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Chivalrous

"You ready?" Morgan asked as they met at the elevator coincidentally.

"Yes, but I've been thinking," he started and Morgan only chuckled.

"What were you thinking?"

"What if someone were to see us? We don't usually just spend time together, just the two of us. I don't want either of us to get moved," he said the last part quietly.

"No one will care. If they see us, they're just going to think it's two friends going out to eat. Nothing serious, I promise," Morgan assured. Spencer licked his lips, still not completely buying it.

"Okay, if you say so," he sighed.

"Come on, relax," Morgan squeezed Spencer's shoulder. "Now, is there anywhere you had in mind?" Spencer thought about it for a second before shaking his head.

"No, not really."

"Alright, then I know where to go," Morgan grinned. They stepped out of the elevator and towards his truck.

"Patys?" Spencer perked a brow at the name of the restaurant as they exited Morgan's truck.

"What?" Morgan frowned. "You've never been here?" he gasped dramatically.

"Nope," he shook his head which made Morgan sigh in disappointment.

"Well, you're missing out. I figure we start out easy," he said as he let Spencer in through the door. "I think this place is casual enough."

"Agreed," Reid said as they entered and were lead to a booth by a window by the host. Spencer sat down awkwardly and concentrated his eyes on the menu that had been handed to them. He scanned the items before picking something and closing it.

"We're out in public, you may want to seem normal, superman," Morgan chuckled from behind his menu as he was still reading his choices.

"I am normal," the younger stated.

"Totally," Spencer huffed and rolled his eyes, messing with the corner of the menu. "Hey I didn't say it was a bad thing," when the waitress arrived, she started to stare at Spencer in a manner he found strange.

"Good evening, what can I get you started with to drink?" she said, attempting to hold eye contact with Spencer but it really only freaked him out so he chose to look down instead. Her eyelashes reminded him of spiders which made him shudder.

"I'll have a single malt bourbon," Morgan ordered, his eyebrows raised at the waitress's subtle actions. Subtle as they were, they were obvious underneath of a profiler.

"Uh, I'll just have water, thanks," Spencer managed, inspecting the ridges of the menu.

"I'll be right back with those," she said before strutting away but it really only looked like a waddle.

"Why do women walk in high heels? It doesn't make sense to me to purposefully torture yourself for the sake of beauty," Spencer frowned as he watched a younger woman wince every time she took a step.

"Beats me, I'm just glad I'm a guy and don't have to deal with that," Morgan laughed once he saw what Spencer was looking at. They made conversation about small cases that were pending and major ones that Hotch and JJ were still trying to choose which one to assist in first.

"Here are your drinks," she leaned over the table as she set down the drinks, the dip of her shirt sinking and her cleavage showing more than necessary. Spencer gulped and looked away. Suddenly, breasts make him uncomfortable and look very undesirable to the younger man. Morgan's eyebrows shot up when he noticed just how close they were to Spencer's face.

"What can I get you started with?" the waitress stood back up and Spencer silently thanked God. They both ordered their meals and she left.

"I've made a rash decision and I  am now completely into men," he told Morgan so matter-of-factly that it made Morgan almost spit.

"Why? Because of the waitress?" Morgan snorted. Spencer nodded his head furiously.

"Yes," that made him laugh, and when the waitress returned with their meals fifteen minutes later, Reid scooted deeper into the booth to avoid the unnecessary display of body parts.

"If you need anything else, be sure to let me know," she smiled before waddling away.

"She had lipstick on her canine," he pointed out.

"Why didn't you tell her?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know, she'll find out eventually. Besides, I didn't really want to talk to her more than I needed too. The last time I talked to a woman outside of the BAU and work required reasons, she tried to take my shirt from me," he informed him.

"Take your shirt from you or take if off of you?" the muscular agent frowned.

"No, definitely take it from me," Spencer nodded. Morgan shook his head.

"I'm not going to ask," he said with a small chuckle. The rest of the night went quite smoothly, continuing to talk about cases and ongoing things at the bureau though that topic seemed to die quickly, finding more interest in more personal things. To both their surprise, they enjoyed talking about each other more than anything else. 

As dinner came to an end, Morgan asked for the check and they had a small argument over the check because Morgan wanted to pay for it but Spencer didn't want to let him.

"You're just trying to establish masculinity by paying for the check," Spencer argued.

"I am not. I'm just trying to be chivalrous," he defended.

"Well, why can't I be chivalrous?" Spencer folded his arms around his chest. Morgan opened his mouth but nothing came out. The doctor smirked in victory and pulled out his wallet, paying for half of the meal. "Now, it's equal," he informed him. Morgan rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically before putting the other half and standing up.

"Come on, pretty boy. I don't think I can't stand watching that waitress send you flirty looks from across the restaurant every five minutes any longer," he said.

"What're you talking about?" Spencer frowned.

"Reid, you may be a genius, but sometimes, you are completely clueless," he laughed as they walked out of the door.

"Shut up," Spencer yawned, beginning to feel really sleepy. He slipped into the passenger's seat and they had a peaceful drive to his apartment with short conversation here and there. Spencer had expected it to be more awkward but it really hadn't been that much.

"Good night, Reid," Morgan smiled at him as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"I'll see you at work on Monday," Spencer opened the door but Morgan's fingers were quick to tuck under the younger's chin and pulled his face towards his in a short kiss.

"See you," he grinned. Spencer returned the smile sheepishly before getting out and walking into his apartment. No matter how many times Morgan had kissed him, it still never felt real.