The Scientist (OPEN)

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

By no means did Reid had any idea of what krys had planed. He had guessed she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to have ice cream, but he didn't know that she was about to pull him off. At first he held on to the wall as tight as he could, but in the end his hand slipped and he founded himself being pulled off onto the ice. Trying not to fall he held Krys' hand with his life, and held out his other, like Krys did, as to keep his balance. Some how he managed to do it to with out even almost falling. They didn't go very far though. Krys turned and helping him stop placed her hands on his hips. That meant he no longer was holding her hand, and no longer had her balance helping him. He wobbled a little and quickly grabbed Krys' shoulders for support.

The little movement felt right. He looked down at Krys and smiled. In the back of his mind he had seen this scene played over and over in movies. He knew what to do next, but he couldn't do it. He coughed kind of nervously then said, "You call this fun? Ready to fall and break your neck?" By no means were the words in any way what they should have been. he found himself laughing the next second. The movement unbalanced him, and made him half fall, though he was able to catch himself, with the help of Krys. It was amazing that they both didn't fall to the ground. "See, there you go." He said lightly with another soft laugh. Then he looked back down at Krys and felt the warmth h of her body against his. Felt her breath heating his, being much taller than her, chest.

With one quick motion he pushed himself away from her, feeling a little uncomfortable now. he didn't want to do any more stupid things to night he had almost ruined their relationship already once tonight and that was more than enough. He grabbed her hand again and this time he pulled her off further on the ice. He wasn't as graceful as she was, and by no means could he have stayed up while on skates. But he was getting used to it, at least enough not to be in fear of falling with every slide of his feet. In truth he was having so much fun, the crying and yelling already forgotten for the time being. It was time to just be Spencer and Krys doing another wacky stunt that he wouldn't have thought in a million years to do. Krys just had that kind of power.

[Krys Robin]

Her hand very nearly hurt with the amount of pressure that Spencer had been squeezing onto it, no doubt out of nerves. Of course she was not upset with him about it, nor did she pull away (as she sometimes did when people touched her). This was because she had pulled for him first in an attempt to get him to smile, and laugh, and just forget all about the ugly display of her very nearly crying in front of him.

She could feel him wiggle and shake, wobbling about which only resulted in her laughing softly and shaking her head (not trying to embarass him) as she attempted to steady him with watchful hands. Her hands moved to his hips, really without thinking, which she rarely did, and rested there firmly as if trying to transfer her own calm to him so that he wouldn't be scared.

"You see? Not so bad." She offered with a smile looking up into the young man's panicked face. She found a bit of amusement in this, that he was terrified of falling, of snow, of ice. He was an FBI agent wasn't he? He had faced down death could a winter wonderland really be all that frightening? Then again, Spencer Reid was one of a kind. Just like her. For a moment this thought actually made her feel a bit better and she smiled. She felt the pressure of his hands, heavy on her own shoulders and her right leg instantly slid out as if about to fall, but she managed to steady herself.

"You're not about to break your neck." She shook her head, of course not about to tolerate Spencer's excuses for not having, what in her mind was called, fun. Taking a slow inhaling breath her hands moved to rest ontop of his, reassuring him she tilted her head up to look at him. "I've got you." She offered gently, nearly slipping again but somehow she managed to stay up.

When Spencer nearly fell Krys stepped right up to him, her hands holding him up just below his chest in an attempt to keep him off the icy ground. "There you go nothing." She shook her head with obvious sarcasm at Spencer's attempted joke. "I told you. I've got you." She looked up once again and only then did she realize how close they actually were. They were touching... They were laughing... They were sharing. He knew things about her and she knew things about him and yet he wasn't running away, or making fun. For a moment she felt the urge to speak and her lips parted but Spencer pushed himself away causing her to stagger a little back.

Perhaps she had judged this all wrong. Maybe he was just being kind to her because he felt bad. Maybe secretly he was disgusted by her. Her cheeks faded in color and she gave a little frown, unable to hide it like usual. But within a few seconds it was covered once more when Spencer reached for her hand dragging her toward the open ice. "Spence what are you do-" She laughed as she scrambled across the ice as she slid.

Releasing his hand she purposely went down on her butt, scooting across the ice a little bit ahead of Spencer with an excited little smile. He was playing with her! By god he was! Never in a million years would anyone have guessed! Not ever! In her own excitement she scrambled to her feet, taking a messy running start toward Spencer she haulted and slid right past him again, attempting to reach for his wrist but missing. Her fingertips barely grazed the top part of his hand but still, she didn't seem too upset by it, instead she was doing her darndest to stop.

"Did you know that meerkats have their own societies. With a hierarchy and everything?" She spoke as she spun around, wobbling about with every slip and slide. But she was noticably smiling at her own fact and the situation.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid couldn't help but smile when Krys asked what he was doing. Was it that unknown for him to have a good time, to ice skate? Actually it was and he knew it. But there was something about being around Krys that made him not mind falling repeatedly on hard ice. With a small laugh he said, "Having fun!" He looked over at her with a wicked smile right before she let go of his hand.

Reid laughed as Krys fell to the ground and slide pass him. This motion only made him more unstable and as Krys stood quickly he found himself falling to the ground, almost face first. But the little move didn't get him down. He laughed and pushed himself back up and with much effort went after Krys. He missed her by a long mile sliding several feet past her, finally coming to a halt at the wall. He looked back at her as she started with their little fact game again. To most people it seemed like they were talking nonsense, and the game made no sense. But to them it was what they did. Not there was scoring or anyone winning. They just had fun showing off what they knew.

Breathing hard Reid answered her fact with, "Did you know the African Elephant has a gestation period of 22 months while a short-nosed bandicoot gestates for 12 days." He smiled and pushed himself back onto the ice, not even aware of the fear of falling any more. Sliding back to where Krys was he stopped himself, knowing no other way to, by running into her. This motion forced the two to the ground. Half stunned not knowing what happened Reid lay there for a moment. Then he asked, "Are you okay?" And looked over at Krys, still smiling.

[Krys Robin]

"Twelve days?" Krys exclaimed, blinking with widened eyes as she slid past Spencer again. Taking another running start she began to slide back toward him, wobbling to and fro. "That doesn't seem right." She noted in a loud, thoughtful voice, but there wasn't exactly time to ponder such a notion for soon she was smacking right into poor Spencer, or perhaps it was the other way around? Either way Krys soon found herself on her back, the cold ice numbing her skin even through her clothing but she didn't mind.

She hadn't bumped her head so she knew that the smile, though a tired one from all of the racing about, was genuine. She was having a good time and for a moment she couldn't help but wonder if Spencer was too. Had he fallen as well? It seemed highly probably with the force that they had both been traveling at. Upon hearing his voice she knew this to be a fact and she finally managed to turn her head to look up and to the right toward him as he also seemed to be lying down.

"Yeah." Her chest rose and fell heavily, a smile still very present on her lips as she looked up at BAU's resident genius. "Fine." Came her breathless response and for a moment she could only look up and not say anything which was odd for her. Usually she had to be babbling on and on about some random fact, or trying to cheer someone up, but with Spencer she didn't have to do that 24/7 (though she often did it anyways because it was part of who she was). With him it seemed that her company in silence was just as good as her company in ramblings. How odd. And yet, she enjoyed this bit of odd.

"You okay?" She found herself redirecting the question though she didn't make a move to get up. She had to check on him and see if he was alright even if he was smiling like she was. Who knew, maybe when genius' were hurt they smiled. Anything was possible.

Directing her eyes back to the ceiling of the rink she took in a long breath, holding it for a few moments before releasing it as a sigh. "Spence?" His name hung in the air for a moment as she looked up at the ceiling, her smile had by now faded. "Do you think..." No, not the time to ask anything like that now. STOP IT! "Nevermind." A soft little smile spread across her lips and tilting her head upward she reached up her hand and gave his side a little nudge like the troublemaker she was.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid was glade to here her say that she was okay. He would have hated to hurt her. It would have killed him to know that he had been the one to do anything bad to her, he never wanted her to feel pain again. He wanted her to be happy and joyful all the time. Was that to much to ask for. Then she asked the same question of him. Smiling and nodding his head, which was kind if hard laying on his back he said, "Yeah, fine." Then he looked over at her laying next to him. It must have looked weird to see the two of them laying in the middle of an ice rink like they were. But for once Spencer couldn't careless what they looked like to others, not that it was likely anyone was watching.

Then it fell silent. It was the good kind of silence. It was odd to think that they could sit in total silence and still not feel awkward or see any need to talk. In many ways it was a good sign. That meant they felt comfortable together. Or at least that's what Reid though. Having really never had many friends other than those he worked with he wasn't really to sure on how those kind of things worked. That was logical though. He just hoped that it was the same way for Krys. He really didn't know. She was smiling, he could see that as she looked at the ceiling, but he still didn't really know anything.

Reid was starting to get cold, though if Krys wanted to lay on the ice all night he would have done it with her. But he could feel the water soaking through his thin work shirt. He tried to to shiver or let on any signs that he was cold, he didn't want Krys to see. That's when she started to talk nut stopped saying to never mind. Spencer was confused by this. What had see been about to say? Why had she decided not to say it? Reid didn't want to dwell on it. If she didn't want to say anything now then she didn't have to. If it was important then she would tell him later. They had been through enough already. Instead he took this as the perfect time to suggest getting out of the cold. "How about that ice cream now? Or if that doesn't sound good we can making is coffee and a real meal?" Some how the offer sounded to him like he was asking her out on a date, but be quickly dismissed that thought and waited for her answer.

[Krys Robin]

Propping herself up on her elbow on the ice she looked to Spencer inquiringly. "Do you think there's any place open now? Tha serves ice cream I mean. It is late." She went on to explain before sitting up indian style, leaning forward a bit so she could get a better look at Spencer who was, at the moment, still lying down. Krys couldn't miss the smile on his lips and she felt a little twinge of warmth within her chest that made her very happy to have brought this smile to him (if she had been the cause of it at all).

"Though, from the looks of things you're cold enough." She teased gently with a little half smirk, as she slowly got to her feet, reaching out her hand for his she gave a tug equipt with a grunt, pulling him upwards. "There. That's better. Right?" She questioned with a slight tilt of her head before she reached right out, boldly and gave his shirt a few small tugs so to fix the disheaveledness that had befallen it when she had dragged him out onto the ice.

In catching the expression on his face she mistook it for him taking offense to her touching him, even if it was just her clothes, so she retracted with a bit of a frown. Feeling the urge to reach out for him again she promptly shoved her hands into her pants pockets. "Sorry." Came the murmur as she looked down at her feet awkwardly for a few moments. Could she be any more spastic? What was going on?!

Shifting awkwardly on her feet she admired both of their reflections in the ice. "I'm not a big coffee drinker but I do love ice cream..." Why was she even saying that? It wasn't like anyone cared and yet, deep down, she thought Spencer just might no matter how trivial of a detail that it seemed. Her hands clenched slightly within the confines of her pockets, still a bit numb from all of the sliding around and contact with the ice when they had fallen.

It was then that she spotted Spencer's hands and how red they were from the coldness of the rink. Without thinking her hands removed themselves from her pockets and clasped both of his larger hands. Cupping them as best she could she rubbed them ontop of both of his, holding them up in front of her in an attempt to warm them up. Finally she found the courage to look up at his face, giving him a weak little smile that screamed 'don't hate me for doing this I'm just trying to help'.

"Better?" She questioned with an inclination of her head, not releasing his hands yet, partially because in this moment she forgot that she was even holding them.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid smiled half heartily. Was it that obvious that he was cold. He would have much rather been warm with a nice cup of coffee, but then ice cream sounded good still. He wasn't much of a sugar eater, never had been, but he did still enjoy it some times. And ice cream was one of his favorites. That and donuts. He laughed inwardly at that though. Who ever heard of a genius eating ice cream? He found the thought amusing, though in truth there was nothing to odd about liking it, really. He didn't know anyone, other than people who were lactosantolerant, that didn't like ice cream. He let Krys pull him up with her. Maybe she thought it was odd to be lying on the ice, but Reid kind of doubted that, she wasn't really one for normally things. That was one thing he really liked about her, she was true, never hid anything from them. She was who she said she was.

When she rearranged his shirt Reid didn't so mind that she was touching it. Instead he suddenly felt embarrassed he hadn't noticed that his shirt was messed up in the first place. What else was out of order? What did he look like? He was sure now that he looked like an idiot. Quickly he ran his hands through his hair to try and fix it, if that was, it was messed up. Then he realized Krys looked sorry again, and indeed said she was. He suddenly cursed himself for making her think he didn't like it. Quickly he responded with, "It's fine... do i really look that bad?" He pushed his hair behind his ears, not having noticed it was in his face before.

Smiling Reid quickly went with the change of conversation, not wanting to dwell on the fact to much. "That's okay. I'm sure we can find some place open... I mean there has to be somewhere open late that sells ice cream." It was kind of hopeful thinking. In truth he wasn't to sure. And what was the chance that it would be with in walking distance of where they were? If anything McDonald sold ice cream and they were open late, or maybe DQ but he wasn't to sure if they were an all night place or not. Not many time did Reid have a craving for ice cream in the middle of the night, not even while on a case. If he did Morgan would make fun of him for the small craving.

When Krys took his hands in her's he really liked it. They had become quite cold, though he really hadn't noticed until they were in a warmer place. Several seconds, maybe even a minute, they stood there hand in hand silent as the night. When finally she asked if that was better. Smiling widely he said, "Much." That was all he needed to say. Actually he didn't know what else to say. Not with out making a fool of himself, so he stayed quiet. A moment later he stood up and pulled Krys with him. "Why don't we go find that ice cream now?" He asked as he slowly started to pull her off the ice hand in hand. He really did wish that they could find some place open. Not even the fact that he had to go into work the next morning crossed his mind. The only thing that matter was there and then.

[Krys Robin]

OOC: I'm going to skip forward a little bit them looking for an ice cream place - I hope that's okay. I also brought them back to the BAU in case anyone wants to 'crash' .))

He was smiling. Oh it was wonderful. He wasn't thinking, or frowning, or worrying, or planning something out two days in advanced. Had Krys actually been aware that Spencer was thinking in the moment she would have been absolutely floored. But of course she could not read his personal thoughts, intentions, or worries, and so she could only stand there after being helped to her feet, relishing in the feel of Spencer's cold hands warming against her own.

It was an odd sort of thing physical contact. It could be so terrible like with Krys' father those few years ago or it could be something so simple and wonderful as it was in this moment with Spencer. The thought for a moment worried her and when she released Spencer's hands, letting him go, she wasn't sure if she was relieved or sadenned by it.

Luckily for her Spencer's fingers had reached for her own and soon she was being pulled off of the ice by an eager genius. Smiling she realized that this time around *she* was the one lagging behind, laughing softly at that irony she shook her head, scrambling to keep up as they both hurried toward the door that led off the ice.

"Don't you have work in the morning?" She asked with every scrambling movement. Usually this would have been Spencer's place to ask but tonight it seemed that the roles had been switched, an amusing sight to anyone who knew the two. Finally they were on the rug of the cold rink that was supposed to be there for skaters to have an easy time of walking. Speaking of skates, Krys' were long forgotten on the side of the rink, but that was no matter because that's exactly how she found them. The owner had left them out upon her supervisor's favor along with opening the entire place to her.

The two practically stumbled out of the doorway at the front of the building at once, from their own excitement and apparently their desire to partake in a childish race. Smiling Krys gave Spencer a light shove in jest before the lightbulb in her head went off. "I know what we can do." She assured him.

After a half an hour of walking, racing, teasing, random facts, and lord knows what else two prodigies in different areas did in their free time, the two had reached a little supermarket. The all night kind. Pooling their money, upon Krys' insistance, they purchased a carton of chocolate ice cream and a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce, a can of whip cream, plus a cheap pack of plastic spoons all of which was at their disposal as they now sat on the steps of the BAU (where they had somehow managed to get back to).

Digging her spoon into the mess she scooped up a little bit of everything before bring it to her lips. Oh god, she had almost forgotten how much she loved ice cream, in particular drenched with syrup or hot fudge. Just what the young woman needed- more sugar. Then again, tonight had been a rough and odd one to say the least, so perhaps she needed exactly that.

"You know, it's okay to have a little fun with ice cream Spence. It's made for that." She teased lightly because she felt like an awful pig for chowing down while he seemed to take more measured spoonfuls. The night air around them was cool, though not as cool as the ice rink, and she felt herself outwardly shiver, but smiled a little closed mouth smile despite of it.

Casting her eyes back down, as if momentarily shy, she stuck her spoon into the ice cream carton once more. "You know, I'm going back to CT tomorrow.. In New York..." Who was she kidding? He probably knew. And why exactly would he care if she did? God this night was all sorts of messed up.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

As Reid walked out of the icey rink he could almost not imagine what life was like not slipping around. And sure enough as he got off the ice he still felt like he was going to fall, like went you;ve been in water to long and you can still feel it moving around you. It was by all means one of the weirdest feelings Reid had ever had. Smiled at Krys he answered. "Yeah, I do. But I'm used to not sleeping. Did you know the human body can go up to 11 days with out sleep (Peter Tripp), but most people will start hallucinating after 2 or 3 days?" He added the fact as a mood lightener. He didn't want Krys to worry about him having to get up and go to work in the morning. In fact Reid could go four days with out sleep and be near functioning. And it had only been a couple of days. He would be fine.

As they made there way around the grocery story Reid felt like a fish out of water. He rarely went grocery shopping, and never in the middle of the night. All the workers were looking at them wondering what on earth the two of them were going to do with a tub of ice cream and all the fixings late at night, sure thing Spencer didn't even know what that meant. Then they found themselves on the foot steps of the FBI head quarters, also the building of the BAU. It was the oddest thing how the ended up back here, his life seemed to revolve around this building. Then again it was better than going back to his apartment, or her hotel room. now what would people think then?

As Krys chowed into her massive bowl of ice cream Reid was a bit more conservative. In fact he hadn't even put the extra chocolate sauce on it, after all it was already chocolate ice cream. But he did have a mountain of whipped cream. He just wasn't that hunger, and in truth still cold. It wasn't that warm of a night, welcome to the easter shore, and eating cold ice cream wasn't that go either. For a moment he had thought about taking the party into the building, but something told him first the head guys wouldn't like two random agents eating ice cream in their building at night. And also there was always the fact that Hotch still most likely in there still and would defiantly see them, and that was something Reid didn't want to happen. Even if he wasn't to sure why.

"You know, it's okay to have a little fun with ice cream Spence. It's made for that." Krys said. Spencer smiled and said, "It really is good." He didn't want to touch point on what she actually said. This was about having fun, and he was having fun. Even if he wasn't covering his face with chocolate mess. He smiled at that thought, seeing himself eating ice cream like a three year old, he couldn't see it. That's when Krys mentioned she was going back to new York in the morning. And for a moment he understood how JJ had to have felt when she was dating Will. Yet this was different. Krys was only a friend, right? So it was the same concept of not wanting them to leave but not the same feelings, right?

Reid looked down at his bowl sadly looking for what to say in the ice cream. What ever it was he didn't see the answer. Of course he had know that before he followed her, which luckily that little fact had been long forgotten, but he never thought that it could have become a problem. "I know." He finally said, still looking down afraid to look at her. "So it's your birthday next week?" He asked half changing the subject, half assuring her that he was going to call her while she was in New York. "How on earth am I going to find a present better than a night of ice skating?" He laughed as he took an overzsized bite of ice cream, causing him to get a massive brain freeze. Suddenly Reid couldn't wait for Garcia's surprise birthday party.

[Krys Robin]

"Yep." Krys nodded when he inquired about her birthday. "August 5th." Sticking her spoon roughly into the carton she dug out another small scoop of chocolate ice cream and slipped it into her mouth allowing it to disolve on her tongue. It was difficult to miss that she seemed detached from the whole idea, the result of many years where her birthday wasn't exactly a big deal. This year she had the slight inkling that things might be a little different.

She had caught Matt and Kate whispering in a hallway once and when they had spotted her they clammed right up. So either they were talking about her birthday or talking about her. Both were extremely possible, but it rose her wariness even more when she recieved an email from Penelope asking her schedule for the week. Oh god! Were they going to jump her?! Is that what people did on these birthdays? Was it some weird FBI tradition? She had been to her yougner siblings' birthday parties and recalled balloons, cake, ice cream, lots of people... But no jumpings.

"You don't need to get me anything. It's not really all that of a big deal. Just a birthday." Krys shrugged becoming as quiet as Spencer had, occupying herself with the stickiness of her plastic spoon so she didn't have to look at him. "I'll probably end up doing some hacking, a bit of filing, then I'll go home. Just like any other day. That's all birthdays are... Another day." Well, in her mind it was only *her* birthdays that merited this. Everyone else's was to be celebrated. She had such a double standard and occasionally she was well aware of it.

"I mean, if that's what you were thinking of doing... Getting me something." She attempted to cover up awkwardly with a bit of a furrowed brow as she struggled to get the words out. Suddenly she felt so silly for even assuming such a thing. Could she be any more egotistical? Drawing her bottom lip inward she removed any drops of chocolate ice cream that had lingered.

"I told Oliver the same thing." She said offhandedly, not realizing that it might have some affect over the other part of the conversation. But Krys lacked certain common sense factors. She wasn't dating Oliver, though Penelope seemed to think so (and thought the man was attracted) so why would she hesitate in telling her good friend Spencer something as simple as that? "He wanted to drive up to the city and go to an opera or something.. I forget."

Roughly she stuck the spoon in the cartoon and it stood right up without her holding it. "Penelope was so frusterated with me when I told him I hated opera. Apparently I was supposed to say something else." A bit of a weak smile and she let out a soft laugh, shifting on the stairs. "I don't actually hate opera.. I'd just rather go somewhere else."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid didn't want to ruin her surprise but he was getting the idea that she didn't really didn't want a party, let alone a surprise one. He wasn't sure what he should do. Tell her and try and make her like the idea of a party, or ignore it and see what happened. He wasn't to sure. So he decided not to ruin it. Garcia would have his neck if he did anyway, and he was sure Krys wouldn't be able to keep it a secret that she knew. Instead he turned to the present. "Of course I'm getting you one. It's what friends do!" he said with a smile, trying to make her feel better. He hoped the use of the "f" word would loosen her up. Some times it seemed like she didn't believe they were friends, even if he considered her his best friend. Morgan was his older brother, Garcia, JJ, Emily, and Rossi were his friends and teammates. Hotch was his boss and new father figure. And Krys was his best friend. That was how he saw it.

When she mentioned Oliver Reid's heart stopped for a moment. He had totally forgotten. Garcia had been parading Krys' picture around the office of when she went on her date with the hot guy from the plane crash. How could Reid had missed it. The two of them were just friends, but some how he felt so jealous and stupid. She was dating Oliver, that's what Garcia said so what was her doing now? Reid wasn't sure how he felt about Krys but the only thing he knew was he wished she wasn't dating him. And she sure seemed to be into him, after all she was talking about him. Reid felt his cheeks turn red. Quickly he looked down at the ice cream and slowly drew shapes in the melting mush not wanting to look at Krys. For once Reid didn't heard all of what she was saying. He wasn't getting the fact that she was saying she didn't want to go to the opera with him. "If not the opera. Then where?" He asked softly with a frog in his throat. He wasn't about to let her know that he was upset by this. After all as far as he could tell there was nothing going on between them, they were just friends that did weird things together.

Maybe it was better that way? Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Them that was. Reid wasn't sure what Them meant, but he knew he liked the idea of it. Of being there for Krys. Yet he didn't know. He just didn't know. It was all just to confusing to him. Facts and stats made sense. Even serial killers made more sense then this did. His didn't know what he was feeling. He didn't know what it meant. He wasn't sure about anything any more. Setting his ice cream down on the pavement he stood as well and walked a few feet over the the stone wall that followed the stairs up. He sat on it, not to sure why he did, though. Rubbing his hands together from holding the cold bowl. "So.... What about Oliver? You going to see him again? Garcia is very proud of... of what.. actually I'm not to sure what's she's proud of." He said keeping his voice even, but not looking her in the eyes.

[Krys Robin]

"If not the opera. Then where?"

Krys heard Spencer's soft voice but she mistook it for just him being tired, afterall he had often remarked how he didn't sleep well some nights. This concerned her because she cared a great deal for him and wanted nothing more than to take care of him and make sure that he was alright. Oi. How odd was that? That wasn't a normal thing to be thinking of in regards to a friend. Quickly she shoved the thoughts aside hoping that they wouldn't bother her anymore because they seemed quite insistant this night.

"I dunno... A play maybe. Or the zoo. Or an arcade. To a Yankees game. A soccer game." All of these ideas sounded great to her though an opera could as well be rather fun, if she allowed herself to have any when in Oliver's company. "I'm just not the type of person who fits in at an opera. Oliver does because he's well, he's Oliver." She explained with a bit of a laugh at the silliness of the comment. When Penelope had hacked Oliver it was discovered how rich and well off the young man actually was. He was a determined, hard working man, by all accounts perfect. And yet, something was missing but she had no idea what. Gosh how she hated not knowing.

"Penelope's just happy that she got me shoved into a dress." Krys explained with a bit of a laugh. It was kind of funny how Spencer referred to her as 'Garcia' while Krys used 'Penelope'. It was such subtle differences that kept the young data analyst amused. There always had to be a reasoning behind it by the choices were endless. "I looked so weird. I kept telling her that it wasn't going to work but she kept on pushing. I actually didn't have too terrible of a time. We went out to eat, so that was nice." Oh gosh, why was she even talking? It wasn't like Spencer cared. She felt so incredibly stupid.

"Just, people like Oliver and I.. They don't work out. You know? Me and anyone really." She gave a gentle laugh before she looked up at her friend. "I still don't know what he's after." For a moment her mind had almost run away from her but she pulled it right back as her brown eyes once again fell on Spencer's hands which he was clasping together from how cold they were.

"Come here." Smiling like a mother might do with their messy child she reached out, taking his hands once again in hers, now rubbing them together right ontop. "You've got to be careful with ice cream. It tends to lull you into a false sense of security and then WHAM." Laughing, though with no sound her eyes once again caught his for a moment longer than they should have. In catching this she forced herself to look down at his hands in hers.

"Did you know that there's a certain muscle near the wrist that when you do this... Watch." She beckoned with a nod before turning Spencer's left hand upside down. Pushing on a muscle just below his wrist it caused the young man's fingers to clench forward, though it wasn't painful at all, in response.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid watched as Krys rambled on. It seemed to be a trait of hers. When she didn't know what to do she just talked and talked. There wasn't anything wrong with it, he learned a lot from it. He learned she was a yankees fan, like plays but not so much opera and going to the zoo. The zoo part he could have guessed, but it was good to hear somethings out loud. Under his breath, not even meant to be heard by Krys he muttered, 'I thought to you looked amazing in the dress." And she did. It was far from her normal attire, which looked good on her in the first place. But the dress drew out a hidden beauty in her, not that she was pretty on a normal day, she just looked like a whole knew and lovely person. Reid wouldn't have cared if she wore the finest dress in the world though, he looked her for her mind and personality, not her looks, though despite what she thought she looked good.

At first Reid was saddened by the conversation. It sounded like her and Oliver were really one of a kind. But then she said that she didn't work with him. But she also said she didn't work with anyone. That only made him feel worse. She didn't think him and her worked good together? Even as friends? Maybe he was just kidding himself. Maybe she hadn't called him because she really didn't like him and was only hanging out with him because he kind of gave her no choose. Of course that was all crap, and he knew it. But he couldn't help but think she meant something by that comment, one that she most likely hadn't meant to say, or make it sounded like she had. His mind wasn't work like it normally did.

Then she grabbed his cold hands, again, in hers. It felt good yet something made Reid feel weird this time. Maybe it was knowing that Oliver was out there somewhere wanting to hold those same hands. And who was she more likely to choose? The awkward genius or the rich hansom guy? It seemed like a no brainer to him. Little did he know that Rich and hot wasn't Krys' type. Yet feeling the warmth of her hand run through his he forgot his jealousy and smiled down at them. "Ice cream, the silent killer." He said playfully. That's when she decided to make his hand move. Amazed by the small trick he suddenly wanted to know how to do it so that he might be able to create some sort of trick out of it. He loved confusing and awe-ing his co-workers. "How did you do that?" he asked grabbing her left hand in his. "Where do you press?" He asked looking on the hand. "Which muscle is it?" With that knowledge he would have known right where to press. His eyes were bright with a new kind of childish wonder.

[Krys Robin]

"Ice cream, the silent killer."

Krys' eyes brightened at this little jab. She even showed a bit of teeth with her smile up at him. "Hey, that was pretty funny Spence." She told him quietly, though deep down she was super thrilled that he had made a joke, and not a bad one at that! Not at all awful for one of his first times when around her. His hands still in hers she had long forgotten to release them. Why was that?

"See what happens when you hang out with me?" She teased, her cheeks turning a light shade of red though you really couldn't see it with the night sky. "I'm rubbing off on you." She noted, wondering if Spencer thought that this was a good or bad thing. She really couldn't read him. Sometimes she could tell when he was just doing things to be nice but other times the profiler in him helped to hide whatever he was thinking. And Krys knew for a fact that he always was. With his mind, he had to be.

"How did you do that? Where do you press?"

He had grabbed her hand so quickly that she barely had time to react. But she directed her eyes down at it admiring how he held her hand within his own. Of course his intentions were purely innocent, weren't they?, under the interest of wanting to learn a simple muscle trick but Krys couldn't help but relish in it, though she had no idea why.

Looking up at Spencer she admired his face, which was currently preoccupied with trying to figure out what he had to push to get her fingers to bend. Right then and there she found herself smiling and for absolutely no reason at all other than the fact that she was looking at him. She was happy because he was happy. She felt something tickle her stomach and innerchest and with a blink she brought her gaze back down on her hand. What was wrong with her?

"You press right..." Her other hand took his gently guiding his hand around the spot just above her wrist. Running her fingers over the top of his hand she released him. "Here." Her gentle brown eyes stared down at his hand awaiting him to do it. When he finally did her fingers instinctively scrunched right up. Her own excitement mirrored Spencer's as she looked right up, smiling. Other than when revealing things about her past, that smile never seemed to fade on this evening.

"Reid." Uh oh, his last name which, unlike everyone else, she rarely used. "Spencer." She was trying to get him to look up at her, and now her smile had faded with the realization of something. It was on the tip of her tongue to say but once he looked up she lost it. Her mouth slightly open she found none of the words on it that she wished to say. Well, she'd have to settle with something else.

"Thanks for not... Running away... When I told you." Her voice was quiet, her eyes intent. She of course meant him not up and dashing when she told him some of her past (though he hadn't seen all the scars). Though he had asked she still felt the need to thank him.

[Derek Morgan]

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It had been a long day at Quantico for Derek Morgan.

It wasn't that they'd had a new case to look over, perhaps things would have been a little less tedious if they'd had - it wasn't that Morgan enjoyed having to see gruesome photos, know that others had been murdered, but not having a new case didn't mean these things weren't happening. All that not having a new case meant was that some egotistical detective somewhere wasn't making the call to have them yet.

All that not having a case meant was that these murders were going on somewhere, and Derek Morgan couldn't yet help catch the person who was commiting them.

That bothered him, and made the days go just that much longer.

As he finally stepped out of the BAU office late that evening - a late day by any means- all that was on his mind was going home, flopping onto the couch and watching some late night show that would take his mind off things if only for a few hours - and then, possibly, if the nightmares didn't haunt him that day, catching some sleep.

Apparently, the universe had other plans.

Upon stepping out of the BAU, Morgan saw two figures in his path. One was considerably tall, male, and the other shorter, female. The first honest thought that Morgan had was that he was seeing things.

Because the two figures were definitly Spencer Reid, and Krys Robin, and they were holding hands on the steps of the BAU.

"Ice cream, the silent killer."

Morgan always took up the chance to poke fun at the man he considered his younger brother, but this was almost too good of a chance to believe real, because on further inspection, Morgan could see what he deduced to be nothing more than a magic trick. Oh, the innocence of youth.

And besides, he'd always believed that revenge was a bitch, and he'd yet to get Krys back for those battery arms. They really hadn't been big enough. He didn't know Krys that well yet, but he'd started recently to see her as a member of his extended family, a younger sister of sorts, and that put her in the same category for teasing as young Dr. Spencer Reid.

"Ice cream. It's cold, calculated, precise. His recent kills have always had the same M.O. - brain freeze. Watch out. He's dangerous." He winked, lightly coming down the steps. "I'm sorry... am I interupting something?" He raised his eyebrows, contemplating their hands.

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