Ryan looked at him unimpressed.

"I said, let's go dancing, not lets go to the library."

Spencer looked down at his clothes. "I've never been dancing."

Ryan looked at him. "Go put on the jeans and a dark button up and... wet your head. You really need to learn how to style your hair."

"Garcia showed me how to deal with it when it was longer. Now it's all short."

Ryan watched him as he took off the shirt he was wearing, changed into the jeans, and wet his head. He looked at her before she joined him in the bathroom. She looked up at him.

"Do I have to remind you that I'm 5'2? Mr. Six Foot One."

He grinned and bent his knees, watching as she put product in his hair. She saw him close her eyes as her fingers massaged into his scalp a little.

He opened his eyes with a slight pout when she removed them "You're finished?"

"Don't look so disappointed. Get your shirt on and take me dancing."

Spencer frowned. "But your fingers were...I think I could use...are you sure you're done?"

"You don't much hair to style now, Doc. Get your shirt on and we'll go dancing."

"You did hear me when I said I've never been dancing before right?"

Ryan nodded, walking out of the bathroom.

Criminal Minds || Viva Las Vegas

Spencer stared at her, feeling out of place.

"Two women at the bar are looking at you." Ryan said, brushing up against him.

"Really, because there is a whole table to your left of middle aged men staring at you." He said, sipping his wine and sitting. His eyes scanning the club's dance floor. That was not dancing. He tilted his head a little at the people on the floor.

"You should have let me bring my gun." Ryan said, looking at the women at the bar as they spoke, their eyes glancing back at Spencer.

Spencer looked at her, amused. "Are you jealous, Agent Williams?"

Ryan shot him a glare before taking his wine glass and setting it on the table. "Who drinks wine in a club?"

"I don't like beer, it's disgusting. You ignored my question."

Ryan grabbed his hands, pullng him out of the chair. "Come dance with me."

"That's.. that's not dancing. That's sexual intercourse with clothes on." He said, glancing at the couples dancing before back at her.

Ryan laughed and kissed him. "God, I love you."

Her eyes widened when she realized what she had said.

Spencer looked at her a little strange before shaking his head.

"What?"

"Let's dance."

"Right." Spencer looked back at the dance floor. "I can't dance."

"But you can have sexual intercourse, so let's go." Ryan grabbed his hands and pulled him out on the dance floor.

Criminal Minds || Viva Las Vegas

Spencer tapped his fingers on the bar, waiting for his and Ryan's drinks.

"Hey gorgeous."

Spencer looked at his hands, before looking back at the bartender.

"Hey..."

Spencer turned to the woman next to him, quickly when he felt fingertips on his arm. "What?"

The blonde woman smiled. "I said hello."

"Oh. sorry. Loud music, it's... ahh, Noises in excess of 85 decibels are considered by qualified audiologists to be in the danger zone for hearing health. 85 decimals is... basically, when you can't hear someone about three feet away and you're... you're actually closer than three feet, so the fact I still couldn't..."

She looked over at her friends before back at him. "How about you just buy me a drink?"

"I...I am..."

Spencer felt someone tap on his shoulder and he turned to see Ryan. He grinned before she kissed him, passionately. Spencer pulled back before looking at her. "Hey." He said, softly, slightly surprised at such public display of affection.

Ryan looked at the woman. "He's already buying someone a drink, so...bye now."

Spencer glanced at the blonde before turning his attention back to Ryan. He kissed her again before moving his mouth near her ear. "I have to admit I kind of like you jealous."

Ryan grinned and nipped at his ear. She grabbed their drinks before sipping one and handing it to him.

"I guess you should dance with me some more and stop talking to pretty girls."

"I only see one pretty girl."

Ryan grinned. "That was smooth, Spencer Reid."

"So if I said something like...hey gorgeous, how about we get out of here... would that get me out of more dancing?"

Ryan chuckled. "That line just...so does not work for you."

He grinned. "I could come up with something more mathematical if you'd like."

Ryan finished her drink and kissed him. "Just take me home."

Criminal Minds || Viva Las Vegas

"I so do not want to go to work tomorrow."

"Today. It's almost 2."

Ryan groaned and buried her face into his neck. Spencer chuckled. "You were the one who wanted to go dancing on a Sunday night."

"Shouldn't you have told me that that was very unreasonable seeing how we have to work the next day?"

"I did. Your response was 'I'm only 25. One night won't kill me.'"

Ryan glanced up at him. "The dancing isn't what kept me up to two am."

Spencer kissed her. "You're only 25, one night won't kill you."

Ryan rolled her eyes playfully as a silence came over them, his fingertips running over her arm as he seemed to be in his thoughts.

"What you thinking about, Spencer?"

"You." He said, simply.

Ryan waited for him to continue and when he didn't, she ran her fingers over his side.

"What about me?"

"You're the only reason I want to stay."

Ryan bit at her lip.

"I know that I'm going to switch jobs. I know that I'm going to take care of my son. I know that...I want to stay here and be with you, and yet... I can't...figure out a way to do that."

Ryan rested her head on his chest.

"and I want to, so incredibly bad. And it's very...It's a very strange feeling, that I can't say for a certain what it is. Logically, I know that with the travel expenses and instability and all the other costs doesn't make sense for to stay here...and yet, there's a voice telling me that...if I leave you, I'll regret it and...i'm trying to change the logic to fit that voice. And I've never done that. And for some reason, Bob Dylan lyrics are in my head."

"Bob Dylan?" Ryan said, a little amused, looking up at him.

"My mother would make me write his lyrics down when she thought the government was watching. I remember everything I read..and in return, write so... yes, Bob Dylan."

"What song?"

"Lay Lady Lay from the Nashville Skyline album."

Ryan nodded. "Oh."

He was silent again and Ryan assumed she'd have to Google the song later to figure out if the song meant anything or if it was just another Reid mystery.

"Sing to me." He said, softly, after a few moments of silence and Ryan looked up to see him, staring down at her with sad brown eyes and couldn't help but not sing.

"Is Elvis okay?"

"Anything is fine."

She nodded, before starting to sing.

Author's Note:

Wise Men Say Only Fools Rush In...

"Can't help falling in love with you." By Elvis Presley has been in my head all day. It's 4 am. and I'm exhausted, so... enjoy the chapter. 3 in one day! Yey. and... I'm going to go catch some sleep before havin' to work. Classes start up again soon, so updates might be far between. I'll try to update on Mondays and Tuesdays once I'm back in school.