You let out a heavy breath as you looked down at your phone. So much for staying in for the night. Garcia just texted saying she has you planned to come to a Halloween party that the FBI was setting up. And, naturally, she made you Reid's date. She has been working relentlessly to get you two together, despite your constant attempts to have her lay off.

You have been working in the BAU for two years and in the last few months, the young doctor had suddenly become extremely hard not to think about, let alone look at him. His long, messed hair, his deep brown eyes, his tall form and even the rambling he does makes you smile. But you knew he was too good for you, being so smart and all. You were a baby compared to the rest of the team in experience and age. But that's what PG used against you; "Tis only fitting that the two youngest on the team got together!"

You rub your face and look at your closet. You had nothing to dress up in, nothing with a 'wow factor' that Garcia demanded that you arrive in. You roll your eyes and shrug, tossing your phone on our bed before you headed to the bathroom to shower.

Spencer Reid scratched his head as he hung up with Garcia. He was already planning on joining her at the Halloween party but now she wants him to take (Y/n), something he wasn't really planning on. Not that he has anything against you, it's just that he wasn't completely sure of himself on these sudden feelings he has been getting when around you.

Now knowing you, he knew you wouldn't have anything to wear last second. He also knew that you wouldn't feel completely comfortable at the party. Spencer picked up his phone again and called you, checking to see if you would need anything to get ready for the party.

After several rings and hearing your voicemail, he got a little worried. Grabbing his outfit and a few extra things, Spencer headed over to your apartment, almost worried that you would back out. Ignoring the odd looks he got from your apartment neighbors and knocked on your door.

You sang your favorite song as you scrubbed your hair, your voice growing louder as the song went on. You thought you heard something but you ignored it as you finished up. You threw on some underwear and a robe, walking out of the bathroom to your room. You rubbed your hair with a towel, humming under your breath.

Suddenly, your bedroom door opened and a voice sounded behind you.

"Oh, there you are (Y/n). Did you-"

You spun around and held the towel close to your body, despite being covered by your robe. "What the?! Spencer! Privacy!" You shouted in surprise as you saw who it was.

"Calm down, it's just me. Since I know you wouldn't have something to wear I brought you an extra thing I had. I hope it fits. It was my mothers." He gives you a small smile, placing a bag on the ground. He then shut the door, leaving you bewildered and shocked.

"What in the world?" You whispered to yourself as you ran your hand through your damp hair. "Somebody teach that boy-"

Spencer then popped his head in again. "Oh and Garcia says we need to get there ASAP. Apparently, the party already started."

"SPENCER! Privacy! Please!" You threw your towel at him. He caught it and laughed, making you smile, albeit begrudgingly.

You tip-toe to the bag he left you, kind of fearing what would be inside. What you find turns out to be one of the most authenticly looking pirate outfits you have seen. You giggle with excitement as you grab all the accessories and rushing to put them on.

"So since you thought of everything what are you going as?" You shout from within your room as you adjusted some straps and sashes.

"I thought about going as one of the original Doctors from Doctor Who but I feel like I emulate those characters too much." You hear his muffled voice call back, him also sounding like he was putting something on. "My mom called and wanted to know about my day, so, I told her and she gave me the idea about the pirates."

He opened your door, again, but luckily this time you were dressed. You weren't paying attention to him entering as you focused on putting on a tiny bit of makeup. Spencer didn't mean to stare but he found himself extremely pleased with how well the pants fit you. You turned around and caught him staring. You place your hands on your hips then clear your thought.

"Eyes are up here Captain." You smirked. You got a good look at him. Dang, he looked good. "So, I be the pirate and you be the colonial ship captain that sails the seven seas to track me down to have me pay for me unlawful deeds." You state in a somewhat piratey accent.

Spencer smiles, giving you a little laugh. "Yeah, something like that. My mom and dad dressed up in these when I was little. I remembering them looking so cool in them." He walks up to you, joining you in front of your full body mirror.

You strike a pose and start making faces. "I think we look pretty cool ourselves." You looked up at him. "Don't you think?"

Spencer nods, unknowingly reaching out to move some air out of your eyes. "Yeah, I do think so."

You smiled and looked down, doing your best to hide the blush that was forming. "Great! Let me put on my boots and we can go." You turn to your closet. "Go ahead and tell Penelope that we are on our way!" You called back to him.

Spencer smiles, glad that he swallowed his fear of his new-found feelings for you and decided to help. He probably should feel bad for barging in on you, but he didn't. To be fair he was worried about you not answering your phone or door. As soon as he sent Garcia the text you came out and grabbed his hand, dragging him out of your apartment and down the stairs.

"Penelope had better appreciate this." You laughed to yourself as you tried to ignore your beating heart at the fact that Spencer hasn't let go of your hand since you stopped pulling him.

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Penelope drank from an orange cup with little bats on them as she watched the glass doors, anticipating the arrival of her two babies. Morgan walked up next to her, sipping a drink out of his own Halloween decor cup.

"So you actually got Pretty Boy to ask her out?"

"That, I'm not so sure. All I know is that he sent me a text saying they were both coming." She spun around to look at him, her witch's hat dropping a few purple feathers. "What if she backed out at the last second? Do you think Reid just said that to get me off his back? How come they aren't here yet? Oh I know, they have found a better way to spend their night!"

Morgan chuckled as he shook his head. "Relax Mama, I don't think they would want to spend Halloween without you."

Penelope, as if it were possible, sobered up and looked excited at the same time. "And how would you know that."

"Maybe if you stopped rattling off you might be able to ask them yourself." Morgan nodded as he motioned with his cup, looking behind her.

You and Spencer walked in, Spencer being the gentleman and holding the door for you. Penelope let out a squeal as she rushed after the two of you, grabbing your hands and smiling wide.

"You made it! And in costume too!" You let the technical analyst get a good look at you as you shared a knowing smile with Spencer. "Oh my lordy, you look amazing. Doesn't she look amazing Morgan?" She turns to usher Derek over.

He gives Spencer a pat on the back then looks you up and down. "Whoo-whee! I think we have found your past life, princess. Or should I say, pirate. You look really great" He hugs you, your cheeks starting to hurt from all the smiling of your own. He then turns to Spencer. "You don't look so bad yourself."

Spencer smiled in thanks, but quickly turned his attenion back to you.

"You can thank spencer for the outfit. To be quite honest I was hoping my excuse of a lack of costume would win me a relaxing night but I guess me plans wer' foiled." You lightly punched Spencer's arm. Spencer smiled, looking at you with fondness causing you to blush slightly.

Penelope looked between you and spencer but kept it to herself. Instead, she clapped her hands and turned to you. "There is a costume someone is wearing that I am dying to show you."

You laugh and nod, taking her hands. "As long as you don't keep me away from my pirate's booty. And by booty I mean food. I am starving."

"They say the most important thing about a pirate is their booty," Spencer said offhandedly, his costume making the statement a comical twist.

Penelope doesn't say anything but she started smacking Derek on his chest with the back of her hand as she confirmed what she thought she saw earlier. Flirting. Derek smiles, grabbing her hand, patting it knowingly.

You snort and point to your eyes then to his. "Best ye be warned I don't find all the chips be missing." You winked then was whisked away by your purple witch friend.

Derek leveled with Spencer as the young doctor watched you walk off, laughing and genuinely enjoying yourself. "So how come I'm getting the impression you weren't referring to food just then."

Spencer just glances at him, doing his best to hide a smile. But Derek already knew. "Come on son!" He playfully grabs spencer behind the neck giving him a playful shake. "I knew you had it in you! So when's the wedding?"

"Shut up," Spencer mumbled, halfheartedly shoving the strong man away. Derek chuckled, enjoying the happiness evident on Spencer's face.

Spencer watched as you piled two plates full of food, laughing with Garcia and a few others. He catches your eyes as you look up, your big smile lighting up the room.Suddenly, it was as if everything slowed down and all he could see was you. You really did look good. Your smile turns into a smirk as you rolled your eyes and worded to him a silent 'thank you.' Spencer feels a blush so all he could do was nod back. He will need to take a picture to send to his mom, proof that she always knows what's best and that there may be hope for him still.

Then things sped back up as the girls came back, you handing spencer a plate and Penelope to Derek. You don't miss his fingers lingering on yours or the fact you found yourself wanting to stand closer to him. You thoroughly enjoyed yourself and almost wished the night to never end. Especially when Spencer took your hand on the way back to your apartment, is fingers laced with yours and fitting quite perfectly.