Taking the steps up to the street slowly, Spencer sipped at his coffee, his thoughts still trying to decide if what he was doing was such a great idea. He reached the street and looked over towards the library. All week everyone had been dropping hints that he should ask Jessica on some form of date. Well everyone but Morgan dropped hints. Morgan just followed him around all day offering him advice that Spencer was sure he had not asked for. He was reminded of something he had said to Morgan long ago. About how his mum had said that when a man was ready to settle down he started to attract the right kind of woman. He tried pointing out to Morgan that he had not mentioned anything about settling down. Apparently the fact that even after a year Jessica seemed interested still meant that she was the right kind of woman and the team had decided that half of the idea was enough to work with.

It was not that he did not like her, she was sweet and did not get that expression that most people did when he talked to them, but after how he had been last time. He had tried telling them to drop it last time. They had all gone on and on about dating then too. Spencer frowned when he remembered Morgan intersecting the take out guy and paying for the girls meal and then forcing him to deliver it. He had felt stupid and very uncomfortable, and the date was even worse. He had been minding his own business talking about the different kind of cases they dealt with when she had suddenly lunged for him. He might not boast about his 'conquests' as Morgan treated them but he had his share of women, but none had cut him off mid sentence or done what Jessica had. The shock of being grabbed had set him going for the door.

Once he had reached the safety of his apartment he had felt foolish for acting like a scared rabbit. He was a FBI Profiler and he had ran from a woman. He had stared down guns but he could not handle a simple case of over friendliness. Unfortunately his embarrassment of running away had prevented him form going to talk to her and before he knew it they were no longer meeting in the hallway of lift. A case had once taken him past the coffee shop she worked in but when he enquired about her while he waited for his coffee he had been informed she had left a month or so previous.

Now he was standing outside the library where she worked. Maybe there was something about her that was right for him. Not many people wanted to work in a library and when he had spoken to her on Halloween she had said she loved her job. What would be the harm in talking to her, just because they wanted him to ask her out did not mean he had to. They could be friends. He could do with a friend, someone outside of the bureau. As much as he loved Emily, Garcia and especially JJ as sisters, the talk was either work or matters of the heart.

Entering the library he glanced at the sign for a second and headed in the direction that Jessica said she often frequented. He found her almost instantly. Her index finger trailing along the spines of the books as she searched for the gap in the numbers. She paused, slid her hand into a gap and placed one of the books she was holding into the space. She bent down and slid the last book into place. As she slowly straightened up she turned away from him and selected another two books. He wondered if he should let her know he was there.

"Anything I can help you with Dr Reid?" She did not look at him and he looked around trying to see if there were any reflective surfaces. "I can tell by your trainers and trousers." Slowly Jessica turned to face him she was smiling, he noticed her eyes shined with a hint of mischief whenever she smiled at him. He found himself wondering what she was thinking of. "Plus you smell." Spencer raised an eyebrow, no one had ever told him that before. Jessica turned back to her books and he quickly sniffed himself. "No matter when I see you, you always smell the same." Sniffing his jacket he frowned, maybe being friends was not a good idea. "Like you've just stepped out of the shower, all freshly scrubbed and squeaky clean." She glanced over at him and smiled. "What? Did you think I meant you ponged?"

"No." Shaking his head he pulled a face as if she had said the craziest thing he had ever heard. Rubbing the back of his neck he looked at her for a moment. "What-What time do you finish?" Scratching his nose he cleared his throat.

"In five minutes as long as some toad doesn't come in and move books around." Spencer watched her pull a step ladder out from the bottom of the trolley.

"I'll do that." He offered.

"It's ok, they supply us midgets with ladders for these situations."

"Falls from heights are the main cause of workplace fatality. Last year there were 35 deaths and 4654 major injuries and a further 7065 injuries that caused the injured person to be off work for over 3 days or more, due to a fall from height." Putting his hand out for the book he placed it up on the top shelf for her

"I know I'm short, but even to me that's not high. Anyway, thank you." Sliding the steps back under the trolley she began wheeling it away from him. Following he placed his hands in his pockets. She looked over her shoulder at him and looked him up and down. "You shouldn't walk with your hands in your pockets. If you trip you can't break your fall."

"I know." Taking his hands out of his pockets he crossed them across his chest. "The new season of Doctor Who starts tonight."

"It's British. Series not season."

Spencer frowned again, this was not how their conversations normally went. Normally he talked and she would comment every now and then. "I was just wondering if…seeing as you're next door if you wanted to watch it?" Pushing the trolley against the wall she turned and gave him a big smile.

"Sure. Perfect way to end a day. Curled up on the sofa with a good looking chap. Granted Matt Smith isn't as hot as David was but he'll do. Your place in time for it to start?" Nodding Spencer waved goodbye and headed towards home.

Sodas were out of the fridge and the chips were in a bowl. There was a knock on the door, opening it he found Jessica standing there with a bar of chocolate. "My mother sent it. It's the best you'll ever taste. In my opinion its better than that naughty three letter word." While she settled down on his couch Spencer turned on the television and stared at the black screen.

"Your kidding me." Muttering to himself he fiddled with the buttons on the side. As he tried to get a picture he felt Jessica peering over his shoulder.

"Have you tried turning it off and on?" He could feel her breathing against his neck. Trying to concentrate he ignored her comment. "Is it plugged in?" Gritting his teeth he carried on trying to get the television to work. "They always ask them questions when your computer stops working. Personally I only call if hitting and kicking the bloody thing doesn't work."

"Don't let Garcia hear you saying that, that's a crime in her books."

"Thanks for the warning. Didn't you say something about studying engineering?"

"I have a doctorate in Engineering. I'm not a TV repairman."

"So there's not a difference? Huh imagine that." Spencer looked at her. Was she really comparing the two. He watched as she grinned at him.

"Sorry but you look…funny, when you're getting annoyed. " He watched her pick up her chocolate and soda. "Dunno about you but I'm going to watch Doctor Who. Coming Spency?"

"Don't call me Spency."