"How long are you planning to stand there gawking at her, kid?" Morgan walked up behind Spencer, startling him. "It's kinda creepy you know." He had been standing there, cautiously looking at Sapphire through the thin glass separating Garcia's office from their own.

"I'm the creepy one? There's at least three dudes around the office constantly staring at her with that annoying look. I mean, she leaned for a single second to catch a pen that fell and everyone just turned to look at her cleavage. It's freaking me out." Reid took a sip of his coffee. Sure, he had promised Saphie to cut down on it, not quit it completely.

"Aw, someone's jealous." Morgan joked.

"It's not about me being jealous. It's disgusting. They're decreasing her value by looking at her that way. Like she's only some kind of pretty ornament." Spencer scoffed.

"Well, to be honest, Precious can be quite a distraction in those skirts..." Morgan smiled coyly.

"Shut up!" Spencer almost shouted at Derek, before realizing they were still in the office.

"Take it easy, Pretty Boy. You know I'm only kidding. Precious is an amazing girl and you know how much I love her." Spencer couldn't help but smile at Morgan's words.

He knew how adored she was by the entire team. No wonder why. They even called her Precious for two reasons; one being her name that referred to the second most valuable gemstone coming second to diamonds, and two being that she truly was precious. In every single way possible and especially to Reid.

"Oh, warning Pretty Boy. Incoming." Morgan turned to leave the kitchen in the sight of Saphie approaching and Spencer was left nervously trying to conceal his actions.

"Cutie Pie? Why are you drinking your liquid diabetes again?" the small blonde walked up to him and scolded him playfully.

"It's just one coffee."

"Fine. But it is not only the coffee that should bother you. Sugar can have a great effect as well. Especially the amount that you add."

"Says the person who devours red licorice twists all day long." Spencer laughed.

She giggled and pretended to get angry in that adorable manner of hers. "Hey! It's not as if there is something I can do to treat such thing. But you can; you are no hypoglycemic." she moved towards the brewer to make some tea.

"Everyone has his own weak spot. One thing at a time." he took another sip.

"Sure. Tell me, Cutie Pie, have you been feeling any better without all that caffeine?" she pulled out a bag of twists and started chewing on one.

"A little. Mostly with the whole nightmare thing but I still have trouble dozing off." he pouted.

"Mm...Perhaps you still have too much energy and therefore your brain cannot relax. I insist you see a doctor about that, but for now exercising could be of some help." he raised an eyebrow at her suggestion as she proceeded to add the boiling water in a cup.

He burst into laughter but the moment she shakes her head no, he turns serious again. "Oh, you're not joking? Nah, I don't really think that'd be a good idea. I basically suck at everything not related to using my brain." his eyes averted back to his own cup.

"Don't say that, Spence. Nobody said you shall become the athletic type out of the blue. I am not one either. But just because we are a little nerdy, does not mean we can't accomplish anything out of that field." she smiled blissfully.

"It's different for you. You dance." Spencer insisted stubbornly.

"Look, how about we go running? It is nothing too versatile and it will definitely help you." she triumphed for once more and he licked his lips nervously.

"You sure?"

"Oh, yes. We shall start today. I hope you have your evening free, muffin." she beamed.

She suggested they met at a park near his neighborhood and he gladly accepted. Of course, he felt a little shy. He was far too bad at this as had been proven in the past. The last thing he wanted was to make a fool out of himself in front of her. Although he figured she must have guessed already how much this kind of stuff was not his thing.

She wasn't late; it was him who was early, yet it didn't take long for her to appear. For once more, he felt intimidated of how good she looked. Her pale golden curls were gathered in a high ponytail and as much as he liked her loose mane, he had to admit it was a pleasant change to finally see her every gorgeous feature. He could even make out the light freckles on her porcelain cheeks, as she was not wearing any makeup. They only added to her overall beauty.

He heard her say something but his was too busy scrutinizing her to listen.

"Hello, my buttercup. Have you been waiting long?" she jumped a little in excitement to see him, her movements bringing his attention down her body.

His eyes fixated on her attire then, yoga pants wrapping tightly around her curvy yet well-formed hips and she wore a tank top inside her hoodie jacket. They were so brilliantly adorning her and bringing out the parts of her that were so breathtaking he suddenly felt himself turn red and all flustered.

"Spencer?" her soft and harmonious voice drew him back. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm great." he cracked a smile, trying to hide his heart as far up his sleeve as possible.

"Brilliant. I love that headband by the way." she leaned down to stretch so he joined her.

"Really? Is that how you're going to make fun of me? You're not gonna comment on my string legs? Or the fact that I don't even own any running shoes?" he joked.

She laughed so loudly he swore he heard a little snort coming from her. God, he loved her laughter. It sounded like church bells and was utterly contagious, as tiny dimples formed on her angelic face and her eyes brightened up. It was so weird - feeling this way. He had never met anyone that could make him so happy.

"I'm not mocking you, my sweet giant. You look adorable." she smiled at him and he couldn't help but look down at his appearance. Who was he kidding? With this body and those shorts paired with the undoubtedly sexy pair of different socks he was wearing, he looked like a prepubescent during gym class at middle school. So hot.

They continued stretching -well, she was stretching, he was more like following everything she did- and his eyes wandered around for a little. Then two guys just jogged by and shamelessly stared at her butt. The first thought that crossed his mind was to defend her but since the odds were quite uneven and she hadn't really taken notice in her admirers, he simply glared at them furiously and they received the message.

"Are you ready?" she suggested smiling.

"Too late to back down now. If I pass out, please do me the favor of calling an ambulance. And don't let Morgan know how it happened." he made her laugh again.

"Noted."