Agony and Ecstacy

[Krys Robin]

Krys was out of town, as she often was for work, or rather, she was back in NYC for CT where she was supposed to be. Her schedule was often so hectic that she went between areas, sometimes at least five or six every month! Oliver had ceased this opportunity in her absence to invite a young blonde woman Shannon, whom he had met at a club that his pals had dragged him out to. She had seemed interested and they had swapped numbers, all without Krys' knowledge.

He had taken her on a few dates, Krys as well, but today was all solely Shannon (with Krys being miles and miles away) and Oliver sat in a fancy restraunt wining and dining the woman like the best of 'em. He knew the routine well and he knew just how to make a woman putty in his hands all with the use of liqoured up words and a dollar or two. Petty change for someone like him with the family that he was a part of.

Sitting at a little table at the quaint, upscale french style bistro he reached out with a smug little smile and tucked a few strands of the woman's blonde hair behind her ear, illiciting a giggle from her to which his eyes glinted excitedly. If he played his cards right and kept feeding her and wining her they'd be in bed together by eleven, and that was factoring in possible makeshift conversation and a little bit of hesitance on her part. Oliver knew better, he'd wear her down eventually.

Now she was excusing herself to the bathroom, but Oliver put up a little resistance all the while teasing her and making her giggle as he tugged at her arm, her shoulder, part of her outfit, her hip. When all was said and done he pressed a feather light kiss on her lips and she departed to 'powder her nose'. Quite pleased with himself he sat back down at his table and pulled out his expensive cell phone and started to text. Who? No other than Krys.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid had had a few trying weeks. After the Virus was taken care of up in New York, which he was so glad when it was, he had gone back to Quantico only to deal with a few more cases. All of which seemed extra long and hard after seeing so many people die in the few days he was in New York. Then there was the FBI ball that he had been forced to go to. The whole thing just sucked. He had seen Krys there with none other than Oliver, the rich guy she continually said she wasn't dating yet it was even clear to Spencer Reid that she was. It all just annoyed him. The two seemed Happy together, though. And that was all that mattered. That Krys was happy. Even if it made Reid unhappy. More and more the past few days, maybe with a little help from Morgan bring up their little ice cream party they had had, he had been realizing his feelings for the data analysis. He had even called her once and sent her a couple of e-mail's since those few days in New York. He wasn't quite at the word Love yet, but he was getting close.

It was a surprise where Reid found himself. It was a restaurant that he couldn't afford, let alone with food he would actually like. It had been a kind of present one of the victims had given him after he and the team saved her from being killed a few days ago. They had refused anything, but yet some how she had still managed to get everyone home with something. Ironically she had given Reid a free meal at this restaurant, having told him it was just wonderful, for him and a "friend". Spencer figured that she gave it to him as a kind of leg up in the dating business, since he wasn't the most girl friendly guy. Yet Reid didn't want to ask anyone but Krys out, and she wouldn't be back in Washington for several days, if even that, and there was no way he could change the reservation date. He had thought about asking JJ or Emily, maybe even Morgan out, but they all refused, saying that he had to ask a girl out on a date. So he decided he would go by himself and figure out what to tell them later.

As he walked into the fancy restaurant he felt like a fish out of water. He didn't know how to act in a place like this. What made it even worse was he was by himself. Which turned out to be a really bad idea because seeing a lonely awkward looking man eating by himself was not what most were used to seeing in a place like that. Reid was seated a table over from Oliver's, but at first he didn't see him. He was to busy trying not to look at anyone, and draw attention to himself. After a while, though he started to look around, finding people watching a very interesting game, after all he was one of the best at it. Right off he say an old, rich man cheating on his wife with a twenty year old tramp. A couple that were having marital problems but still had enough since to try and make it work. Then he say a pretty blonde, obviously slightly drunk, with a handsome young man that Reid could only see the back of his head at that moment, who only wanted to sleep with the blonde and nothing more.

When the guy sat down was when Reid realized who he was Oliver Davis, Krys' "boyfriend". Reid was shocked and had no idea what to do, so he turned his head so as not to be see and thought. There was no missing the fact that he wanted sex and was on a date with the girl. But had Krys broken up with him? Reid couldn't be sure if he was cheating or not. Reid's first thought was to talk to him, but he didn't know what to say. Several moments later Reid got an idea. Sweeping his hand across the table in front of him he knocked his water glass over slipping it not only on the floor, but some what on Oliver's lap. At the last moment Reid hoped that the other man didn't recognize him from the plane crash or the party. "I'm so sorry." Reid exclaimed his voice soft and worried, which worked all making it seem like he was worried about the water not talking to the man that he was sure was cheating on the girl he loved.

[Krys Robin]

"I'm so sorry."

"What the?!" Oliver cried out in a hiss as he looked down at the wet spot now in the lap of his pants. His initial knee jerk reaction was to stand, which he soon did with his arms outstretched. Some people glanced over their shoulder to see what was going on while others pretended to be too busy with their meals. Oliver however maintained a look of annoyance though he knew it wasn't very respectful of him as it had probably just been an honest mistake.

"What's your problem?" He then turned around to see who the culprit was and immediately recognized him. And though he knew him as one of Krys' best friends he seemed horribly unalarmed. Was he really that cool and calculated? No, he just figured that Spencer was too much of a chicken to say anything. That much was blatantly obvious the few times that he had run into the young man. A low blow, but it was true. He somehow doubted that this man could even speak his own opinion with the absence of book facts without wetting himself.

"Well look who it is." He gave a knowing chuckle and a shake of his head as he grabbed a cloth napking from a passing by waiter. "Boy wonder. Does the bureau pay you enough to come in here?" He poised laced with sarcasm. Open on the table was his phone with the blinking text 'message from Krys Robin' glowing on the square screen.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

((ooc: Oh.. wo, Oliver is so cold... Gosh... I'm sure Reid is going to get punched for what he's about to say...))

Reid quickly stood from his chair as well, hoping to try and help the man clean up, make it seem like he wasn't being mean or anything. But he also knew that if he touched the other man he would take it the wrong way so he just ended up standing a foot or two away kind of awkwardly. The few people looking at the two made Reid feel even more uncomfortable and he wanted nothing more than to just say he was sorry and turn and walk away, never looking back at this place again. But that would mean leaving Krys with this man who cheated on her while she was out of town. What was to say that Oliver didn't do this every time she was gone?

"Boy wonder. Does the bureau pay you enough to come in here?" Reid hated that he recognized him. He had hoped that he was to busy counting money to recognize the genius. Then in Reid's experience almost everyone that ever meet him remembered who he was, it was a curse really. "Are you really surprised?" He answered his question very coldly. It was almost like it wasn't really Spencer there. Just the thought of this guy made Reid's skin crawl. Reid wondered how he was going to play this out now that he knew Oliver knew who he was. The other man had been right when he thought Reid a wimp, unable to talk his opinion. That was who he was. And even worse was he knew they were causing a scene and anything he said the rich boy could through back at him with no problem. Reid wasn't that good at confrontations like this. But it was for Krys, and that thought kept him going.

When the phone screen lite up on the table Reid couldn't help but see what it said. And he was applauded by it. He was texting Krys while on a date? What kind of guy did this rich snoop think he was? Did he really look down on others so much to treat them as lesser to trash. Reid kind of wished they would realize that this guy was a serial killer so they could lock him up. And in many ways he acted like one, Ted Bundy mostly, but Reid would never say that to him, as he would probably take it as a complement.

Anger flaring in the boy genius' eyes Reid quickly went down and snatched the phone of the table. Taking a better look at the green screen. Then he turned it around so Oliver could see and snapped, "Your cheating on Krys and have the nerve to text her while doing it!?" He said a little to loud, but he didn't care who heard him now, the more the better Reid thought. At least he could ruin Oliver's pretty reputation. Reid also had half a mind to open the phone and read the text, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. This was going to hurt Krys so bad. First her father and now this. She had some of the worse luck with boys.

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[Krys Robin]

OOC: Yep.. CM roleplay- We know drama. ))

"Are you really surprised?"

"Shocked really." Oliver answered coldly, never once did his calm expression waiver. Cool as a cucumber he stood before the genius, not at all scared so it would seem. "More so that you'd come to a place surrounded by non brainiacs. But by the looks of things you're all alone here. Surprise, surprise." Yeah, Oliver was just as decent at reading people without being a profiler, and he knew certain nails that he could hit right on the head that would hurt or manipulate whoever he was speaking to the most.

"So, are any of your babysitters here?" He questioned nonchalantly, peering in each direction for any sign of the BAU folks that Spencer was usually seen 'clinging' to. Krys was no where in the area, Oliver was sure of that, so one of them was bound to be lurking. Certainly this young man didn't make up his mind all by himself to SOCIALIZE. That was just ridiculous. "Or did you wander off? You might want to scadaddle, they'll be worried sick." Yeah, he was chiding him, and yes, he was damn proud of it.

"Don't get yourself all in a tizzy Doctor Reid. Might fry your brain and then what would you have? Nothing." Catching the angry glare that Spencer gave him Oliver chuckled, or at least what he attemped to pass off as an angry glare. In his opinion the nerd looked more like a five year old having a temper tantrum, and this amused him despite the situation. But this smirk instantly vanished when Spencer took his very expensive phone. Sure he could have purchased a new one, but ironically enough it was the principal of the matter than anything else.

"None of your damn business agent." Oliver responded cooly, easily reaching out and roughly snatching his cellular phone right back and pocketing it. "What would you do about it anyways?" Another eerie calm smirk spread across his thin lips. "Tell? You don't have the guts, and even if you did she wouldn't believe you. Why would she? She'd just think you were making it up." A lie, but once again Oliver knew just how to manipulate those weaker than he. "And if she thinks you're making it up she might stop talking to you all together. Poof. There goes your only friend outside of work... Am I right?" Oh yeah, he had him pegged. And horribly enough, he had fun doing this.

"Why do you care anyways?" He immediately shot back, changing the topic as his eyes fell on the brainiac. "Why do you want to play hero? Afraid I'll get to see your friend naked?.. By the way, I will. You can trust me on that. I promise I'll tell you all about it..." Now Oliver had an inkling Spencer might like Krys, Robin seemed to be the only one who didn't have any clue, but he was saying this comment to gauge the reaction and see if it was true.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid had hoped that his little comment would have pushed Oliver away, but is seemed to ignite the fire. He had really judge this guy wrong. He was a psychopath, and a narcissus. The only thing he cared about was himself. Reid tried to figure out a response, something like I'm to important to the FBI to not get payed a lot. But it was a lie. Of course the only got payed 40,000 dollars a year, though with very little time spent at home that money went further. And he was important to the FBI but he wouldn't leave even if he got payed close to nothing. The comment would have also made him sound snoopier then he really was, and that might give Oliver even more to throw at him. So Reid keep his mouth shut. That was even harder when he went back him being there alone. Again he wanted to lie, but he knew the lie would be stopped a mile off. Anything he said could be used against him, so he let Oliver talk himself into a hole. Despite what Oliver might think Reid could get out of this, not only was he abused physically, there was also a lot a verbal abuse when he was young, so he knew what to say and what not to. Paired with his interrogation skills he could talk his way out of this, he hoped.

"So, are any of your babysitters here?" The was the coldest this Reid could have thought to say. He thought back going through his mind to try and find something he could either say about oliver, or about himself to disprove what he was saying. "I haven't needed a Babysitter since I was two years old." Reid said, trying mimic the harsh yet cool tone of Oliver's. It didn't quite work and he knew that what he said wasn't near as powerful as he wanted it to be. "What were you doing at age three? I was doing calculus." He asked this time able to sound cold, it wasn't that hard when he thought Oliver was some sort of UNSUB, if not really a killer than at least a bad guy. Reid did wish that Morgan was there he would have whooped this guys butt. Even better Reid wished Matt was there. He was so worried over Reid then Spencer couldn't imagine what he would do to Oliver now.

When Oliver used the word Agent is made Reid slightly happy. That meant that he had some sense of authority. He understood that Reid was higher on the food chain, being a man of the law. And even though he didn't seem think so in his talk, Reid knew that it was there. And that was how he would get him. Use his powers as an agent. He brought up a good question, however. What was Reid going to do? At first Reid couldn't figure anything out, the he realized that what Oliver had said about him not being able to tell her what was going on was a lie. He knew he could, he had asked about Krys' father. If he could do that, he could do anything. And though it would be hard, he still could do it.

"Why do you want to play hero? Afraid I'll get to see your friend naked?.. By the way, I will. You can trust me on that. I promise I'll tell you all about it..." Reid turned pink with the words. He looked to the floor, trying to control his emotions. This was like any other interrogation. He had to keep his emotions out, and stay on the ball, not let him play you, and as of yet Reid had let Oliver play him. He needed to stop making this personal. That was hard when it was Krys on the other side, though, he could seem to keep his mind working straight when it was her they were talking about. "Then I'll charge you with rape." Reid said smoothly. Oliver had given him an open with that one. And anything he said against it Reid would have an answer for, because this was his territory now.

[Krys Robin]

"Then I'll charge you with rape."

Oliver laughed. He had been a bit surprised by this threat, but not so much surprised at the words but rather the fact that Spencer Reid had managed to threaten him. It wasn't as poorly executed as one might expect though Oliver thought it was pathetic, that was his personal feelings seeping in. "And tell me Agent Reid how you can rape the willing?" He of course would get Krys' consent. He got consent from everyone. He wasn't talking about forcing her. He knew just how to manipulate (so he thought) so he figured that it would be a piece of cake.

It was when his cold eyes looked up that he noted the pink hue in Spencer's cheeks. His lips slightly parted in recognition mixed with a smirk. "Oh my god." Yep, he knew alright. Whether Spencer wanted him to or not, he knew. "You like her." This struck a chord with him as though it had been a joke someone shared and he was laughing again, shaking his head with disdain. "Spencer Reid likes someone who doesn't have a copyright date. Oh, this is fantastic. Just fantastic." If Matt had been by to see this behavior from Oliver Davies, he surely would have wholloped him a good one even if he wasn't a fan of Spencer either.

"Tell me Spencer, does it eat you up on the inside to know the better man won?" Oh yeah, he'd poke and prod at the wound until it was gaping, just to watch it fester for his own personal enjoyment. "To know that I've held her, kissed her.. That I'll have her?" Half of these were lies. Krys had never kissed him, he was always the one to pursue her for some odd reason, but Spencer didn't know that and this rich boy did so enjoy causing Spencer agony. "And I will. Over and over and over again."

Looking at the boy's face he couldn't let up, he had to keep going for some twisted reason. "Aw... Did I upset you? Ah well. Welcome to the new world order asshole." He finished before reaching to the table to calmly sip from his wine glass. Enjoying the tanginess against his tongue. This was another slap in the face to the man before him. That he could be so calm given the accusations against him.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid had been ready for that question, that one and "Krys wont testify against me." Both he knew what to say. He was kind of glad that he choose that one, knowing that this was right were his job layed, psychology. There was no way Oliver would be able to talk his way out of this one. Reid smiled a small smile and said, "Manipulation." He watched Oliver's face change taking pride in it. "I can get you on psychological rape as well as physical. If she has any regret after words, then we can play the mental card. That she wasn't at few mental state when it happened, whether by alcohol or not, it can still be considered rape." He was proud of himself and hoped that that would be enough to keep him at bay.

But Reid's wishes were no sooner made then broken. Oliver noticed something about Reid, some small thing, that proved that he liked her. The teasing came like a grade school student making fun of someone's first crush. This was one of the hardest things for Reid. He hadn't wanted Oliver to know he was defending someone he loved. That only gave him fuel on the fire. And with that fuel Oliver went to town. Going on and on about how Kyrs loved him, kissed him. Reid could see Krys kissing the slimy man. It made him sick. He didn't want to know that she kissed anyone else. He hated the thought. The jealousy. Was she really that blind to what Reid thought of her. It hurt. The more Oliver talk the more Reid lost his mind, unable to think straight, figure things out. It wasn't until Oliver sat down that Reid started to read between the lines. What Reid wanted to do at the moment was punch Oliver, but he knew it was a fight he couldn't win. Everyone would see Reid throw the first punch. Even was Reid had never punch a man in his life. In a soft voice he asked, "If your so hot, why haven't you slept with her yet?" He was still standing only feet away from the man, he wasn't going to sit down and let him win.

((ooc: Sorry it's so short.))[/size]

[Krys Robin]

Oliver would not be waivered. To the contrary, he set his wine glass down with ease, his gaze as cool and cold as ever. "And you would want to put Krys through a trial like that?" His brow inclined slightly, as if taunting the man. He knew exactly on what strings to pull and he showed no sign of haulting. "Let alone have her live with the idea that she was raped when she wasn't? Wow, you're such a good friend Spencer Reid. I bet she's so lucky to have you.." The sarcasm oozed from his voice and he rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure she also would appreciate you hinting that she was unstable." Another smack in the face. Spencer was smart but Oliver wasn't exactly dull either. "Accusing them of mental instability is always the swiftest way to a girl's heart." More sarcasm and this time it was accompanied by a cocky little smirk. Did this stupid oaf actually think he could 'win' this? Not a chance in hell!

"So wipe that shit eating grin off your face doctor, you've got nothing. And if you say something you'll have nothing. Funny how that works, eh?" Oliver poised calmly sitting back in his seat and crossing his legs casually. His thumb idly traced circles on the top of his wine glass. God how he loved being in control. And he just had to pour salt on the slug that was Spencer Reid. "You know.." He began, his eyes looking to the wine glass idly. "She kisses rather well, I mean, a bit awkward at first but with more and more practice I'm sure she'll get better. Like riding a bike, hm?" He looked up and then gave a smirk upon seeing Spencer's face. "Oh what am I saying? You probably can't even ride a bike.. My fault entirely."

"If your so hot, why haven't you slept with her yet?"

"Is that a challenge?" Oliver looked up at the young man, with all of the promise in the world that he would do it.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid had been expecting what Oliver would say. And he had had an answer. That was before he actually said it. Reid knew what to do, and knew that he could play states about how many rape cases were closed with out the victim testifying. Reid knew it was a fight he could win with all his expertise in the subject, yet some how when Oliver start to go about all the things he should have been able to rebate with little trouble Reid came up blank on a response. Everything he said was true, in one way. Even if it's not how Reid had meant it when he said it. He wasn't trying to say Krys was crazy or incapable, but of course what he said could come across that way. And Oliver had picked right up on it, and several other things. This made Reid feel terrible. Almost like that was what he had said. The anger faded and was over taken by sadness. What was happening it him. How could this low life walk all over him. 'Keep it together.' he thought 'He's trying to manipulate you. He knew where to hit, you just have to be smarter. This like Morgan, like Hotch.' His thoughts raced as he tried to pull himself back together.

Finally he decided that there was no way he could go on with what he had started. He had to change it, try somewhere else. when one door closes another opens. It was when he say Oliver's hands tracing the lip of the win glass that he got another idea. The drunk bimbo in the bathroom. How many other were there like that. This time Reid didn't smile but he felt like he had something that might work. Something that he could actually use to get him off the streets. "Okay, so I can't get you on raping Kyrs, but I can get you on raping her." He pointed to the bathroom knowing Oliver would understand. "Did you know that it is illegal to sleep with someone when they are intoxicated with alcohol? because they aren't at full capacity the argument can be made that they didn't consent to it." Reid paused a moment before adding, "And Chances are there are more than just that girl. How many others have you gotten drunk then taken advantage of?" Reid felt the anger coming back and he suddenly knew what Elle had felt like when they had to let a rapist go free to rape another innocent women.

"Is that a challenge?" His cold voice came over Reid and he felt a shiver. The words frightened him. What was he going to do? He couldn't let him hurt Krys. Fury in his eyes Reid stepped, closer, if that was even possible and said in a low harsh voice, "You don't touch you. Not a finger. Or I swear I'll...." He was not with a threat and knew it had no meaning to Oliver, but he had to try, try and stop the monster before he hurt Krys or anyone else.

[Krys Robin]

"Isn't it past your bedtime Agent Reid?" Oliver let out a long, dramatic sigh mixed in with a groan, treating Spencer like a five year old unworthy of his time seemed to be his specialty. As if to rub it in he didn't even stand up, choosing instead to lift his legs and rest them on the chair opposite of his body, lounging right in front of the young man despite all of the threats and how absolutely angry he looked. For god sakes, Spencer looked about ready to explode! Something that thrilled Oliver.

"Not if they ultimately want it and trust me Doctor Reid, each and every one of them do." He stretched his arms over his head, then proceeded to feign a yawn before clasping his hands behind his head. "And even on the rare occasion that they don't money talks. Please tell me that with all of the classes that you have taken you at least know the relevance of that." Oh yes. Money, money, money and Oliver's family had a lot of it. They practically owned the very city that that they were currently sitting in. Money did talk, and Oliver's fortune was the gabbiest of them all.

But when Spencer took a step toward him, Oliver was actually surprised (though he hid it well). He instantly found himself rising to his feet to counter the young man. He was tall, that could be said but Oliver did have some muscle. His fortune also managed to purchase a personal trainer. "Or you'll what?..." His voice oozed for Spencer just to make a move, to do anything.

A smirk pulled at the left corner of Oliver's lips and he scoffed at the man before giving him a fearless shove, causing Spencer to take a few steps back. He could have pushed much harder but he just wanted to prove a point. No point in causing a scene. "Do yourself a favor Spencer Reid." Oliver gave a nod toward the door. "Go back to your little BAU and to your little team. Maybe you'll stay out of trouble then."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

"Isn't it past your bedtime Agent Reid?" Reid lower his head in shame as he had a flashback. He was ten years old, his father had left two months before. His mother was in one of her episodes. Reid had made them both dinner that night, even though she hadn't eaten what he had placed in front of her. Then he went to do his homework. When he was done, only about thirty minutes later. When he came out of the sanctuary of his room he found his mom in the kitchen talking very loudly to no one. Shouting, telling them it wasn't okay. She was crying after a while. Scared Reid grabbed his mother's hand and told her it was okay. Then he went and tucked her into bed, like a father to his daughter. But Diana Reid didn't seem to know what was going on, or who Spencer was. As he left the room she asked, "Can you leave the lights on?" And so he did.

Reid looked back up at Oliver the intensity in his eyes gone. What was the point in fighting a fight that he couldn't win. Reid had been hoping the scare Oliver out of it but suggesting the rape theory, but he had never thought that he would fight back so hard on it. Well then again it was his integrity that he was protecting. And he was right. It was all about money. With the right amount of money you could make anyone do anything, and there was nothing Reid could do about that. He did have a few idea's to disinherit Oliver's money from his dad, after all none of it was really his. But that would be getting into territory that he had no idea about and he had seen what he could do with the stuff Reid did know a lot about.

Giving Oliver an evil glare, or what he tried to make evil, he sat back down. He wasn't going to answer the or what threat, no need. He had nothing he could go on, and he wasn't going to be able to think of anything. He knew Oliver would assume he was giving up on it, and he kind of was, at least for now. He would find something to get him on, even if it causes a thousand sleepless nights. There was no way he could think with Oliver standing over him.

Slowly Reid sat back at his table ready to just get the rest of his night over with. "Do yourself a favor Spencer Reid." Oliver gave a nod toward the door. "Go back to your little BAU and to your little team." He couldn't leave and give him the satisfaction. He had to at least stop the girl he was with now from making the mistake of going home with him. Maybe he could pull the fire alarm, but even then Reid was sure that the scumbag would find a way to woe her. It wasn't hard when he had his looks. Reid would just have to be creative. Not looking at Oliver he said, "And ruin the rest of my night off?"

[Krys Robin]

Oh god, he was *staying*. What was with this kid? What the hell was his problem that he just couldn't let him be? Let him do his thing that he had been doing for a few years now? Why did this Spencer Reid have to be the snag in the system? Though Oliver had to admit, a small part of him found this horribly fun. It was a challenge and just like everyone else he enjoyed a challenge, though of a different calibar than say a hot dog vender or a lowly sales girl. No, this still had the promise of being an entertaining, fun evening and with a little sex to boot. Could it get anymore perfect?

Well, here comes round one as he noticed his lovely date coming from the bathroom with a seductive little smile all her own. Krys never did that. Hell, she barely let him kiss her cheek and where the woman could be absolutely stimulating intellectually Oliver needed to be stimilated in other... Physical ways. Ways that would hopefully be covered by tonight whether Spencer Reid was breathing down his back or not.

"Back so soon luv?" He poised with the skill of a rich trustfund baby of his degree. Rising to his feet he took her hand helping her to sit back down to which she giggled. Okay, so she wasn't the brightest. He could overlook that for an evening. Perhaps two. Now all that was left to do was to pay the check and they could be on their way. Spencer couldn't very well follow them, if he did Oliver would be phoning the cops. The image of Spencer behind bars for a night made Oliver chuckle seemingly for no reason. Either way it would be a good night.

His phone vibrated on the table, breaking him from his thoughts and his smirk faded. Before his lovely date could glance Oliver took the phone and opened it with an apologetic: "I have to take this." Before excusing himself from the table and moving to the front waiting room of the restaraunt where he could have some 'privacy'. Phone to his ear he was a bit breathless as he listened. "No luv, I had absolutely no idea that Killer Whales are not whales." It was Krys on the other line.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid wished that he now had his glass of water so he could take a drink and at least look like he was doing something. But he had poured it on Oliver and now had nothing but the menu. So he picked it up and acted like he was reading it, he already knew everyone word on it. He was really watching Oliver and his date. He found the ritual they went through scary. It made Reid sick to think he did the same thing to Krys. He couldn't imagine her as the other girl, though, it wasn't something that she would do. She didn't giggle. She laughed, and that was fine with Reid.

As he watched them he wondered what he was going to do. How he was going to save that poor girl for the monster sitting across from her. A thousand things went through his mind at once. But the winning answer came when Oliver's phone rang, well it vibrated. Reid had a sick feeling that he knew who it was. It had to have been Krys, it's the only reason Oliver would have had the smile he had when he left the table to the lobby area. If Reid wanted this to work he had to move fast.

Pulling out his ID and badge he Quickly moved over to Oliver's seat and should her the badge. In a low voice, looking around to make sure Oliver wasn't around or could see him he said, "I'm with the FBI. We've been watching the man that you are with. He's not who he says he is. You need to get out of here as fast as you can, using the back door." He knew he sounded at least some what convincing, being something he was used to at least seeing, and maybe the lack of brains the girl had might increase the chances of her believing him. He just hoped that she listened to him and get out of there before Oliver got back. He knew that it was a stupid stunt that he was playing, but he also believed he was doing the right thing.

((ooc: I'll let you decided if The girl leaves or not. Or if Oliver catches them.))[/size]

[Krys Robin]

The poor girl's eyes widened at the sight of the badge. She wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box so it never crossed her mind that it could have been a fake. No this was entirely real to her and with widened blue eyes she looked to the Special Agent. "Wha... What's going on?" She managed to get out, slightly intoxicated from the wine but not badly enough to not be able to walk or drive.

Leaning forward on the table she listened to every one of Reid's hushed words before giving a worried nod in understanding. "Okay. Alright. Thank you!" She cried out before grabbing her purse and hurrying right out the door, her high heels clicking against the floor. Oliver saw her whisk past and broke his gaze from his phone, his lips slightly parted in surprise. "I have to go luv. I'll call you back..." And instantly it clicked.

Hanging up his phone with an angry glare he made his way back to the table, grabbing Spencer roughly by the arm and bringing him to his feet. Without so much as a word the stronger man dragged him outside yanking him around a corner and pushing him up against the cool alley wall. "What the hell do you think you're doing huh?!" He wasn't stupid, he knew that Spencer had something to do with it. This kid would be the bane of his existance. He roughly shoved Spencer against the brick wall again. "Well! Fucking say something!"