If you are going to date Maeve Hunter there are some things you should know.

These are what Spencer has learned.

Number one: Don't surprise her.

You can get hit in the head if you try.

He discovered that when he tried to hug her behind her back.

Number two: She hates attention.

Spencer was extremely nervous about his date with Maeve. What it would look like, What he would do, or the words he would say. 

He didn't want to be annoying, Or cheesy, Or pathetic. Don't be rude, but don't be shy either.

A slightly absurd list proposed by anxiety talking on Spencer's shoulder.

He didn't want the date to meet the typical characteristics of a first date.

Romantic dinner, movies, or even group outings like a double date. Not because that kind of thing bothers any of them but because they want to feel like they are living their own moment and not following a manual on how to have a relationship.

Spencer had a hard time thinking of a place they could both enjoy.

Especially because he didn't know what to do or should do on a first date. He took on the task of researching more on the subject and his sources were: Romcoms.

Sixteen Candles, Grease, The Proposal,  How to Lose a Man in Ten Days...They were the most repeated titles. And Spencer set out to see each of them a minimum of twice.

Most of these movies adhere to a basic and more repetitive formula than Spencer would think.

They were different but they all shared similarities. Some even seemed to parody others and wanted to make fun of being different but they were the same.

But they were helpful enough to give Spencer the groundwork and form his ideal date.

 Murphy's law: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

Knock the door. He does it once again when there's no response, to make sure his girlfriend on the other side of the door was okay.

Spencer listens as she tells him that she is approaching and waits, taking advantage of the seconds to check himself.

He takes the time to breathe, he feels that his breathing has failed since he entered the building.

It's called nervousness, Spencer.

He took a look at his shoes, and his vision covered most of his body. Jeans and a purple shirt. The shirt was barely visible because the brown cardigan covered it.

The door opens.

Maeve with her hair a little more stylized than normal, with some beautiful curls in her hair, seemed a little messy because of how her bangs fell and her growing hair on her forehead as if it had fallen out and her hairstyle had been ruined.

Maeve lets out a light sigh and turns away before even saying hi.

— You help me please? —She asks, looking at Spencer over her shoulder.

Spencer is slow to react and then sees the zipper open on Maeve's back.

The girl was struggling to close her blouse, which explained the mess in her hair.

Spencer zips it up and Maeve is finally able to stop holding the front so it doesn't fall out.

She gives Spencer a smile of thanks. He takes a moment to appreciate the girl from him.

Maeve was wearing tight black pants, the strapless blouse of the same color but made of leather simulating a corset on her body, Spencer looks away when he thinks he has been looking at her for too long.

She takes a step back for Spencer to enter.

— Give me five minutes, okay? —Maeve said as she looked for a jacket in her closet. —I dare you to count them. — A mischievous smile forms on the girl's lips. — I won't be long.

Spencer looks at the watch on his wrist and looks away at her girlfriend..

— I don't think you'll make it.

Spencer said, as Maeve pulled the red jacket over her body.

Maeve ignores her mockery and hurries to fix her hair, a part of it seemed damaged by frizz when the girl tried to pull up her blouse without help; But she was able to fix it as she placed a bow the same color as her jacket to hide it.

— Two minutes. —Spencer said looking at her.

Maeve tries to find her sneakers, manages to see them under the bed and drags her hands towards them.

Odd socks? Why not? She didn't have time to look for a matching pair.

This was already a bad habit given by Spencer, which Maeve implemented when she didn't have time.

— One minute.

The girl whines and fits each foot into place, Spencer knows her well enough to know that even clumsy childish challenges like these don't like losing.

He laughs and kneels in front of her to help her tie the laces. She doesn't complain, in fact she lets Spencer do all the work. His hands and fingers are more agile than hers.

— Thirty seconds to spare. — Spencer whispers, looking up when he tied the laces.

— I told you I'd be ready. — Maeve gives him a smile while her lower lip dies.

— With my help.

She extends her hands helping him to his feet and he accepts.

— You just tied some shoelaces, Reid, don't brag. —She rolls her eyes.

They both used to annoy each other from time to time.

One made a comment feigning superiority and the other feigned displeasure at the words.

Was this how they flirted?

— You're wearing a blouse thanks to me. — Maeve looks at him, raising an eyebrow. — You couldn't close it on your own and it probably took you more than five minutes.

— Next time, measure the time it takes to take it off.

Maeve: 1

spencer: 0

The blush on Spencer's cheeks assured her of victory in their little verbal battle.

Maeve had only said it to annoy him, but as Spencer zipped it up he wondered if the feeling would be different if his fingers decided to pull the clothes down.

— Slow, Cowboy. This is our first date. —Maeve said to relax her boyfriend's blush. She laughs and caresses Spencer's chin. — And I don't have sex on first dates.

It was curious how since that moment neither of them had made any movement. Maeve was sure that Spencer wasn't ready for intimacy and it wasn't something she was worried about, but they always found each other giving each other looks that hinted at something more or jokes like this, but it was just that, jokes.

When they are really ready they will pass. But they enjoyed this kind of flirting.

Spencer clears his throat and Maeve notices how this time he wasn't wearing a tie. She knew he wore it most of the time at work, but he still sometimes wore it at home.

Maeve adjusts the collar of Spencer's shirt and he shifts his gaze to her lips.

—No tie? —She questions.

— It's awkward for what we're doing tonight.

The girl raises her head towards him and turns it in confusion, trying to understand what he meant.

Spencer takes Maeve's hand when they leave the restaurant, having first decided to go to dinner and walking through the streets until they stop at an establishment. The walls were completely gray and the sign had LED lights. The place was barely visible. Everything was dark. completely dark, but it was the image. . that the place wanted to convey.

— What is this, Reid?

— You'll see.

Spencer approaches the man at the door and he hands them both their uniforms. He goes to Maeve, she looks at him confused when he puts protective glasses on her.

— Laser war?

She asks as Spencer put on the vest that had a touch screen that would list the number of shots they would take.

— Seventy percent of first dates are usually awkward, where neither party. . .or more depending if you are not monogamous, you tend to feel constricted to your own versions of yourself. Not knowing how to act in a public place, as a couple or not. —Obviously Reid was speaking based on statistics and not his own experiences.—Ten percent of them usually go out in pairs of friends but that would no longer count as a date. Another ten percent use the more romantic strategy: A private place, sunsets or moonlight, candles, dances, dinners, maybe serenades, maybe a walk.

— And the other ten percent? —Maeve asks as she ties her hair into a ponytail.

— The other ten percent of couples go on their first date without knowing that they have already had one. — Maeve wrinkles her eyebrows. — They have spent time alone together, spending quality time on different outings with better memories than an official date, seventy-one percent of first dates usually go wrong.

Maeve watches as he now puts on his vest and glasses.

— That still doesn't tell me why you chose this.

— You are competitive and I never lose. — Maeve she crosses her arms over her chest while she listens to him speak. — You are quick to hide and I am quick to deduce the best of robberies. We are the perfect team.

On this occasion, Spencer was talking about playing couple teams, but it was not the first time that she had thought of them as the perfect duo in other matters.

Perfect team. Maeve stopped to think about that word and it made her heart beat fast.

She's sure Spencer is still talking but she's distracted by her own thoughts.

— . . .I don't want to just be static at some table in a restaurant until the night passes. I wanted to have fun.—Spencer finishes talking and looks around her.—And you're going to shoot children, I thought you'd like that more. — Spencer added a flat and simple smile, and Maeve laughed at her last words.

They both entered the room where a man is giving the instructions. Maeve and Spencer are the oldest by far. Most of them are seven to eleven years old, there are also some sixteen-year-old teenagers, but ultimately the couple stood out.

The group received instructions and rules on how to play.

— Three shots and you're out. Any questions? -Nobody said anything. -Okay. The timer counts down thirty seconds where everyone has a place to hide. They will accumulate points individually.

Spencer turns his head towards Maeve almost in surprise.

—I thought it was a two-man pair. —The genius complains. — I thought I would be a team with my girlfriend.

— Let the best one win. — Maeve says, looking at him with an evil smile.

A horn sounded, starting the hiding places. Most of them were pushing from place to place, others were planning truces among themselves to be able to defeat the largest number of people.

Spencer supposed he would have the advantage over all these kids. Since his height was greater, and in Spencer's own words "I'm an FBI agent. I can surely beat them."

That's what he told himself before a boy shot him for the first time.

Spencer whines when he feels someone's weight on him. It was Maeve, who had jumped to the ground with him to cover him.

—Maeve. — Spencer said her name with a small smile when he saw that it was his girlfriend.

— Are you going to stop some kids from beating you?

Spencer shakes his head.

— Will you help me win? —Spencer asks, assuming that they would also join in a truce.

Maeve smiles before giving an answer and kisses Spencer's lips briefly, this disconcerts him a little, distracting him from the place and position they were in.

— May the best win, my love. — Maeve said, nicknamed him in a cheesy way to annoy him.— Spencer looks at her as she stands up.— And hide, or I'll be the next one to shoot you.

Maeve moved around, taking a few shots at a couple of kids before leaving.

Their height was a great disadvantage as it did not allow them to hide easily and although Maeve was shorter than Spencer, she was also at a disadvantage in that aspect. But Spencer was right about something, They are agents regardless. Agents competing with children in a game. If they lost this Hotch would surely be disappointed.

But Spencer barely knew how to run while holding a gun.

— Come on Reid.— He said to himself before standing up.

The screen read the number of people still in the game.

Twenty.

— It will be like school. —Spencer spoke to himself.—Hide to survive.

If he was going to hide he would have to find a better place. Spencer analyzed every space he had gone through and would have the advantage if he hid in one of the towers above, which he would do.

Maeve on the other hand, was doing what Spencer said. It was so easy for her to shoot some kids. She even shot one twice in a row even though that was against the rules. . .But it's not like Maeve hasn't broken rules before.

She had fun jumping around the place. So far I had only shot her once, as had Spencer.

When she looked at the count on the screen there were only three players left. She wonders if Spencer has been eliminated already, and if not. Maeve would be impressed, imagining that somehow Spencer has survived this, Maeve assumes that he must be hiding and surely she has already been shot twice so she would be in charge of speeding up the end of this game.

The opaque light and dry ice are essential to guarantee victory for Maeve. She has sought the darkest places to hide and then leave her place, attacking first those who were in a truce, thus killing two birds with one stone.

Not coming out unscathed all those times, but, they had only shot her twice. She still has a chance to win.

It was a matter of time before those she had failed to reach would turn against her themselves and she need not worry about that.

The room looked empty after a while. Maeve walks feeling alone, but knowing that she has not won. Look at the people counter in the room indicating three still in play, among those three she is one.

—Hey, Pretty princess. — Maeve assumes that voice was referring to her.

Look for where the voice comes from and look to the heights. A girl no older than about thirteen pointing at her. Maeve looks at her with a face of disbelief.

—Put down the gun. —The girl spoke with a smile.

— Am I supposed to feel threatened?

— Aren't you?

Maeve doesn't respond and points at the girl's vest, but before shooting she adds more words to the conversation.

— I already shot your boyfriend. —Maeve Lowers the gun and raises an eyebrow. —And I can shoot him again.

Spencer pokes his head down and waves at Maeve innocently.

— You can't shoot the same person twice. —Maeve says.—That's cheating.

— Just like how you did it? —The girl mocks.

— That kid its just like me. . .— Maeve muttered that to herself. — Spencer, how the fork do you let yourself get caught up with a little  girl?

Maeve doesn't curse in front of kids. . .sometimes.

— She offered me a chocolate. — Reply Spencer.

— This is what will happen. — The girl points her toy gun at Spencer and then at Maeve. — You're going to shoot her and then she'll shoot you and I win.

— What? Of course not.—Spencer complains. — I won't do that.

— Shut up pretty boy.

— Ah, now shes like Morgan.— Maeve said once again to herself.

—Do it now. —The girl said. — If they don't do anything, I will do it myself—-

She couldn't finish her words because Maeve had gone ahead and shot her.

An ear-piercing screech came from the complaining girl's mouth. Making Spencer wince and Maeve just chuckled.

Spencer tries to calm the girl down but she runs away dissatisfied with losing. Spencer manages to get out of his place and catches up with Maeve.

— That's the problem with villains. — She says still trying to contain the smile on her lips. — They talk too much.

—That was cruel. — Spencer said but laughing just like her.

—Hey, I did her a favor. — She shrugs. — You can't always win at everything like me.

Spencer raises an eyebrow and she approaches him in steps that convey her joy.

—You can't always win, Maeve. — He looked at her with a silly smile watching her approach in his direction.

Maeve puts both arms back walking towards Spencer and with a smile so big that it didn't seem to fit on her lips. With a guaranteed victory.

— Admit that I'm the best and this game ends here. — Maeve had moved close enough to be close to Spencer's lips.

Spencer doesn't respond but brushes her lips over Maeve's and she waits for that kiss when she hears the words: game over.

Which has Maeve pulling away before she can kiss Spencer. She looks at her vest and notices how Spencer had shot her.

— I win.

Maeve gaped at him, analyzing what her boyfriend had done.

— You're a cheater! — She still looked at him with surprise in her eyes and her lips open at his actions.

— I had to prove that you couldn't always win.

Maeve wrinkles her nose and gives him a push, which makes Spencer stagger a little but he laughs and walks back to her to hug her.

She doesn't push him away but feigns anger. Maeve rolls her eyes and they both start walking towards the exit, Spencer's arms wrapping around Maeve's shoulders.

— I never thought Spencer Reid could beat me at anything other than a board game.

Spencer lets out a small laugh.

There was something curious about Spencer and it was the fact that not having had a girlfriend before he didn't know the limits or when he crossed the line of cheesy or pathetic.

The path was perfect for Maeve, because she was bothering Spencer the entire time, she pushed him with every step they took and he returned it to her but, with less force, her hands were held at all times; Maeve kept questioning Spencer with questions that not even she has answers to, Or at least not all of her, Because Maeve seemed to always be smarter than people assumed.

Because it is impossible for him to know absolutely everything.

— How many stars are there then? — Maeve questions, assuming that she had won this time by asking a question he didn't know.

Spencer looks up at the night sky. Today the stars weren't even visible, but he understood the question.

— A billion stars, Maeve. It's like counting how many grains of sand there are on the beach, when they are just tiny particles. It is impossible to count them.

— One billion is your final answer?

— Mavie, there's not even a number big enough to explain a finite amount of something and you want me to say- —He cuts himself off when he notices Maeve holding back for an answer and sighs, so he tells her what she wants to hear. — Yeah. Billion. It's my answer.

— And you're wrong once again, Spencer Reid. —Maeve said with a mocking smile on her face.

— You just want to beat me at something because you lost at the game.

— I lost because you're a cheater but no. You are really wrong.

—I hear you then. — Spencer was joking and would not agree to agree with her, Maeve rolled her eyes. — Enlighten me with your wisdom Maeve Hunter.

— You have to stop assuming that you are always the smartest person in the room.

But Maeve's words were not true to what Spencer Reid thought, because he has always believed in Maeve's natural talent for anything, and her brain was as brilliant as anyone else Spencer admired, and he is clear about that since the first day of the girl on the BAU.

— Stars disappear, right? —Maeve questions. Spencer nods, not knowing where he's going with that. — The stars we know were born billions of years ago. Long before any of us existed. — Spencer nods once again, this time paying attention intrigued. — They travel through light in a different vibration than ours. Most of these have probably ceased to exist and we don't even know about the disappearance of a destiny. years later. What happened to Pluto?

— It's not a planet anymore.

— Exactly! For more than fifteen years and it took another fifteen years before that for people notice it!

Spencer laughs at the fascination with which Maeve explained it.

Is that how I look? He wonders himself.

— Don't laugh, it's serious! What I'm trying to tell you is the average number of stars born per year is only six. Most stars are nonexistent at this time and the infinite number of stars will become a finite number. In a few years the stars will be only twelve billion of them.

When did she make that calculation? More importantly, how long ago did she do this analysis? Spencer thinks again.

—Isn't twelve billion stars enough for you, Maeve? — She shakes her head simply. — But for that to happen, Maeve, it will have to take many years first, Some. . .

—Twenty trillion years. —She answers for him. — It is not the correct amount, it is only an estimate to date.

— Are you worried because of infinite stars there will only be a couple of billion. . .and it takes more than a century for that to happen? — They both laugh so hard that they are grateful that the number of people on the street is not even that many.

Maeve has actually had that thought since one time in her adolescence when she was drunk looking at the sky. The next day she had to get the answer to her question and as soon as she had it she hasn't stopped thinking that. She knows it's stupidly funny but it's the first time sharing it.

Spencer has always been interrupted every time he provides information and he just experienced for the first time what it feels like to be on the other side, he swears to god that if he looks as crazy as he just saw Maeve he won't do it again.

— And do you expect to live long enough to see the stars decline? —Spencer joke. Maeve stops when she sees how he does too.

— Of course. —She answers as funny as he is. —I have to be alive by then.

Spencer laughs. It wasn't the answer he expected. They both stopped in front of a building. Which apparently Spencer had the key to access.

— I promise to make more stars for you if that happens. — Maeve feels something in her stomach move when she hears those words. — Ladies first. — Spencer says opening the door for her.

Maeve doesn't recognize the place until she sees Spencer touch the switches that make the place glow.

She had been there before.

— I said I wanted to bring you to the museum. — Spencer says when he returns to Maeve's side.

Maeve takes advantage of having him by her side again to link their hands again.

They both walk around the room, There was nothing new or that they had not both already seen, But they had not been together in that same place and that was new.

—Do you often come here? —Asks the girl. Maeve assumes that since he has the key safe, he has come often.

— I haven't been here since it opened. —Spencer usually visits museums, but mostly historians. — This is my first time, Or well, Second. Now tell me—The brunette looks at her with a mocking smile.—Was it the best day of your life when you came?

— I wouldn't say the best, Don't brag.

— Maeve. My memory is perfect and I remember that you had said that it was the best day of your life.

Maeve curses under her breath, Because he remembers everything all too well.

She rolls her eyes not wanting to admit it. She decides to look up to avoid the question and Spencer does the same as her.

The girl admires the shooting stars moving over both of their heads, even though she knew they were just holograms from a projector hidden somewhere, it doesn't stop her from admiring their beauty.

Spencer on the other hand was looking at a different star.

One with coffee hair and eyes.

When Maeve looks back at Spencer he pretends he hasn't been looking at her all this time.

They walk around the place a little more, Maeve takes the opportunity to be next to Spencer this time and laugh when the photograph appears showing a young Spencer with the strangest haircut Maeve had ever seen.

But Spencer manages to counterattack by reminding her how she was talking about wormholes for almost an hour that day.

— Do you think there are other Maeve?

— What?

— Wormholes. — Maeve answers. — Openings between space and time.

She's such a nerd. Spencer thinks.

— Somewhere in the cosmos there are other worlds in which identical versions of you are living happily under the impression that they are us.

The worst thing is that I like her in that way.

— William James Law. — Spencer says. — Multiverse.

Spencer takes a step back without noticing that this would cause him to lose his balance and fall into the black hole made of recycled materials.

—Newton law. — Maeve says between laughs, bending down to hold Spencer's hand. — What goes up must come down.

Spencer laughs next to her, but her laughter was more turned into a complaint, when Maeve shakes her hand and her boyfriend tries to stand up, he doesn't have the strength in his knee to do so. They both make the attempt once again, Maeve gives up and decides to stand next to him so that Spencer can lean on her shoulder and there is no other choice but to do so.

With effort from both of them, Spencer manages to stand up, but Spencer's moan is so loud that it worries Maeve.

Murphy's Law: If something can go wrong, it will go wrong.