Someone Like You (A Matthew Gray Gubler Fanfiction)

Chapter One

**Two Weeks Ago**

His fingers were mesmerizing. Long and slender, they were animated as he passionately told some story. She couldn't hear what was being said, as he was sitting on the far side of the table, but he held the rapt attention of everyone within hearing range. She couldn't pull her eyes away from his hands and those fingers. She was so lost in her own head that she didn't notice that the hands had stopped, that the crowd around her had grown quiet. She felt a pain in her side as her friend elbowed her.

"What?" She turned to look at her, the grin on her face telling Isabelle all she needed to know. A deep shade of red colored her cheeks as she turned to look at the owner of those beautiful fingers. "I'm sorry, I must have missed that last part."

His smile, just as beautiful as his fingers, graced his face. He just shook his head and turned back to his rapt audience.

"Now, what was that all about?" Penelope leaned in close, so that only Isabelle could hear her.

She just shrugged her shoulders, "Just thinking."

"Whatever! You were staring Isabelle and staring hard. You like him don't you?"

"I barely know him," She protested

"Oh, like that even matters." Penelope grabbed Isabelle's head and turned it so that she was staring back down the table. "Every time we come out, you spend the majority of it watching him and I'm fairly certain that you are unaware of the fact that he spends just about as much time looking at you."

Isabelle glanced at Penelope out of the corner of her eye, shaking her head. "I would have noticed."

"Not if you never pull your eyes away from his hands." Penelope laughed, letting go of Isabelle's head and standing up from the table. "I'm going to grab another drink, want anything?"

Isabelle handed her an empty glass, "Just another beer please." She took the glass and Isabelle watched as Penelope walked through the crowded room towards the bar. As Isabelle turned back around, she caught a pair of hazel eyes staring at her from across the table. She smiled shyly at him, receiving a wink in return.

**Present Day**

"You're coming out tonight, right? Just in case you need any convincing, he will be there." Penelope snapped her gum in Isabelle's ear.

"Seriously, you need to stop with the gum." Isabelle took a quick glance through her closet, needing something to wear that would stand out. "I was planning on coming out, regardless of whether or not he was going to be there."

"Oh whatever," She laughed, "You really need to admit it Isabelle, you are smitten with our little Spencer."

"Smitten, huh?"

"Well, maybe more like twitterpated. You said so yourself, you don't know him very well." Isabelle could hear Penelope's grin through the phone. Her mind quickly drifted to thoughts of the FBI genius and his amazingly sexy hands.

"Yo, Isabelle, are you still with me?" Penelope's voice broke through her haze of thoughts.

"I'm still here, sorry, I was thinking." Her laughter was so contagious.

"Sure.... Now get dressed, I will be by to pick you in 30 minutes."

The bar tonight was loud and very crowded. It took Isabelle and Penelope a few minutes to maneuver their way through the horde, towards the back where their friends were all gathered. A few high fives and hugs later, they found a couple seats near the wall, away from the masses. Isabelle was so engrossed in a conversation that she didn't notice him walk in. She didn't catch the fact that he had walked around the table towards where she was sitting and it wasn't until he pulled out the chair next to her that she turned in his direction.