*The Secret Life of Spencer Reid*

(Amelia's P.O.V)

He choose a fancy restaurant not that far from my own apartment. I'd never been, but it certainly looked too posh for my taste. Nevertheless, it was fun.

"So, Spencer. Tell me about yourself," I said, sipping my glass of lemonade. I wasn't much of a drinker, and I had to drive home anyway.

"Well, what do you want to know?" His dark eyes sparkled in the twinkling lights above us, and I hesitated for a moment as I found myself lost in them.

"Um, I don't know. You have any family?" I urged, fingering the fork on the table.

He sighed deeply, speaking in a soft tone. "Well, my father left when I was just ten, but my mother is currently in the Bennington Sanitarium.' He paused, and I realised I'd hit a touchy subject. I wasn't going to pry any more into his personal life, but then he continued on his own accord. "I admitted her there when I was eighteen as a diagnosed patient of schizophrenia."

He lapsed into silence, refusing to look at me. "I'm sorry," I said gently. "I shouldn't have asked."

He mustered a tight smile. "Nah, it's fine. How about you? D'you have any family?"

"Yeah. My parents live in New York and my sister is right here in Virginia, but I don't see her often."

He nodded and silence reigned for a while. I occasionally sipped my drink, concluding the awkwardness of the situation.

"What do you do when you're not at work?" I eventually asked, mustering enough courage.

He grinned sheepishly. "I read a lot..."

What a surprise. "What kind of books?"

He shrugged. "Everything, I suppose. But my personal favourites would be anything by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle."

I nodded, pleased by his answer. I had read all of his books at least three times since I was a kid. They were also a personal favourite of mine.

A moment later, our food arrived and we began eating without hesitation. We were both slow and careful eaters, and paused several times to converse.

By the end of the night, I had learned that Reid was a fan of Doctor Who and Star Trek, and he wrote to his mother on a daily basis, so as not to feel guilty about not visiting her. He told me the latter on his own accord, blurting it randomly as I dabbed my mouth with a napkin.

It made me feel slightly upset to see the guilt contort his features.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure she respects the fact you send her the letters just as much as you visiting."

He didn't look like he agreed with my statement, and neither did I truthfully, but he regained some colour and cheerfulness.

We ended up splitting the bill in half after a hushed argument over who would pay. Then we left, grinning silently.

"I'll drop you off home," I said as we climbed back into my car. "Where'd you live?"

"If you just drop me off at the station, I can make my own way home."

I raised an eyebrow and stared at him. "Where do you live?"

He reluctantly gave me his address and I drove him home.

"Thanks for suggesting the restaurant. I had a great time learning the secret life of Spencer Reid," I said with a wink.

He laughed. "Yeah. It was fun. We should do it again some time." With a final wave, he disappeared into the darkness.

I smiled to myself and drove back to my own apartment.

I had certainly determined one thing tonight. I was definitely falling for Dr. Spencer Reid.

*I'm not very good at writing scenes like this, so sorry if its a bit rubbish. It'll get better soon, I promise ;)*