A/N: Here we are again! Honestly I think I'm spoiling those who like this story with so many updates so fast. Thank you to all who have reviewed and favorited and such so far, and you little lurkers out there- come on, drop a girl a review, it's like giving a virtual hug or something. Finally some beginning of a relationship, and then we'll dive into another case! Prentiss will be joining us all very soon and as I've said I really want to build good groundwork before I get to the good good stuff, so stick with me and please review! If I get more than one who knows, I could have another chapter up by tomorrow. I'm off of work today so it's up to you. Alright, let's get it then.

***EDIT: ANOTHER CHAPTER IS WRITTEN AND READY, REVIEW REVIEW AND ITS YOURS!

Slow down, you crazy child. You're so ambitious for a juvenile. But then if you're so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid? ~Billy Joel

All of the agents filed out of the plane and back into the BAU once they reached Quantico. The mission was successful but yet there was a hint of despair in the air with the lives that anyone on the team thought they could have saved but couldn't. Of course that despair was instantly taken away from a colorful Penelope Garcia standing in the opening of the elevator doors.

"Hi my favorite crime fighters," she began, "and new crime fighter." Caitlyn smiled and gave her a nod as they all made their way into the office, go bags in hand in order to get their case files done.
"Hello, Garcia." Each one said before sitting down in their chairs in the bullpen, except for Derek Morgan.

"So how was she, was she nice, I know about the bomb on the roof-" Garcia started but Derek held up his hand and she softened her voice, "sorry, I just, you know."

"Yes, I do," Morgan started, "and I also know that she was fine, we're all fine."

"Okay," Garcia nodded, "do you think that she likes green or pink better because I got her a cool Quantico coffee cup as a friendship present."

All of the agents worked on finishing their paperwork quickly as the idea of going home and getting bit of rest before their next case happened lingered on their brains. There was never an exact time to when that would happen. The next case could be weeks, days or wake them in the middle of the night as they were getting their first night of rest in their own beds. Caitlyn typed quickly and efficiently on her keyboard, the idea of going to get something to eat with Reid not leaving her mind as she finally finished up. She looked at her cubicle, new and unpersonalized, not broken into like the rest of the agents who had been there forever.

"Ready to go?" Her thoughts were broken by the young doctor who was standing at her desk, holding the strap of his messenger bag that was over his shoulder. She smiled, standing up and grabbing her jacket and bag as well.

"Yeah, I'm starving." She replied as they pressed the button to the elevator, waiting for it to arrive.

"Hey, you guys both heading home?" Garcia smiled holding files and a cup of herbal tea in her hand.

"No," Reid started, doing what he usually does and missing verbal cues that would make Penelope want to join the two after he told her where they were going, "we're going to get some Thai food."

"Oh! That sounds so good right now, I could definitely go for some tofu curry." Reid's eyes widened and Caitlyn tried her best to hide her smile as the young doctor scrambled for words.

"Well it's not that I don't want you to come with us Garcia it's just that it is open late and so the probability of getting a table at a location that is the only one open among a limited amount of options in a fifty mile radius in a time period tha-"

"Hey, baby girl!" Morgan called, Reid let out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors finally opened.

"Oh, I'll see you two tomorrow, much love." Caitlyn smiled at Reid as the elevator doors closed.

"Very smooth."

Garcia clicked over to Derek looking over her shoulder as the elevator doors closed on the two.

"Yes, chocolate thunder? I was just about to go and get Thai with Reid and Cait."

"Garcia, now I'm going to say this in a very obtuse way and you can not scream and you can not get crazy."

Her voice was almost a whisper. "Why would I get crazy?"

"They were going to get Thai food."

"I don't ge….OH MY GOD!"

Caitlyn and Spencer decided to take the Metro, seeing as though it was so late and he had calculated every route and how long it would take for them to get there no matter what means of transportation that they took. They were in the middle of their discussion about new age Darwinism and the Madonna Whore Dichomy when they arrived at the restaurant. Spencer held the door open for the young blonde, asked for a table of two and they were finally seated.

"Hmmmm…." Caitlyn started as she looked over the menu, noticing Spencer's eyes on her as he didn't even pick his up. She looked at him over the top of her menu,

"Come here a lot?"

"Oh all the time. Any idea what you want?" He asked, she read over the menu as he spat off some statistics about Thailand and the nutritional value of red pepper flakes and how heat can raise the metabolism and be good for the lymphatic system.

"Well, I don't know I'm really bad at making decisions especially when everything looks so good."
"Or when you're going to blown up by a car bomb on a rooftop." Caitlyn was about to be somewhat offended until she looked up and saw a goofy smile on his face, he was making a joke. Something that was rare but increasing between the two.

"Yeah, exactly." She laughed putting the menu down as the waiter came to take their orders. Spencer ordered an Arnold Palmer and Caitlyn ordered a beer, something she enjoyed after a case and if she didn't have to drive.

"You don't mind, do you?" She asked, when they brought her Stella to the table, the young doctor shook his head.

"So, I guess you're going to be staying around for a couple of cases."
"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know how much use I'll be. The last case I can understand because there was a bomber and I have a specialty in explosives, but other than my degree's I'm not that much of a profiler." She confessed taking a sip of her beer and eagerly awaiting her food as she watched plates pass by and go to other tables.

"You have a basic understanding of the underlying causes that drive human behavior and that's all it really is, you really did help us on that last case."

"I was really sure that you hated me and I apparently was off." Caitlyn laughed.

"Well I'm a rare breed, I was in college when I was 12. Human behavior isn't always obvious in certain aspects especially when it comes to human attraction and the way each said human deals with the emotion." Spencer said, looking down at the table. It was as if God was helping them because at that time, the waiter brought their food and Spencer asked for a fork for his noodles.

"You have an IQ of 187, and you can't use chopsticks?" Caitlyn teased, twirling noodles around hers.

"Honestly it's like trying to eat with pencils!" The both of them laughed.

"But if you're nervous… try profiling me." Spencer said. Caitlyn shook her head, still chewing a bite in her mouth.

"No way!"
"Why not?"
"Because I have a tendency of putting my foot in my mouth and what if I say something that offends you because I'm way off base." Caitlyn countered.

"Just try it." He smiled, Caitlyn for the first time was the one to break eye contact as she stared down at her plate.

"Okay." She began, "You always felt out of place all your life because of your intelligence and being around people who were older than you all the time made you grow up quickly. You were picked on in school which further led you to your education and when you realized that you could use it as a strength you did and you hide behind it. But… there's someone else who made you interested in it, your mother or your father? Who you have a close connection with. But I'm somewhat stuck there, because you don't really have family pictures on your desk. And because you are so intelligent and spend your time chasing serial killers and reading and grew up reading and with that one parental figure, you're smart but missed out on learning some social aspects like verbal cues and obvious things like with Garcia in the elevator."

The young doctor smiled a small smile at her, Caitlyn's eyes instantly widened.

"Or I could be COMPLETELY wrong."

"No, no, you did a really good job." he said softly, "it's my mom, by the way. She has schizophrenia. But don't tell the rest of the team, they don't really know." Reid had never told that to anyone on the team, and had no idea why he was doing it now. Eager to change the topic Caitlyn switched it.

"Alright Spence, profile me."

"You come from a good home, you have one parent, who never thought that anything you did was good enough and taught you to be tough. Which is why you over achieved in school and joined the SWAT unit. You also have a slight form of OCD, I could tell by the way you organized your utensils and the way that you eat your food in a certain order. You're also extremely beautiful- but don't believe it yourself and don't want to use it in a way to gain an upper hand or get anything more than anyone else which is another reason why you joined the unit that you did. And which leads me to believe you're a feminist. And you exude a lot of self confidence even though you really don't have that much at all except for in your abilities." Caitlyn stared at the doctor and nodded.

"My dad."

"What?"

"My dad is the one that never thought anything was good enough. Even now, it's Caitlyn the FBI? Are you the unit chief yet? Whenever I started something I was the head of it in months!" She mimicked the voice of her father which brought both the agents to laugh. She ignored the compliment of him saying that she was beautiful and kept it in the back of her mind.

"I like that you look me in the eyes now." She blurted, maybe the beer was giving her some of that confidence she didn't have. Reid blushed, "do you have to wear those glasses?"

"No not really, I just have my whole life."

"Well you have nice eyes, you shouldn't hide them." Both of the agent's phones buzzed in their bags. Reid groaned a bit, Caitlyn wasn't used to the case calls and didn't know what that entailed when they got a message that soon after a case. Reid picked his phone up and let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, we don't have a case yet, just Hotch letting us know we don't have to be in until 9:30, which is rare." Spencer explained to her as Caitlyn chewed her food and nodded her head.

"Is it usual that you don't even get to go home sometimes and get cases so soon?"
"More often than you would think."
"Well, it's not like I'd be missing out on a whole night at home in bed. I wasn't sure if I was staying so I'm staying at the four star on Bleaker street."
"The motel?!" Reid asked.

"Hey, it's not that bad it's more like longer than usual short term condos." She smiled. Throughout the dinner they talked more about some psychological theories and about their lives, and when dinner was over Spencer grabbed the bill against Caitlyn's objections. Caitlyn just listened to him chatter quickly on the metro home, not getting annoyed once and taking in his features. When they finally got to her stop she looked at him,

"Thanks for the Thai food."

"Yeah, no problem." he started, "Maybe I could take you on like, a real date? When we have a day off." he felt more comfortable around her after getting to know her, but was still nervous about her response being surprised that he even asked.

"Sure," she smiled.

"And um… I don't know if it's too much but, do you wanna get some coffee before we go into the office tomorrow?"

"Definitely. I'll pick you up, and I'll buy!" she said, the doctor shook his head.

"Not a chance." Caitlyn leaned in close and gave him a tight hug, not wanting to move to fast because this felt like something entirely new and different. "See you tomorrow."

The young doctor had a smile plastered on his face all the way home until he got to bed, counting the hours until the morning.