They were back in Vegas. The case was over and there was a ton of paperwork to do. He was still thinking about his confession to DiMario though. Luckily, the other man had agreed to keep it to himself, but still Spencer was nervous that it would come out. There was a knock on his office and Spencer grunted, his head still on his desk. He wasn't really in the mood for visitors. He heard the door open.

"Yes?" He asked.

"What are you doing?"

He looked up to see Ryan giving him a weird look. He straightened his tie and shirt. "I was just, I was...paperwork."

She smirked a little. "Really, now?"

He licked his bottom lip. "Okay, so I was resting. I visited my mom after we got back and she... was having an episode."

Ryan nodded, sitting across him. "Are you okay?"

"Nothing I'm not used to. I just...wanted to talk to her about a few things, you know?"

"You could talk to me." She said and he smiled a little.

"Thanks, but... I... well, I mean.."

Ryan watched as he stammered and shook her head. "It's okay, Spencer, I realize we aren't close yet. Why not contact someone on your team?"

Spencer snorted. Like he could talk to Garcia or Morgan about the fact he might be Henry's father. Ryan raised an eyebrow at the reaction, but stayed mute.

"I... It kind of involves them."

"Oh, is this about Elle's exclamation on the plane? I have to admit, I was kind of shocked. I kind of figured you were gay."

Spencer's eyes widened. "I'm not gay! Not that it's a bad thing. I mean, I have.. okay, so I don't... well, there was a kid in high school that I knew that was gay, but I mean, I wasn't gay with him. I very much am sexually attracted to women. I mean, you're attractive. Not that I think about you sexually. I guess I could, if I..." Spencer closed his eyes, his face extremely red.

"Spencer. I was teasing. but it's nice that you think I'm attractive."

She giggled a little as he placed his head back on the table.

"C'mon. You look like you could use a drink."

Spencer raised his head. "A drink?"

"Yes, a drink. A beer, glass of wine? You're a wine person aren't you? You don't look like you'd drink beer. Maybe a scotch."

He looked at his files. "I really should work on these files."

Ryan gave him a look. "You look like hell, Spencer. Come have a drink with me, relax a little and then come back and work on them if you'd like. Just one drink. I owe you for hitting you."

She watched as he seemed to debate it, before grabbing his bag, putting the files on the desk into the messenger bag. "Okay. One drink."

Criminal Minds || Viva Las Vegas

Six shots and two Long Island ice teas later, Spencer was trying to explain to Ryan the chemical make up of emotion. Ryan was staring at him, like he was insane.

"This is how you act when you're drunk?"

He smirked a little. "I'm not drunk."

Her hands went to his tie, loosening it a little. "You need to loosen up a little, Spencer."

He looked down at her, her hands on his chest. "I'm... I'm loose."

Ryan looked up and smirked. "You're the most uptight person I know. You're worse than my dad."

Spencer watched as a little sadness filled her eyes. She shook her head. "Happy things. We're only talking about good, cheerful things."

Spencer nodded, still completely concentrated with the fact that she was basically leaning against him. "L-like what?"

Ryan pursed her lips, before looking at the dance floor of the bar they were in. "Let's dance."

Spencer leaned back as she stood up. "No, I don't... I don't dance."

"We're having fun. You're dancing."

Spencer watched as she tugged on his wrist. She was 5'2, 5'3 at the most and no more than 115 pounds, but she was trying her best to get his lanky 6'1 frame up. He sighed and stood.

"Fine, but you can't get mad if I step on your toes."

Ryan rolled her eyes, pulling him to the middle of the floor. He watched as she started to dance, before the music changed. She pouted as sad guitar music sounded, before looking at him. It was easier to dance to for someone who was rhythmically challenged. She wrapped her arms around her boss' neck and Spencer tensed.

"We should go sit down until the other music comes back on."

"Shut up, and wrap your arms around me."

He gulped a little, and did what she demanded. His hands rested above her hips as she looked up at him. She was smaller than JJ or Emily or Penelope, but somehow more intimidating. Maybe it was the fact she had slapped him. Maybe it was just the abundance of confidence.

"You're tall."

"You're drunk." He said as they swayed to the soft music.

She sighed and rested her head on his chest. "I am not."

"You had two long island ice teas, which has a very high alcohol concentration and three shots of tequila. You are drunk."

She chuckled. "You just know everything about everything don't you, Mr. Genius."

"No, I don't... know everything."

"I bet you know...more than anyone else."

"On?"

"On everything!"

Spencer chuckled, she was definitely drunk. He looked down at her and she smiled a little.

"Do you know anything on kissing?" She asked.

"Like facts?" he asked, nervously. She was drunk and talking about kissing. She wasn't going to kiss him was she? That would be totally against the rules and if Strauss find out he'd definitely be fired, which was another reason he couldn't find out if Henry was his. Then Strauss would know that he and JJ had a some type of relationship.

"Tell me some."

"Uh.. well... Kissing uses one muscle, the oricularis oris, it's... it's the muscle that you use when you pucker your lies. Kissing for one minute burns 26 calories and uh.. well, uhm, In Italy, during the sixteenth century it was illegal to kiss in public, punishment was the death penalty."

Ryan ran her hands up his chest and he tensed again. "Good thing, we're not in Italy."

Spencer swallowed hard. She was going to kiss him. Ryan Williams, FBI agent, a member of his team that he was the chief of.

His phone buzzed and he never was more grateful for a phone call.

"I have to answer this."

He said, pulling away. Ryan looked at confused.

"Reid." He answered.

"Spencer? Are you in a club?" It was JJ.

"Hold on." He exited the bar, into the silence.

"What's up?" He asked. There was a long pause.

"We're in Alaska and...I'm with . Are you...busy?"

Spencer licked his lips. "No, I'm.. I was just...getting a drink with a coworker. Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah. Pen ran after our Un-sub. he had just killed someone and she...ran towards him, trying to save the guy. She's a little shaken up, but we're all okay."

Spencer nodded, seeing Ryan exit the bar, looking for him. She spotted him and walked over to him, confused. "Do we have another case?"

He look his head before hearing JJ in his ear. "Is...you're getting a drink with a girl."

He heard some shifting before Penelope's voice came through. "Who are you on a date with?"

Spencer flushed a little. "I'm not on a date. I'm just having a drink with Ryan."

Penelope made a sound of excitement, a squeal maybe? He couldn't tell. Ryan looked at him curiously.

"I'm going to head home." She said, softly, not wanting to interrupt his phone call.

"No, you can't drive. I'll take you home."

"You're going to take her home? Are you going to kiss her? Oh my god, Spencer, you have to kiss her. You two would look so..."

She trailed off and Spencer wondered what was going on. He looked back at Ryan.

"I can drive, Spence."

"Spence?" JJ asked and Spencer stared at Ryan. The two had just called him the same nickname within seconds of each other. He shook his head as the brunette started to leave.

"No. I'm driving you."

JJ sighed in his ear. "I'll talk to you later, bye."

"JJ, wait." Spencer said, but it was too late. He put the phone in his pocket and looked at Ryan.

"Let's go."

Criminal Minds || Viva Las Vegas

Ryan paused in front of her apartment before looking back at him. "So... this is it."

"It is." Spencer said, looking at her door, ready to get out of there. "Well, I'll see you at work. Have a great night."

Ryan frowned a little. "Spencer?"

He turned around to look at Ryan again. "Yeah?"

She rested her hands on his chest and pushed up on the balls of her feet, needing the height to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for coming out with me."

He smiled, his phone conversation still nagging at him. JJ had left in such a hurry and why had Penelope stopped her teasing mid-way. He looked back at the woman in front of him.

"Thank you for the drinks." He emphasized the 's' causing Ryan to smile. She had a great smile. She had nice lips. His eyes widened a little at his thoughts. He didn't need to think about that. He had..., well he didn't have JJ. He wanted JJ though and it wasn't fair to think of someone else's lips when he wanted JJ... was it?

Ryan bit on her bottom lip, watching the genius watch her. Was he going to do something or not? She was getting impatient. She sighed when he moved back.

"Good night, Ryan." He said, before turning back and walking to his car.

"Good night, Spencer."