I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. -J. D. Salinger

Spencer and the team got back the next day to quantico. Spencer walked into the building and made his way to the floor of the BAU. He arrived at his desk and gathered his things.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" Morgan said.

" I'm going to go meet her today at the cafe down the street. "

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? What are you two going to do?"

Spencer was putting a book in his tan messenger bag and he stopped to think. "I'm not sure. Just talk I guess," he said as he continued to put away his things.

"Well if you want my opinion..."

"Not really," Spencer cut him off

Morgan glared at him with squinted eyes. "Let me finish pretty you want my opinion, take her somewhere dinner and dancing."

Spencer's eyes got big. "Dancing?" He swallowed.

"Spencer you do know how to dance right?" J.J said.

"Were you eavesdropping?" Spencer asked.

J.J thought for a second. "No,no. I overheard you. It's not that hard. Plus I've seen you dance before. Just do slow way you won't embarrass yourself."

"And pull out her chair for her," Garcia said. Spencer didn't realize but almost all of his team was standing around his desk,everyone but Hotch. That was fine with him. "and don't bore her with your facts and statistics."

Spencer stood up from his chair and fixed his bag on his shoulder. "I won't." He said with a smirk.

"What was that?"

"What?"

"That smirk. Don't think I didn't see that Reid." Garcia said.

"I'm not sure what you are talking about."Spencer said as he brushed past her.

Spencer made his way to the cafe on foot. He enjoyed walking much more than driving. He only drove if his destination was far away, or for work. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets as the cold Virginia air hit his face. Spencer dodged into cafe, the smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls filled the air. The fire in the fireplace was going, keeping the whole cafe warm and inviting. Spencer was putting his coat on the coat hanger and he caught a glimpse of her. Spencer took a deep breath and walked over to her. She was sitting near the fireplace, at table against wall and sipping on something.

"Hey," Spencer said. She looked up at him and she beamed.

"Hey Spencer," she cooed. She started to stand up but Spencer told her there was no need to stand just for him. Keeping in mind what Garcia said about having to pull out her chair for her. Spencer sat across from her. He collected her beauty, he drank it in as if it was water. "how was work?" Amber asked.

"It was alright, same old thing every time," Spencer said. "how was your day?"

"Pretty good. I went to work, went to my evening classes then came here. So, I can't really complain." Amber answered, but still looked upset.

" What's wrong?" Spencer asked.

Amber sighed. "I can't afford my rent. With classes, car payments and groceries.I just can't work enough to pay for it."

Spencer thought for a moment, and an idea struck. "Why don't you move in with me?"

Amber's jaw dropped. "We barely know each other."

"I know, but I'm barely ever home and when I am it's pretty lonely. I uh...hate to admit this, but I already did a background check on you..."

Amber laughed. " Really? Find anything good?"

"Hmm...just that you are 21, your parent's have been married for almost 32 years now, you have a brother, your criminal record is clean, and you don't have a boyfriend."

"Wow, being in the FBI comes in handy doesn't it?" She smirked.

Spencer chuckled. "Yeah, for the most part."

"Well, I did some research on you too," Amber said as Spencer raised an eyebrow. " I found so many articles and thesis papers. I read some of them for the most part. They were all very interesting."

"Did you understand any of them?"

"Well, I'm taking a Psychology class right now, so I understood the Psychology ones."

Spencer nodded. " What are you getting in that class?"

Amber bit her lip and answered, "I'm not obligated to say."

"Come on, tell me." Spencer said with a chuckle.

"A 67 percent. I got a C on my last celebration though."

"Celebration?"

Amber sighed, "My teacher calls them that. They are tests. You would think she'd know better since she has a PHD in psychology. She can't condition us, it's too late, we already know it's a test."

Spencer laughed. "Well, I can always help you. What about your other classes?"

"In math...I think a 58? As for english im pretty sure im getting a B, but we did just take a maybe B+? And for my survey of rock and roll...no idea."

Spencer was sitting there mouth agape, " Don't they post the grades online or at least tell you?'

Amber shook her head no. " They don't make any sense."

Spencer sat back in his chair. " Well at least your english grade is good. What are you majoring in?"

"Well I'm getting my Associates degree of Arts then I want to go on to a 4 year college for liberal arts," Amber warmly smiled at Spencer,he was attentively listening to her every word. " I want to become a writer, but I'm not sure I'm good enough."

"Well, my team member,David Rossi has written some books, maybe he could teach you a few things," Spencer said as the barista brought him his coffee, he thanked her and she walked back to the coffee machine. Once the barista was gone,Amber quietly chuckled to herself. Spencer was confused by her reaction. "what?"

"Why are you doing all of this for me? Asking me to move in, telling me you'll help me with my classes and having your friend help me write a book."

"Because, I can see you have so much potential. If you move in; you can focus on school, I can help you with your classes, and..." Spencer drifted off, afraid to say what he wanted to say next. "then I can get to know you better."

Amber smiled at him, got up out of her seat and quickly kissed him on the cheek. She sat back down and saw that Spencer was grinning ear to ear. The two spent the rest of the night sipping coffee and talking until the shop closed. The two walked out of the shop as the workers closed the doors behind them. The cold Virginia air hit their faces,causing them to shiver. They started to walk to Amber's apartment, a few blocks down. Amber had her arm locked around Spencer's forearm, she held it tight to her chest. It was very dark out this night, and Amber was glad Spencer had offered to walk her home. The two got to her building, Amber unlocked the front door and walked up to her they reached her floor, they walked down the hall to her apartment door.

"Thanks for walking me home," Amber said.

"It was my pleasure," Spencer replied.

Amber got on her tippy toes and gave Spencer a good night kiss on the cheek. " It's much easier kissing you when you're sitting down," She said as she went to her regular height.

"Sorry," Spencer said as he leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Night." He whispered in her ear after the kiss.

"Night." She whispered as she unlocked her door and stepped inside her apartment. She turned around to face the hallway but Spencer had already left. She smiled to herself as she leaned against the door. That man is something else. She thought as she quietly shut the door.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.-H. L. Mencken

A/N- Sorry this took soooo long. I started this on the 9th and have had major writers block. I've also been sooo busy with my classes and with work. . And i actually am in a psychology class right now. I get to watch 4 episodes of any show or movie (I picked criminal minds,duh!) and write about how it connects to a theme in our book (for extra credit). I did one on The instincts and the theme was Dreams. I'm actually pretty proud of it even though it was only for 5 extra points.

Hope everyone is having a good break! I already had mine in the beginning of march( which makes no sense.),but if you're like me and already had yours i hope you had a good one! XD