Spencer did not consider himself a ladies man. Maybe he had some.. untapped talent, or something, he felt like he didn't, but he felt more so the ladies avoided him like the plague. The nerd aura wasn't like.. that appealing to most women. (Those women were in fact, wrong).

But Morgan insisted that he did have some untapped talent. Which was coming very much in handy now, since the two of them were in a bar attempting to warn all the women about the unsub that was targetting women partying in bars and the ladies who worked at them. So far, all the women Spencer had tried to talked to had been turned off by.. him, just.. his aura. Had even thought he wss the unsub.

Really great, right?

After a quick pep talk with Morgan, who told him to use his strengths, Spencer decided to try a new approach. Magic. And you were the lady he'd decided to try it on. He thought you were so pretty, and just—besides that, you liked his magic, at least, the way you were looking at him told him that. He may be a profiler with an IQ of 187 but he was an absolute dork when it came to women.

He'd told you to call the BAU if you heard or saw anything, but.. you wanted to call him. Oh. Okay, he—okay. "Uhm, yeah, you can.. you can do that," he nods, trying to stop his smile from widening. When you look at him confused, since you don't have his number, he murmurs, "check your hair clip."

Your expression makes him chuckle, and he beams, the shock in your eyes making him giddy. He'd put his number on a paper behind your clip.

How? Well, a magician never tells his secrets.