Oh, he was worried. He was sweaty, he was shaking, he was probably about to faint. Because he was meeting you in about.. ten minutes. He got here early, after all.

You weren't a huge celebrity he wanted to meet, no, you were his lover. Well, through letters. You were his penpal lover, because you had some stalker after your every move and couldn't exit your apartment, but you were an insanely talented geneticist he was referred to for his headaches.

Slipping that first letter in your mailbox was nothing if not nerve wracking. He just didn't know it would change his life for the better.

Spencer had begged the BAU to work your case, even if you insisted they didn't have to. And Hotch being the good boss he is, finally relented. They got the guy in less than a week.

That means he could finally meet you.

JJ and Garcia were asking him questions, wondering if he had a type or if how he wishes you looked like, but truthfully, he didn't care.

Because you were already the most beautiful person in the world to him.

Arranging a meeting once again through letters, he was now waiting on the bench at the park you two agreed on.

He was a little insecure about his own appearance, though. What if you didn't want a scrawny, dorky nerd like him? What if you wanted someone who doesn't spew out information like a broken water tap?

He rocked back and forth on his heels and the balls of his feet as he waited. Waited and panicked simultaneously. Multitasking, am I right?