I stare at the body of a twenty year old man who had been killed a couple hours earlier. We arrive at the crime scene as Penelope Garcia flirts through the phone to a certain "chocolate thunder" about the case we are working.

"Alright, thanks babygirl." Morgan hangs up bringing his attention to me.

"Did she get anything?" I ask him.

"We got him (L/N)." He shouts getting into the car, me following suite.

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The jet just landed and the whole team returned to the building at Quantico. Walking out of the elevator with Prentiss in my ear continuing to talk about her "Sin to Win" weekend.

"Sin to Win?" Morgan questions, striding back to his desk.

"Yep, and I always win BIG" Emily smirks at Derek, gathering her things and bidding us adieu.

"You have any plans for the weekend, (L/N)?" Rossi asks me.

"Uh, nope. I was planning on having a stay at home movie night with myself and myself." I smile and laugh as I catch Spencer coming out of Hotch's office with a sad look on his face.

"Well, I'm going home to my mansion to drink a bottle of fifty year old scotch with my twentieth wife, as you people would all joke about me." Rossi laughs as he and Derek walk out together.

"Have fun with that!" I yell at them through the glass doors.

Spencer is gathering his things and putting them in his book bag. He still looks really really sad. I walk over to him with my things. I lightly touch his forearm, making him snap his head toward me.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask him concerned.

"Uh, yeah. I just got a call from Bennington Sanitarium. They said my mom isn't doing good. I asked Hotch if I could take tomorrow as a personal day. It's nothing you should worry about." He continues to gather his books and papers, not looking at me anymore.

It makes me sad that Spencer thinks I shouldn't worry about him. I know he doesn't like to make others involved with his problems but I want him to know I am here for him. I put my hand over his and stop him from shoving things into his book bag. He looks up at me.

"You're coming with me tonight, Dr. Reid. No complaining or arguing." I smile grabbing his hand and interlacing our fingers together, dragging him towards the elevator with me.

"(Y/N) my bag is still back there, I need that. (Y/N)!" He yells at me as I push the button in the elevator to go to the lobby.

We pile into my car as I start it and turn the heater up high. It's freezing out tonight. I turn up the radio to some sixties station and drive down the road not giving Reid a clue about what's going on.

"(Y/N), you know I hate surprises. Where are we going? I need to get home so I can book a flight to Vegas and make sure my mom is okay. (Y/N)?" He rambles on and on.

"Spence, give it a rest for a minute. Your mom is going to be okay. I know it. We can take a look at flights later tonight when we go back to my place. Okay?" I glance over at him for a second before turning my eyes back to the road.

"Your place?" He screws up his face in confusion.

I turn my car into the parking lot in front of a small diner. Spencer shut up after I told him to stop freaking out the last time. I open my car door and walk to the other side of my car. I opened his door, bowing.

"Sir," I smile holding out my hand for him to take.

"Shouldn't it be me opening your door and helping you out of the car?" He smiles, laughing a bit.

"Whatever, you're sad and I want to help you feel better so that clearly made you laugh. I'm one step closer to making you happier." I laugh grabbing his hand again.

We step into the diner and I walk up to the counter telling them I have an order to pick up, for (L/N). I look up at the tall man as he peers around the diner, looking around at all of the oldies decorations. He looks around at all of the families and couples sitting at the booths and tables scattered around the place. I see him smile a bit. I blush a little at him smiling and squeeze his hand grabbing his attention.

"Ready to go?" I smile waving the brown bag in my hand in front of him.

"Yeah." He says, looking back at all of the people once again becoming sad.

I pull him out to the car. I hand him the bag in my hand and tell him not to open in until we get back to my place. He nods firmly. I drive the car all the way back to my apartment. We both hop out of my car and walk up the stairs to my door.

I open it slightly and snatch the bag out of Spencer's hands as he walks in the door. I giggle at him as I tell him to sit on my couch and wait for me to come back. I have had this planned for a night when he was sad I have just been saving it because he's been really happy lately. Guess not tonight.

I come back from my bedroom holding a suit in my hand and before I can say anything I see Spencer crying with his head in his hands on my couch. I run over quickly, dropping everything from my hands and enthralling him in my arms. He weeps into my shoulder as I run my hand through his hair. I slowly shift us onto the couch and Spencer sits up, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"I really want her to be okay, (Y/N). I really really do. She's all I have left." A tear rolls down his cheek.

"That isn't true Spence." I lift a hand to his cheek, wiping the tear off.

"You have me. Now, go in my bathroom and put this on. I have a surprise." I smile a little before standing up and handing him the suit.

"A suit? What's this for (Y/N)?" He asks, confused.

"Just put it on genius." I nudge him with my elbow. Nodding my head toward the bathroom, he stands up and makes his way there.

I quickly run into my bedroom and change into the (F/C) dress I bought. It hangs down to just above my ankles. I slip on the black heels I bought as well. I brush out my hair and run as fast as I can into the kitchen preparing the dinner from the diner on plates and light a few candles. Just as i'm in the middle of fixing things up, Spencer comes out of the bathroom. I look up at him.

He looks absolutely incredible. The suit I bought fits him perfectly and he is the most handsome man i've ever seen in my life. I make my way over to him and place a hand on his tie, fixing it a little bit.

"(Y/N), you look stunning. What is this about?" He says, still looking me up and down, a grin on his face.

"Sit down, we are having dinner. I know you like the food from the diner so I got your favorite. We don't have to worry about any case, or anything else. Just you, me and these burgers and milkshakes. How does that sound?" I smile pulling the chair out for him.

"Perfect." he takes a seat.

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I stand up and wash the last of the plates from the table as Spencer looks at flights to Vegas on my computer. I continuously glance at him, enjoying the sight of the gorgeous man in my apartment. I place the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher and walk past him to my record player. I push through all of my vinyls before settling on some slow jazz music.

I walk over to Spencer and place my hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me and I hold my hand out for him. He gladly takes it and I pull my coffee table out from the middle of my room making space to dance. I pull him into the middle of rug with me.

"Dance with me?" I ask him shyly.

"Of course, (Y/N)." He wraps his arms around my waist.

I sling my arms around his neck and we sway side to side for a while. He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, making me blush and smile. Everything was fine until Spencer trips on my dress. He accidentally steps on it and rips the bottom of it a little. He automatically breaks down crying and falls to the floor. He continues to apologize to me over and over.

I slide down to my knees and bring him close to me, cradling his head in my hands. His whole body is shaking and he is sobbing.

"(Y/N) you tried to make this the best night and you tried to make me feel better and all i'm doing is making it worse. I can't believe i'm such a clutz that I ripped your dress, no wonder they don't take me into the field that often. I can't even dance with the girl i'm in love with. Wait I just said that out loud. (Y/N) I-" I lift his head and place my lips on his.

I bring my hands to his hair and thread my fingers though it. Spencer's hands find my face and he holds it while he kisses me back. I shift a little making him stop.

"I messed that up too didn't I. I'm sorry (Y/N). I really should go home and just pack for my flight tomorrow. I'm sorry again." He stands up and heads for my door. I grab his arm.

He turns around, sadness in his eyes. I bring my lips to his again and kiss him as passionately as I could. I pull away and look at the tears streaming from his eyes.

"Spencer Reid. I am in love with you. Who cares if you ripped my dress. You are clumsy sometimes but that's one of the things I love about you. I love how you care about everyone that comes into your life. I love how you smile at everything and put your heart and soul into your job. I love you. I would do anything for you. You didn't mess anything up, I've been waiting to kiss you forever. It was prefect. Now,can we please finish that dance?" I smile at him and tug at the sleeve of his suit.

He smiles and walks back over to the rug with me. I smile up at him resting my head on his shoulder as we dance. I smile as he sighs.

"What is it?" I look at him.

"(Y/N), you're the most perfect girl ever." He kisses my forehead.

"And you are the strongest, most amazing man I know." I laugh through my nose as I see the happiness in his eyes come back.

We dance for a while longer before getting into more comfortable clothes and cuddling on the couch.

"Can I just say one thing (Y/N)?" He asks catching your attention.

"What is it, Spence?"

"Tonight was way better than any Sin to Win weekend or night at Rossi's. I'd do it all over again with you if I could." He laughs.

"Definitely!" I laugh.

He snuggles closer to me and before I know it, he's fast asleep in my arms. His head laying in my lap.