Spencer Reid was never avid at flirting, but when he saw you serving drinks at that bar he just knew. For him you were the most beautiufl girl he had ever seen, and even if he was working on a case and Derek was behind him, he had to try.

You paid attention as he showed you with a magic trick a portrait of a suspect. You thought he was cute, because he was indeed, really cute.

“And a scar… over there” he said, taking out the pen that had gone through the paper, but no whole was visible.

You scoffed and laughed. “How?!” You managed to say, he just laughed and shrugged. He smiled awkwardly and looked at you.

“If you see him, call me” Spencer smiled.

“And if I don’t see him? Can I still call you?” you pulled out the most flirty comment your mind allowed you. God this is a mistake he is working you thought.

Spencer hesitated for a moment, not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t know what to say next without looking like an idiot.

“Ye-yep, you can call me” he said a bit shyly and turned away to leave.

“I need your phone number, silly!” you called him and smiled.

“Behind your barette” he smiled at you and walked away with Derek.

Your jaw nearly dropped. You took the card with his number and smiled. Night was slow, but the next day you smiled to yourself looking at the humber on the card. Dr Spencer Reid. Damn.

Slowly, you started dialling the number, and when his familiar voice said ”this is Dr Spencer Reid. Who’s this?”, you just smiled, ready to answer him