Spencer opened his hotel door to see Ryan. She let herself in and he closed the door, looking at her.

"Yes?" He asked, a little perplexed on why she was here.

She turned away from the bed of files before looking at him.

"I figured you could use some company." She shrugged.

"I'm working."

"You need a break." She grabbed his hands pulling him away from the door. Once he was close to the bed, she pushed him on to it and straddled his hips. He gulped a little.

"And this break involves you...you how exactly?"

She smiled and pushed a curl behind his ears. "I'm distracting you from work. I brought snacks."

"I'm not hungry. I really should work on this case, Ryan. We..."

She pushed two fingers against his lips. "I want you to do something for me."

He gave her a look, but didn't say anything, waiting for her favor.

"Just pretend like nothing outside this room exists. Just you and me...and snacks."

Spencer smiled a little before shaking his head. "We're here to-"

"I'll work with you later. Just for now... nothing but us."

He looked at her, the almost pleading look in her eye, before running his hands up her thighs.
"Okay."

She smiled and rested her hands on his shoulders. "Good."

"So.. what do we do?" He asked.

"First, I say...we kiss."

"Kiss?"

She nodded. "You haven't kissed since our first date."

"We're going slow."

"Not that slow! I'll be 30 before I get some again."

He flushed. "Ryan.."

She moved her hands to his neck, her thumb carressing the skin. "Nothing but us, remember."

He nodded and leaned in. She smiled and met him halfway, kissing him softly. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy his kisses. He wasn't the best kisser in the world, but he wasn't the worst either. His lips were soft and he kissed with a sense of uncertainty. Her fingers teased the nape of his neck as his hands moved to her back. He pulled back first and she smiled at him.

"Does this night involve more than kissing?"

"I figured we could watch some bad tv and cuddle?"

Spencer smiled. "I should change."

She looked down at him, he was still wearing his work clothes, tie and all. "Let me help."

Spencer watched as his fingers went over his tie, undoing it before pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. He stayed still, watching her. She definitely wasn't JJ. Brown curly hair and hazel brown eyes, which sometimes looked green. Amazing lips. She was a few inches shorter than the blonde as well. He watched as she started to unbutton his shirt and he was glad he had worn an undershirt today. Feeling her fingertips against his bare skin would have been too much. She pushed the button up off his shoulders before moving off his lap.

"Go get some sweats on or something. I'll find us something to watch."

Spencer nodded, grabbing a change of clothes before going to the bathroom. When he returned, she was sprawled out on the bed, all his files neatly on the chair. She looked over at him and grinned.

"You look good."

Spencer looked down at himself. He was wearing a black tshirt and green and white plaid pajama pants. "I look like I'm going to bed."

She leaned back on her elbows. "It's nice to not see you in a jacket and tie. or a cardigan, although you do make them look sexy, I must admit."

He blushed a little, "Thanks." He sat on the bed, looking at the screen. "The Munsters?"

She looked up a little shocked. "You know this show?"

He smiled, leaning against the pillows. Ryan moved towards him, resting her head on his chest.

"It came on late at night when I was in school. I'd watch it while my mom slept. It was the only time I could watch tv. She was certain that there was hidden messages from the government in every show."

Ryan ran her hand down his chest. "It must have been hard growing up with that."

Spencer shrugged, his arm wrapping casually around her waist. "I wouldn't change my childhood for anything. It made me who I am."

She looked up at him and kissed his cheek. "Have you spoken to your dad?"

Spencer shook his head. "I don't know what to say."

"The truth would do."

"The truth is... I have nothing to say to him. He deserted me in a situation I was way too young to handle. I was just a little boy. I shouldn't..." He shook his head. "Not tonight."

Ryan nodded, resting her head on his chest again, watching the show again for a few minutes. She closed her eyes, concentrating on his heartbeat. It was comforting. It had slowed since he stopped talking.

"Spencer?"

"Mmhmm?" He asked, slightly focusing on the show, mostly on her and her fingers that were moving against his stomach in patterns he couldn't recognize.

"Can I stay here tonight?" She asked softly. She didn't want to go back to her room, surrounding in the silence and cold.

"Sure." He said, softly. He was comfortable, just laying there with her. He couldn't think of a moment that he had just sat there with JJ, reveling in the silence. They worked together a lot, in silence, but never just...enjoying the moment. They never really did anything together but work and have sex. He frowned. How was that love?

He ran his fingers up the girl's back and she pushed closer into him. He didn't mind the movement at all. She looked up, feeling a little tired. "What are you thinking about, Spencer?"

"Just trying to figure things out."

She kissed him under his chin. "Go to sleep. Everything will work out eventually. The answers will come."

"My thoughts won't let me rest. Hence the reason I was working."

She moved a little so she could see his face better. "Close your eyes."

He looked at her. "That's not going -"

"Shh.. Close your eyes." Her voice was softer and he listened, before feeling her rest her head on his shoulder. He shifted a little so they were both a little more comfortable.

"When my mother was still alive and my little brother couldn't sleep. She'd sing to him. The same song, never changing. If you'd like, I can sing it to you. "

"My mother never sang to me. Always read."

Ryan ran her hands over his cheek. "Well, let me."

He opened his eyes to look at her. "Okay."

She gave me a look. "Close your eyes."

He kissed her before closing his eyes. "Okay."

She smiled before taking a breath. It had been so long since she sang. She didn't know if she could anymore. She cleared her throat before starting to sing the lullaby. It was in Georgian, her mother's native language. She didn't know what the lyrics actually meant, but it was nice.

After she finished, She looked up at Spencer. "You asleep, Spencer."

He sighed, sleepily. "What does it mean?"

She smiled. "I don't know. I don't speak Georgian."

"Oh. Sing it again." He said, his eyes never opening

"Okay."

She sang through the lullaby and rested her head on his chest. His breathing had slowed as well as his heartbeat. She closed her eyes, glad that the man was asleep. "Good night, Spencer."

Authors note:

I kind of like this Ryan character and I figured some fluff could be needed, seeing how its been drama central. I don't own the Munsters and theres no real...reason why I picked that show. I never watched it. Just what came to me when I was writing it. THe lullaby was just something I was listening to when I was writing. If you wanna hear it, I just typed "Georgian lullaby" into Youtube. For me, it was the first thing that popped up. Uh...

Still don't own Criminal Minds. Dont really got anything else to say. Hope you continuie to Enjoy or atleast read. If you don't enjoy, tell me why!