A/N: This is a story I wrote a few nights ago. I gathered the inspiration from "RogueandKurt's" oneshot 'Jerk'. I highly recomend it. Anyways... I didn't like how sad my Reid was at the end of her story, so I decided to write a whole new short story giving him a happier ending. (Ahhh, the beauty of Fanfiction);)
So.. Enjoy.:)
And please review. Make Spencer happy. You now you want to....

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. Though If I were six years older, and Spencer/Matthew was eight years younger, I'd totally kidnap him and take us to a priest who'd marry someone against their will. (Psychotic? Moi? No...Pssh. Who told you??!!)

Ask any woman working the 20th floor of the Federal building in Quantico about Spencer, and they'd automatically know who you were talking about.

No last name, just Spencer. Tales of the regaled genius reached all corners of the office. Many a day had passed with accidental jostling, and hurried apologies as they all watched the young profiler stumble his way to the Round Table room.

He was widely known as a good ear to whisper into, the knowledge he'd never tell encouraging the spilling over of every would-be suitor's offense.

Only his closest friends ever used this advantage, and no other women in the department ever really took the effort or initiative to get to know the man beyond a hello in the elevator, or a bemused glance at each overheard rant to his partner-in-crime Derek Morgan.

But, if asked, any person, regardless of gender, would readily tell you of the genius's naiveté was regarded as the reason for his kindness. After all, they reasoned, no one with experience in matters of the heart could ever have such a simplistic view of things such as love.

No one could ever keep a positive outlook if they knew what was really out there. Overheard conversations between his team gave one the correct assumption that their suspicions that he'd never had anyone did indeed have merit.

So it came as a surprise to everyone when a noticeable lift in the air around the doctor could be felt.

Incredibly, the already sweet, kind, joyful Reid became that much sweeter. That much kinder and that much more joyful. Whatever had caused the change was apparently being kept mum.

He still stayed the same, lending an ear when needed, tripping and stumbling; blushing and smiling. But there was a subtle....still somehow in-your-face..... change.

Puzzled glances traced his every step, unbeknownst to the poor doctor. Confusion laced the minds of many, but was put aside each week in place of the impending work to be done. Soon, the mystery was pushed to the figurative back burner. Answers were wanted, but it seemed they were fated to wait.

Fate, it seemed, took pity on them soon after.