Yes you have, you've been talking to her. That's all it takes, really."
Reid blew his hair out of his face. "But I wanna do something different."
Morgan sighed, and thought for a moment. "Well, there is that 26th Annual Ball coming up next week."
"B-ball? A ball… with dancing?"
"Yeah, slow dancing."
"I am not going to a ball," Reid said, sternly.
"Oh, come on. Spencer Reid, expert on everything, has got to know a little something about slow dancing!"
"Well, yeah, I do. But dancing isn't the problem."
"Then what is the problem?"
"Do you realize I graduated before my first prom?"
"Yeah."
"I've never been to a prom, how do you expect me to go to a formal Ball?"
"Look, you want the girl, right?"
"Right."
"And you can dance, right?"
"R-right."
"Then do it! It'll be fun! Besides, I'm taking Garcia, so you won't be all alone. In the mean time, give her some flowers. You think you can manage that, big boy?"
Reid looked around nervously. "I guess."
"Then good luck," said Morgan before walking off.
I'll need it, thought Reid.
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*sighs* Nothing better than a fairytale romance, right? This is just the tip of the thesaurus, my darlings, so keep reading! Love you all!