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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer considered, nodding.

"I will bring the file along. Thanks!" He turned back to Charlotte, and spoke again.

"So, I guess lunch is in thirty minutes. As you're reading through the file, if you see anything that I didn't highlight that you think is important, mark it with this," he handed her a green highlighter pen, "and then let me know. I think you have good insights, and I want to see what YOU think is important." He smiled his usual closed-mouth smile, and turned back to his computer, beginning to type out a rather complicated math equation that he hoped would help him narrow down the fingerprints included in the file.

[charlottemoore]

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Charlotte nodded to Rattlesnake, taken aback by his statement. It was as if he read her mind. There was something odd about this man, and Charlotte wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Then he mentioned having read two Russian books, in that language. Charlotte nodded again, impressed. "Wow. I've read them in English, but I've always wanted to learn Russian. It must've been so much more interesting and deep,"

[/color] she said, watching Spencer shake his head at his 'evil twin.' Holding back a smile, Charlotte waited for him to address her. Reid talked about his experience at the restaurant, and how his last experience had not been so great. Tilting her chin down a bit, Charlotte looked up at Spencer with a little smile. "Well... um, hopefully this time will be different," she said, ducking her head slightly and blushing as she cursed her forwardness. He probably didn't even see it as a date. She needed to keep her cool and regain it fast before she made a fool of herself.

Charlotte nodded at Spencer's comment about suicide, suddenly serious. "Yes, that sounds reasonable. And I guess the final stress of one last day was too much to handle for them," she said, wondering why she needed to turn every conversation awkward. Suicide. Really? And here she was elaborating on possible reasons for suicides when they had just been talking about Anna Karenina and lunch. Nodding at Rattlesnake, Charlotte watched him retreat to his own desk before turning back to Spencer. "He seems...nice," she said with a grin. "A little strange, but nice." Taking the green highlighter pen from Spencer, she sat down at the desk, uncapping the file and turning to the first page. Glancing over at him, Charlotte took a brief moment to watch Spencer begin a complicated math problem. Feeling a small smile tug at her lips, she turned back to the file and returned to her reading.
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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

They worked in silence for a bit, until Spencer turned to Charlotte.

"Dr. Moore, did you want to see the menu for the resrurant before we go? I have it, here," he pulled a manila folder marked "Menus" from his drawer, "and then maybe we could call ahead, save a table, have them reserve this Vinho Verde you have to try. That's a really good Italian white wine. I don't normally drink, especially at work, but this wine is special. You really should try it..." He was babbling again, searching for some excuse to talk to her.

[charlottemoore]

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Charlotte and Spencer worked in silence for a bit, and though they were both working something made the silence tense, awkward. Charlotte kept wanting to say something to Spencer, to start up conversation, but he had asked her here to work, and she didn't want to interrupt as she did when she first came over. Then, to her relief, Spencer turned over to her. He asked if she'd like to see the menu and then pulled a menu out of a folder he kept in his drawer. "Sure!" she said with a laugh, taking the menu from him and sliding her chair closer to his so they could both look at it. "Looks like you've got all of Quantico's menus in that folder," she said jokingly, looking up and giving Spencer a warm smile before turning back to the menu. It all looked amazing and extremely authentic. Pointing to one of the pastas, Charlotte glanced excitedly at Spencer. "Ooh! Cacio e pepe! I haven't seen that in any American-Italian restaurant ever!" she exclaimed, almost tasting the dish she had first tried her sophomore year of high school.

Spencer mentioned an Italian white wine, and Charlotte both cringed internally and felt some excitement. She normally wasn't one to drink, at all, and despised alcohol, but then again she also had hated coffee until today. Plus, one glass of a good Italian wine wasn't going to make her or Spencer drunk, so why not live a little? Nodding, Charlotte grinned again. "Sounds great! I'm not normally one to drink either, but if this wine is special," she said, raising an eyebrow. Glancing over the menu again, Charlotte nodded. "It looks really good," she said honestly, looking back up at Reid. "I'm excited. Shall we call ahead, then?" she asked, giving a sly smile.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer smiled as she teased him about having so many menus.

"We eat at work a LOT. You will learn that, too. The guy at China Kitchen knows us by name, now. We don't even use a menu, he just says he'll send the usual." He was pleased that it was working out well; Spencer still felt awkward, and the light chatter made it easier.

"It is special, I promise. You can't miss it. Let me call and see if Joey, that's the weekend waiter, can find us something." He had noticed that Charlotte had pulled her chair closer to his, and as he picked up his phone and dialed the number, he smiled at her, and spoke as the other end just rang.

"Are you finding the BAU to your liking? Oh-Hello, Joey. This Agent Reid, at the -Yes. I am coming for lunch. No, no, not Ms. Jareau today. I'm sorry, Agent Hotchner has the day off, too. Mmmhmm. No, it'll be just me and a Dr. Charlotte Moore. And possibly another agent called Clark. Yes, so two, possibly three? A half hour? No, that's fine. Thanks." He hung up and spun his chair around to meet Charlotte's eyes.

"We're due in a half-hour. Is that OK? I don't know what happened to Clark, but I can give yoi a ride, if you want."

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Grinning as Spencer talked about the frequency with which they ate during work, Charlotte closed the menu. She supposed knowing someone at a restaurant that well must have its perks. Always just asking for 'the usual' seemed like a pretty good deal. "That's great," she said with a smile, glad they were finally able to converse on a normal level without having burnt tongues or emotional breakdowns. "You'll have to let me get in on one of these lunch pools," Charlotte continued, a little angry about her slip-up and forwardness. Still, she didn't show it and just looked around a little, sipping at her coffee again. Spencer assured her that the place was special, and he agreed to calling ahead, picking up the phone. Then, he turned around and gave her a warm smile that sent butterflies flipping through Charlotte's stomach. Feeling as if she'd just missed a stair, Charlotte gave a smile in return, watching as Spencer dialed the phone number.

He began to speak to her, asking if she liked the BAU. As Charlotte opened her mouth to respond, Spencer began to talk to the man on the other line. Blushing a very light shade of pink, Charlotte held back a giggle and waited patiently for him to finish. Spencer hung up the phone, spinning around in his chair to face her. "Yes, please! I'd love a ride," she said, eager to spend as much time as possible with this fascinating agent. "And I'm actually enjoying the BAU quite a lot. It's what I've always wanted to do. I find myself here all the time, even if I don't have a lot of work to do," Charlotte continued, picking up the green highlighter pen that Spencer'd given her along with the file. She clicked the cap on and off as she spoke. "Anyway, it beats staying home alone, even if I do have my books, Maurice, and Frederic to keep me company," Charlotte said, pausing her clicking and freezing in her gaze at Spencer as she realized what she said. Giving a little breathy laugh, Charlotte shook her head. "Wow. I really cannot talk with anyone. Maurice and Frederic are my beta fish and cockatoo, respectively," she said with an eye roll.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer chuckled, and tried not to look amazed that he'd found a girl who was a much of a prattler as he was. He was trying to not be annoyed by the girl's clicking pen, and instead concentrated on her words.

She seemed eager to join him for lunch, which surprised him. He was used to the other agents kind of blowing him off; he gathered that most of the agents deemed him weird or socially inept, and thus, he had few work friends, other than his immediate workmates.

He was pleased that she agreed to come, and as she shut the menu and spoke to him about how much she was indeed enjoying the BAU, she blushed a bit. He smiled again, trying to process her words, as she prattled on about working a lot, which he understood. She told him about her fish, and her bird, and he smiled. He had no pets, although he was considering a cat, but an FBI agent who had animals was a good sign. It showed they still had their humanity; that the job hadn't affected their emotional well-being. Yet.

He spoke to her.

"A fish and bird? How do you find any quiet time?" He was trying to show some interest, although he knew little about cockatoos, outside of the scientific bits, of course. He continued.

"Well, I think you're conversing fine. I like those names; so old fashioned. Shall we continue this conversation on the way downstairs?"

[SA Dr. John Clark]

At this point the portly MIB showed himself again--with how high his desk was always piled with books and papers, it was like he had his own little bunker in the bullpen. "Okay, that was the last of 'em--Doctors, I should warn you that we're gonna have a little bit of a walk, had to park way out where nobody else ever does 'cause once the big beast starts engines it basically creates an artificial hurricane."

He then looked at Spencer's revolver. 'Let me take a look at that, Spence--OH MY GOD, when did you last clean this thing?!" he exclaimed in shock at seeing the buildup of crud inside the big .357's barrel and cylinders. "A clean gun is a more reliable gun, and thus less likely to fail or worse yet kB! on you," he said, absently tapping a scar from where a gun had blown up in his face years before. "Trust me, picking scrap metal that used to be your sidearm out of your face downright sucks."

"On that note, who's hungry?" he asked with a grim chuckle.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer was surprised when Clark appeared again.

He gave Spencer some hell for how dirty his firearm was, and Spencer replied.

"Actually, that's on my list of things to do this weekend. And, if you don't mind, I think that Dr. Moore and I would prefer to drive. I spend enough time in jets already."

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"Okay, Spence, we'll meet you there," the shorter man replied. "Tell you what, I have the cleaning kit out so if you'd like I can handle it when we get back."

The three agents walked out to their vehicles, the two doctors to Reid's car and the operative out to a big gray helicopter that towered over everything in the lot; as he sat down in the pilot's seat a disembodied computer voice asked him where they were going. "A little Italian joint in Falls Church, Blackout; we're meeting Spencer and a lady friend there."

With a loud roar from its three engines, the massive rotorcraft lifted off, performing a very low (but safely high up) high-speed pass over Drs. Reid & Moore, rocking left to right as it passed.

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Charlotte was enjoying her time with Spencer. Sure, she'd had a few slip-ups, and there were a few awkward moments, but they seemed to genuinely get along. She was looking forward to lunch, excited to get more time to talk with Spencer instead of just working on a case with him, no matter how much fun that was. They exchanged small talk for a while, smiling at each other and laughing as the occasional joke was tossed in the mix. Then, when Charlotte began to talk about her life at home with her two pets, Spencer piped in, asking how she found any quite time. Giving a little laugh, Charlotte waved him off. "It's no trouble. They're not really high maintenance pets, and Frederic can only whistle a few notes," she said, throwing another smile back at the agent. She smiled brighter, pleased, when Spencer said he liked her name choice. "Thanks! I prefer old-fashioned names to strange, modern ones. Not that there's anything wrong with current names; I just prefer classical." Rising from her chair, Charlotte took one last gulp of her coffee and nodded to Spencer, pushing the wheeled seat under Agent Morgan's desk. "Sure! Sounds good," Charlotte said, following Spencer out of the bullpen.

Then, out of nowhere, the man Charlotte had just met reappeared. He started to talk about a long walk and artificial hurricanes when the sight of Spencer's gun caught his eye. The man greedily snatched it from Spencer's holster, rattling about the importance of a clean gun and how dirty Spencer had let his get. Pursing her lips slightly, Charlotte swallowed a smile and a grimace, wondering why the subject of Rattlesnake's conversations were always guns or machinery. It was the one thing she wasn't too familiar with. After his lecture had ended, Rattlesnake turned to Spencer and Charlotte, asking about their appetites. Forcing a little chuckle, Charlotte glanced from Spencer to Rattlesnake. "Seems like lunchtime to me," she said, following the two. Spencer pitched in, saying that he and Charlotte would rather ride together than fly in Rattlesnake's helicopter. Rattlesnake took this well, saying he'd meet them at the restaurant. They walked in silence for a while until reaching the parking garage, where Rattlesnake hurried off to his helicopter. Charlotte stopped, looking at Spencer. "Well, um, I'd lead, but I'm not sure where you're parked," she said awkwardly, spreading her hand forward to allow him in front of her. "I wonder if our lunch will consist of another lecture on firearms," she mused jokingly, giving a little smile and a glance up at Spencer.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer chuckled, and stepped forward to lead the way to his old blue Volvo. He spoke.

"I hope not, either. He's a good guy, truly, just a little too...observant, I think." He holds the door open for her, allowing her to climb in. After he'd settled himself behind the wheel, he checked everything, and then started the drive to Falls Church, a smallish town bordering Quantico. He spoke as he drove, hoping that Charlotte wouldn't consider this irresponsible. He didn't think so, and so he asked her about herself.

"So, besides your cat and bird, tell me about yourself. Where did you go to school? How did you come to work for the FBI?"

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Giving Spencer a smile, she stepped into the car with him holding the door open for her. Folding her legs neatly inside, she thanked him, waiting for Spencer to emerge around the driver's side. They started off, driving for a short while in silence before Spencer began to talk again. "Well, I've always been interested in forensics and such; when I was younger I used to sit down and read books on forensics and methods and such. And then I took psychology in high school and realized this was what I always wanted to do. So I went to school focusing on Criminal Profiling and forensic sciences. And I got here!" she said, looking over at Reid as he drove. "And how about you?" Charlotte asked, pushing her hair behind her right ear. She shifted in her seat slightly, licking her lips and glancing out the windshield before turning back to him. "Tell me a little bit about yourself," Charlotte said, moving her posture again so she was facing him slightly as she waited for his answer.

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[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer replied.

"A fomer agent, Jason Gideon, recruited me straight out of grad school. He was teaching a series of lectures on criminal psychology, and I guess he thought that I had a gift. He used to do what Hotch does now; Unit Chief. Anyway, he set me up with the application, and I made it, and went through the academy. It was awkward because, back then, I was the youngest agent in the whole BAU. Actually, in the whole FBI. But I made it." He sighed, and turned the car into a parking lot outside the picturesque brick restraunt.

"Shall we?"

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Luckily, the lot was big and clear enough to accommodate the Sikorsky's ponderous bulk; Charlotte and Spence being surprised at how deftly the "Hurricane Machine" seemed to almost casually sidle into several parking spaces and swiftly fold its rotor and tailboom; as "Clark" opened the pilot's door, the rear ramp opened just long enough for a black box about the size of a large footlocker on wheels to roll out, scrambling to catch up with its three companions. "Spence, Charlotte, we need a sec to catch up," the agent called as the black-box caught up to him, and patted it on top like one might the head of a child.

Once seated (and the box was on a chair so its optical sensors could see), it was introduction time. "Doctors Spencer Reid and Charlotte Moore, meet Blackout, my younger 'son'," the suit explained. A digital voice came from the box: "Nice to meet you, Doctors. Technically what you see is just my 'core module', it's a bit like if you could change bodies at will," the artificial-intelligence corrected, as two spindly arms deployed and it shook hands with the agents. "Speaking of, technically my host body is known to Sikorsky as the Model S-65/80 and the Air Force as the NMH-53X Advanced Rotorcraft Technologies Testbed, but I was basically pieced together from the wrecks of a Navy CH-53E heavy transport and an Air Force MH-53M Pave Low special-ops helo. Dr. Reid, I've heard so much about you and your team, and someday I'd like to match wits with you at a chessboard or card table--no offense intended, Dr. Moore, I just haven't heard much about you, but someday I hope to earn a place alongside both of you and my creator on the team in my own right rather than just as 'alternate air transport' and an extra computer to assist Miss Garcia."

The foursome continued to make small talk, once the initial shock passed seemingly oblivious that one of them was a machine, until Joey returned to take their orders.