— I have a gift for you.— Morgan spoke over the phone line.

The gift was Maeve sitting in the back of Morgan's car. But Gideon didn't know that.

— Can't wait for tomorrow?

Yes he could but Morgan wanted to do the same to him when he woke up to Maeve breaking into the BAU. It was still early, after all.

— No. Where can I see you?

— The others have left, but I'm still at the bar.

— Okay. We'll be there in fifteen minutes.

—   We?

Morgan doesn't answer, he just smiles even though he knows he can't see him, but enjoying the moment, seconds later he hangs up the call.

—Hey. —Maeve gets Morgan's attention. He only made a sound as a sign that she continued talking.— Could you put some sirens? As if you were arresting me.

Spencer, who was co-pilot, just turns back looking at her like she's crazy.

— We're not cops, Maeve. — Morgan replies.

— That's a no?

— Do you want people to think you've been arrested? — Spencer was still trying to figure out if she had lost her sanity.

— i've never been arrested

— You never got arrested? — Question Morgan incredulous, not believing her.

— I told you that I've been a good girl. 

— That is hard to believe, baby. — He says taking a look at her from the rearview mirror.

— I run fast. —Morgan is silent at her answer, seeming to believe at her.— And flirting has set me free several times. — She admits, making the man laugh this time, that was more believable.

Upon arriving at the Bar, the three agents approach the bar where Gideon was, the place was somewhat empty despite the early hour.

Gideon, who had a drink in his hand, thought it might be a very strong drink when he saw Maeve walk in with Morgan and Reid as chaperones.

— Here's your gift. —Says Morgan letting go of the girl's arm.

— One Martini please. — The girl asks, leaning on the bar talking to the bartender.

— Is fifteen years old, don't give her anything. — Morgan answers before they bring her drink.

— I'm twenty two! —She yells as she watches the man walk away from them. She finished with a resigned shrug.— I can live without knowing the taste of martini.

Reid's brows creased, Gideon just raised them, and rubbed his temple.

— Well, I'm glad to know Maeve is real and I'm not just hallucinating her.

— Gideon, Bro! How have you been loca ?— Maeve asks wrapping her arms around the older man's shoulders..

— Is she drunk? —He questions the above looking at Morgan.

— I-

— No. It's like that naturally. — Reid responds before his friend does, then turns his back and disappears from everyone's field of vision, walking away.

— I talk too much when I'm nervous. . .— She lowers the arm that was holding Gideon with.

— Maeve, what are you doing here?

— Tell him. I'm feeling butterflies in my stomach right now. — The girl complained while holding her belly.

— Butterflies?—Gideon was looking at her, half worried and half amused.— Are you in love?

— No. I get butterflies when I have anxiety.

The brown-haired girl uses Morgan to regain confidence, so she stands behind him, while he tells his version of events to Gideon.

—You still have my library card?— Reid cuts off the conversation.

A confused Morgan pulls out his wallet and finds Reid's said ID, which he once kept because he thought his picture was funny. He hands it to the genius one

— Can you lend me eleven dollars too?

The scene was funny because Derek only gave the boy what he asked for hoping that he would give an explanation, but he didn't and he only left once more.

— I'm in trouble?— Maeve asks Gideon when the three of them were alone..

— No.

— Well it was cute while it lasted. Remember me as the pretty and smart girl I always was-wait, did he say no?

— Maeve. —Gideon tried not to laugh, and even for Morgan this moment was strange. — Do you think I didn't see you that first time coming through Reid's window? There were officers on your block watching you after the shot.

This being an Aaron Hotchner decision rather than Gideon's.

— And I thought I was being paranoid when I felt that they were watching me...

— Why wasn't I finding out about that?

—Because you're just like Reid.

Spencer who arrived smiling with four drinks in his hands did not understand what they meant.

— Look at him He hid it and you would surely do the same.

— Of course I wouldn't do that, Jason.

— Maeve told me that you let her go when you knew that was what she intended. — Reid denies this, as he puts a bottle of beer in his hand.

Morgan thought about punching him in the face but Reid just smiled.

—Beer for Morgan. Beer for Gideon and Martini for Maeve. —He mentioned each drink while handing it to each mentioned. — They didn't want to sell me alcohol...

— Is that what the eleven dollars was for?

Reid shrugged.

— Martinis are expensive

—I would have gotten them for free. — Maeve says taking a sip of the martini, this being the first time she's tried it, she made a face a couple of times but kept drinking.

—Oh yeah, how? — Morgan asks, thinking that she would steal something.

Maeve who had taken off Reid's sweater, revealing that under it there was only a white shirt of the same boy wearing it accompanying his pants.

— Is it from Reid? — Gideon asks.

—It's tight. —Morgan says when seeing how this one was long enough but it looked bulky in the neckline area, probably because it was the clothes that Spencer no longer wore, even Spencer himself could be tight.

—What fault do I have that Reid is not cup B.

— Hunter. —Morgan picks up the sweater and tosses it to her. — Put your clothes on kid. And already go for your clothes to the department.

Maeve dismissed it with a shrug and slipped her sweater back on.

When she was covered, Morgan looks back at his boss.

— What will happen to American Idiot?

A different nickname went back and forth for this girl.

They both look at Maeve at the same time and she just enjoyed the martini in small sips paying attention to both men.

— We've been talking about it with Aaron.—Gideon lowered his voice.— People like Maeve is why I want to take my family away from this world, and I'm just citing it.

Morgan gave a heavy sigh, lowering his head, already knowing what the fate of the girl would be.

—But. —His look is heightened.— He's known that Maeve has been on the streets since she was ten.—Gideon raises a brow.— Her prognosis is not good if we leave her to her own devices.

—Reid said the same. —Maeve said standing up.— Can you please stop talking like I'm not here? I am not a drug addict, I am not a thief.

— Actually...

—Shut up, Derek. I repeat, I am not a thief, nor do I have homicidal tendencies. Yes, I have seventy percent of becoming a criminal So what? Like I told Spencer that first day, and it's not ruling out any possibility, It doesn't matter if he's the one percent. I have more than one percent, I have thirty on my side and that is enough for me. —She kept her cool but there was anger in her voice.

—Maeve. —Gideon said.—Accepting help doesn't have to be a bad thing.

— But... —Morgan wanted to intervene, understanding the situation a bit more from the girl's perspective. — You only accept it if you want to, Kid.—PHe put his hand on Maeve's shoulder, directing his gaze into her deep eyes.

Maybe it was the look on his face, maybe it was remembering that Morgan gave her the chance to leave that day at Spencer's apartment, but she was starting to get the feeling that Morgan would help her in the worst case scenario.

— So my stuff is still in the apartment? Because I miss my clothes. — She said as an affirmative answer.

—Everything is still there, Hunter. —informs Gideon.

— Good news, Reid. You won't have to share your bed anymore.—She looks around noticing that the boy was not there.— Reid?

— Pretty boy?

— Spencer?

This time the three of them searched with their eyes.

— Morgan. — Gideon speaks, standing up and using the back door to leave.

—I got it. —The aforementioned walks in space discreetly taking out the weapon that was behind his body.

— What's going on?— Maeve was following Morgan's steps.

—Reid may be outside, they may have taken him. You always have to keep one eye open in this job.— Thinking the worst, he informs the girl.

— They are already making me want to give up before starting...

—Sweetie, you better stay inside if you don't know how to use a weapon.

—First of all, Ouch. Second. —She takes the gun out of her boot.— I have Reid's gun.

The man watched her with amusement but did not question her. They both left through the front door in a discreet and calm manner, trying not to make their weapons so visible.

As soon as they passed the door they both already had their guns pointed, but all they found was Spencer petting a cat on the sidewalk. They lowered their weapons.

— What are you doing here, Reid? —It was Morgan who spoke first.

—After a few drinks I was too hot. — He tugged at the collar of his shirt to ventilate air. — I think it was adulterated drinks...

— Hey, has the boy genius never had a drink? —She whispers into Morgan's ear.

— I really don't know...Reid. Let's go home, buddy.

Like an obedient child he does, grooming the animal one last time before standing up.

— Have you found Him?—Gideon reappears with them, he also lowers his weapon when he sees them.— Hhat happened to him?

— It seems that an iq of one hundred and eighty is not strong enough to compete with a beer. I'll take them home. —He said referring to Maeve and Spencer, before saying goodbye to Gideon.

Maeve got into the back seat of Derek's car like she did before, but this time Spencer gets in with her.

— Maeve, your apartment is closest to me, you'll be the first.

— Actually, I'm going to stay with Spencer tonight.

—You will? —Spencer questions almost smiling.

— I've already slept there, and you seem to need company. What do you say Morgan?

— If Reid agrees.

— Spence? —Maeve turns her head to look at him, and he nods, holding her gaze squarely.— He said yes.

Spencer rests his head on the girl's oblivious shoulder, while Morgan watches from ahead as he drives.

— How come you got Reid's gun, Hunter?

—He gave it to me —Morgan's eyes widened. — He thought he might need it. He didn't know what could happen tonight.

— This time you haven't shot him so congratulations kid.

—I have improved, actually. Reid's injury gave him days off, when he was able to walk without even bleeding Spencer offered to drive me to a shooting gallery. —Maeve glanced at the boy over her shoulder, and couldn't help but smile, remembering that moment as a vow of good faith.— We went for a couple of days, but Spencer helped me.

— Reid? Reid trained you?

— It helped, I said it helped, is that jealousy man? I learned from the best.—Referring to him obviously.

— Maeve. You start early tomorrow. Let's try not to give Aaron a reason to kick you out, got it?

She doesn't answer.

— Got it?

— Yes sir. — She has had to cross her arms to express her anger like that and not with words.

When they arrived, Morgan helped Reid up, wanting to make sure the boy got there safely. After saying goodbye to Morgan, Maeve notices that the pizza was still there, cold but still working, so she pops a slice to her mouth and goes for a glass of water.

— toc, toc. —Maeve makes the noise with her mouth before walking into Spencer's room, even though the door was open.

Spencer was lying on his back, but he jerks up when he sees Maeve.

— I feel like my head is going to explode.— He whispers

— Here you go. — She sets the water next to Spencer, then goes to the drawer next to the bed and takes out an aspirin.

—You've been snooping around a lot if you know where I keep my stuff. — He tried not to laugh because it only made him hurt more.

— I was alone all day, I had to entertain myself with something. —She handed him the pill and the glass of water.

Spencer didn't seem drunk, he seemed to be in his five senses and lucid enough, he just seemed tired.

Maybe the drunk version of Spencer Reid is acting like your average human being. She thought. Which was a possibility.

Feel free to call me

 if you need help.

Derek.

We're totally fine.

Sure?

I promise I won't 

kill your boyfriend.

It was the last thing Maeve said in the text, before leaving the phone on the nightstand. She goes to the bathroom inside the room where she changes her clothes, for a shirt, this time of her property, in which the phrase "future milf" was read. Spencer was not trying to peek, but there was a small space in The door which gave him some view, nothing beyond the movements of Maeve's arms but he preferred to look away.

When Maeve leaves the bathroom, she notices that he hasn't taken the pill, and just stands there waiting for him to do so. Spencer has been around Maeve for so long that he knows what he's trying to say even without words, so he swallows the aspirin and takes a big sip of water.

The girl watches how he spills water when drinking, so she makes a face and hands him a towel. Spencer didn't get a chance to take it as she was already wiping his chin.

Spencer remains with his mouth slightly open absently.

— I'll leave you bed today.—She says before walking away from him and reaching the door frame. — Good night, Reid.

— Maeve.— It was almost a whisper, the boy didn't even expect that she had heard it, because his own voice was beginning to feel heavy.

— What's the matter?— She turns, waiting for a response.

— You can stay in bed. — She almost objects but he stands up and continues talking. — It's your last night here. I don't want you sleeping on the couch.

She looks at the bed with an amused smile and then at the boy.

— Boy, drunk Reid is cuter than sober Reid.

— I'm not drunk.

Maeve takes a few steps forward and rests her palms on Reid's shoulders.

— You need the bed boy.

The closeness amuses Maeve as she can now see how Spencer's hair has gone from medium length to slightly shorter since she returned to work after the shooting, occasionally wearing his glasses. The same Reid but somehow less and more nerdy at the same time. Maeve told herself.

—We can share it. —The dilated pupils in Spencer's eyes made his eyes look bigger despite his eyelids struggling not to close.

—Spencer Reid sharing a bed? — She tried to contain her laughter, watching him with a raised eyebrow. — You don't even like shaking hands with people and you're telling me you want to share a bed, I'll have to go back to the bar...we forgot the real Spencer there.

— We can play.  —He cleared his throat.— A game of poker, if you win you'll go to the couch.

— What if you win?

— You'll sleep with me

There was no way those words could be taken out of context, as Spencer's Bambi look and soft voice only gave away the adorable boy he was.

Maeve didn't bother to play, she went straight to the bed, confusion gaining on Spencer's face.

—Don't forget to turn the lights off. —She says.

Spencer obeys and turns off the lights, curling up on the free side of the bed, Spencer shifted a few times instead.

— Maeve.

—What's up ?— She answers with her eyes closed.

— I wanted to play poker.

— We'll play tomorrow I promise. — Maeve couldn't see because of her closed eyes, but the light from the street streamed into Spencer's room as usual.

This gave him a better perception of Maeve's face which he found himself admiring in great detail as if he were going to remember each feature.

— Tomorrow is not an exact moment.

— After work tomorrow, Spence.

— Hour? — Maeve doesn't answer, waiting for him to fall asleep if she ignored him but Spencer continued talking:— Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!

Maeve raises her head and opens her eyes only to notice that he was at her side waiting for an answer while watching him.

— Alice in Wonderland. — She says as she shifts her weight onto her elbows to get up.

— You mentioned reading it when you were a kid.

Maeve blinked processing the information, remembering that afternoon where she complained about her collection of books, Spencer insisted on knowing what kind of books she liked, and she admits that she no longer has time to read, but remembers the habit of reading as something that she enjoyed as a child, sneaking several nights into the public library to find a place to hide at night, this gave her something a little more than a roof, but also friends through the pages.

Perhaps she never liked reading and that is why she no longer reads, perhaps she just enjoyed imagining herself in the shoes of the protagonists or thinking about being their friend, or perhaps literature for adults would never be to her liking, where every time the scenarios They were rougher and less fanciful, where the greatest threat was no longer facing a dragon to having to stand up against a man.

Because the real world will always be more terrifying than the mythical creatures of the stories.

— I don't want to sleep.— Spencer takes the conversation back.

Maeve was echoed by Morgan's words, reminding her of being there early. She could comply with that, and she'll spend the night awake, but she doesn't guarantee she'll have enough energy for the day.

—Me neither. — Admits. She plays with her own lip, biting nervously.— Spence, have you ever had nightmares?

— All the time. — He babbles a bit, seeing how Maeve's brown hair was curling at the ends, this caught his attention and he began to play with those little ringlets.

—Maeve. — He calls her name even without taking his eyes off her hair.—Do you know what pretty means?

The girl didn't understand what he meant so she didn't answer.

— Comes from the word goodness. It's a diminutive of a Latin word. Pleasant to the eyes and ears.—Spencer reaches up his hand, tucks a strand of the girl's hair behind her ear.— and you're pretty, Maeve. Like. . .Really Pretty.  — His voice has dropped to a whisper, barely audible.

Maeve was about to laugh and explain that they should go back to sleep but he kept talking.

— Not pretty physically. — Spencer seemed to hear his own words and instantly backed off.— I'm not saying you're not pretty, you're very pretty. — He faltered in his own words.— But you're pretty in so many other ways.

— You've said pretty many times, Reid.— Her voice had lowered to the same pitch as Spencer's.

— Just four times.

— You've counted them, haven't you? — He agreed. This time Maeve sits up on the bed.

— You're a good girl, Maeve Hunter. —Spencer removes his hand from the other's face and lies back down, staring at the ceiling.— Good and pretty girl.

Maeve laughed softly.

— Maeve. — The girl had already lost count of how many times he had called her that night.

— I hear you, Reid.

— I've been thinking about what you said about my hands.

— What did I say about your hands? — Now she is confused.

— You said I hold someone's face while kissing.

Maeve remembers the photos with Lila Archer and now understands what he is referring to.

— Oh that.  It amused me, you seemed possessive at the time.

— If I kiss you now, will you push me away?

Maeve turns incredulous looking at the boy lying on the bed.

— Do you want a kiss?

— I want more than one. —Spencer sits next to her.— But I don't think it's appropriate to say it.

— It's not okay to kiss co-workers, Reid.

— You are unemployed at this time.

Maeve suppressed a laugh at the comment, but watched as Reid only met her eyes with an answer that either affirmed or denied that he could get closer.

— Reid. —She says in a threatening tone. But her body acted in a different way, because she was bringing her lips closer to the boy's one.

— Can I kiss you?—He whispered

Their lips were so close that when exchanging words they brushed against each other subtly.

Maeve didn't answer, just gave way to her slightly parted lips, cupping them against his. Spencer's lips responded instantly, as if they had known this place before and the muscle memory of their mouths did all the work for both of them.

Both were somewhat abrupt as they approached, because it was the slight taste of metal that made them move away. Maeve's bottom lip had a slight bite, but she hadn't even felt her lip sting until Spencer brushed her thumb over it and cupped her face with both hands to pull her back in slowly. Spencer kissed the scratch that his own teeth had made, and kissed it over and over until Maeve's body seemed calm with what she was doing.

The brunette's eyes remained closed feeling how Spencer's lips moved away and came closer to kiss the same place repeatedly. She opened her eyes fluttering her lashes, Spencer took the opportunity to kiss her properly. Calmly and slowly savoring her lips, a sigh escaped Maeve's lips.

As they finally parted ways, Spencer grinned and raised both arms in victory which made Maeve laugh.

Just to clarify, Spencer was not drunk in this chapter,

 it will be explained in the next chapters, as it is part of the plot, 

I hope you like it.