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"How's it going, Spence?"
The messy haired man turned around as he heard the sound of his friends voice, pausing with the (takeaway) coffee cups in his hands.
"Has she spoken to you."
JJ referenced the blonde girl who was sitting in her own hospital room awaiting the return of the interesting man and the nasty hospital coffee.
"Yes." Spencer nodded, focusing on the white lid of the cup to hide his smile.
Spencer could not hep but be happy because he had less to carry on that trip -- he had learnt Margo's coffee preference (and he thought that was a vital thing to know about somebody) along with much else in the last few hours and that caused a stir in the bottom of his stomach.
"Are you sure that you're okay?" The doctor couldn't help but be unsure about his co-workers sudden insistance.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You look like a lovesick puppy, maybe a scared one."
Spencer's eyes widened and he wondered if his feelings were obvious -- he hoped they weren't because that would be rather embarrasing when he had been sitting in a room with the girl who was the cause of those feelings. He really hoped that Margo wouldn't be able to tell that he had a little bit of a crush on her and enjoyed talking to her immensely. He wished with all of his heart that the reason for their meeting could be something light like bumping into each other, not the death of her father. If the world was perfect (and Spencer was better at social interaction) Spencer Reid and Margo Ross would have met under different circumstances, he would have wined and dined her and something beautiful could have happened.
Spencer felt silly thinking those things because he had never been good with people and his job seemed to take away all oppurtunity of things like that in his life: his last relationship had barely began when it had been cruelly ended and he hadn't believed that he would ever get that little rush through his bones upon hearing that sweet voice ever again.
And then Margo.
But Spencer was unsure about everything other than statistics or facts and his intense emotions often made him spiral into some sort of darkness. He hoped that he could handle these new emotions.
"I'm good, JJ." He lied.
•
Margo couldn't help but wait for Spencer to come back into her room and she realised that he seemed to be taking a while. It was making her nervous that he had been called to do something more important and had left the building. She really hoped not.
Her thoughts also dwelled on the fact that his job was to find out information about that terrible night and she was his case, the only reason that he was speaking to her. She was his assignment turned distraction that he most likely couldn't wait to be finished with.
Shaking off those thoughts, she turned on the fairly large television that remained in her room but slumped back against the headboard when she realised that there was nothing on.
"What's wrong?" She turned her head towards the door when she heard his soft voice.
"There's nothing on TV."
Spencer passed Margo her coffee with a slight shrug. "There never is."
"What's your favourite stuff to watch?" She asked him the casual and overused question.
"I like soap operas."
At that statement, Margo's eyes widened because she had not imagined Spencer to enjoy those types of television programmes. She giggled a little bit and shook her head.
"I did not expect you to say that. Which ones do you like?"
"Dallas."
"It's the best." Margo agreed. "The new series weren't as good but I did love John Ross JR."
"I liked Bobby the best." She couldn't help but smile that Spencer's favourite character was Bobby Euwing. "I also like Days Of Our Lives."
She scrunched up her face and shook my head. "It's average. I prefer hearing about it on Friends than watching the show."
"How you doin'?"
That small phrase was a classic from the hit television show and everybody knew it instantly but Spencer said it in his normal voice and did not sound like the cool, Italian-American Joey Tribbianai. Margo couldn't help but laugh at the tragic comedy aspect to what had just happened and found it amazing to think that he may have never even seen the show, with his memory he could have just heard a scene or read about it and he would know that statement.
"I expected you to be in to sci-fi." She admitted to him. Spencer's cheeks tinged red and he looked towards the floor.
"I love: Star Wars, Star Trek and Doctor Who."
Margo was quite pleased to know that her initial impressions of the man had been correct. It made her feel like she knew him at least a little bit.
"I've never seen Star Wars or Star Trek."
He gasped. "How?"
"Just haven't watched them."
She wanted to tell him that one day he could make her watch the classic films but that was silly because as soon as he was finished with his case they would never see each other again. However, despite the lack of time she had spent with Spencer Reid, he looked like a light in the darkness to her.
"I like Doctor Who though." She told him. "Eleventh is my favourite."
"Tom Baker was great." His eyes betrayed how much he valued the television programme.
"He had good fashion choices." Margo raised one eyebrow as she joked.
"I went to a convention with my friend Garcia and I dressed up as him. I knitted my own scarf."
As Spencer informed Margo of the small event from his past a grin fell onto her lips because he was the most adorable person in the world and she could imagine him walking around with exitement and a home-knitted scarf to symbolise the fourth doctor.
"I love that." Her voice was quiet. "Do you still have it?"
"It's back in my apartment."
It went silent for a few moments even though there was plenty that they could talk about. They had been talking about anything other than the only thing that they were meant to be talking about.
"I wish they had more to do in hospitals." Margo thought aloud.
"They have a chess set in the waiting room." He informed her. "I could go and get it."
