Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 5

"You didn't have to come up here, I could've met you outside."

"You said you didn't feel like being alone," he says with a slight nervous smile.

"Thanks." you give him a weak grin.

"Where would you like to eat?" he asks as you make your way to his car through the lobby.

"I don't know what's around here."

"There's a few fast food restaurants and a little diner down the street."

"A diner could be nice."

"Okay." He leads you to his car, opening the door for you before he gets in on the driver's side. Damn this dude is really nice, not too good for him. Nice is a weakness.

He drives a few blocks down the street to the small diner with a neon sign outside that is missing lights in a few letters. You two go in, picking a booth at the back corner of the diner away from the other people.

"What's good here?" You ask, looking at the menu that sat on the table.

"I don't come here too often, but they have good breakfast food," he tells you.

"Ooh waffles," you say, a little too excitedly. Your stomach growls at the thought of food.

Reid chuckles, "I think I'm going to get waffles too."

I order blueberry waffles with a glass of orange juice, and Spencer gets chocolate chip ones with coffee. The older lady walks back behind the counter with our orders.

"What's it like working for the FBI?" you ask, genuinely curious.

He takes a breath before answering. "It's hectic most of the time, but it feels good to help people." He gives you a look as if to say, "like you."

"Well I appreciate it, as I'm sure everyone else you've saved does as well."

Spencer smiles at you, and the lady comes back with your food and drinks. You dig in immediately.

"Did you know waffles have been around since the 14th century," Spencer asks you, sipping his coffee.

"No I didn't. Why do you know that?" You chuckle a bit.

He looks a embarrassed, averting his eyes down to his plate. "I just know things."

"It's cool."

"What?"

"It's cool that you know random things. It probably comes in handy, huh?"

"I guess so," he smiles a bit, looking his eyes up at yours.

"How old were you when you joined the... BAU, is that what it's called?"

Reid nods his head. "I was 22."

"Wow, that's impressive. Are you some sort of genius?"

"You could say that."

"You are aren't you?"

"I have eidetic memory and an IQ of 187, however, I don't think intelligence can actually be measured."

"That's just you being humble," you say, leaning your head to the side with a smile. Spencer's cheeks turn pink.

"What did you do... for work?"

You breathe in, pondering for a second of what could be a good answer. "I just graduated form university, I studied to be a teacher." That was the only thing you could think of, since your father was a teacher before he died.