Lie To Me (completed)

October 2, 2013

New York City

"Hello?" Libby said when she answered the phone, not recognizing the number that came up.

"Libby?" A familiar voice questioned from the other end.

"Rafael, hi?" She smiled.

"Did you put me on speaker?" He asked, noticing more ambient noise than before.

"While I save your number. My class just ended but I have a few stragglers chatting not far from me."

"Oh...." He paused not really wanting to talk with her students able to hear, not that they knew who he was.

"Ok, you're off speaker." Libby stated, pulling the phone back to her ear.

"You don't want my last name for your contact?" He chuckled.

"Rafael works for now, I can always edit the contact."

"You're trusting."

Even though she couldn't see his face she could tell he had smirked from the changes in the inflection of his voice.

"You underestimate my ability to read people." She replied.

"Are you free for dinner tonight?"

"I thought you were busy? Jolene Castille's trial is still all over the news." She said, taking the stack of test her TA had handed her.

"I am but we both have to eat and you're right, there will always be a case... trial... some excuse."

"Give me a location and time and I'll meet you." Libby smiled, sliding the stack of test into her bag.

Libby stopped by her office to drop off her lecture notes from today and grab the set for tomorrow, slipping them in the bag with the test. She liked to be prepared and give them a once over the night before class. Then decided to head home. Rafael had wanted to meet at six thirty and she felt she could get more grading done at home than with the constant interruptions that happened while she was in her office. That and she wanted to change.

Her apartment wasn't far from campus and allowed her to walk to and from work, the route through Morningside Park being the fastest, but only one she'd take if it was still light out. Another quirk left over from the BAU, they all had their list of things they'd never do again. One selling point of the apartment had been that it was on the corner of the park, meaning she didn't have to walk completely around it to get home at night, just to one end. She had a nice view of St. John's Cathedral just over the trees and easy access to Central Park for her morning run.

When she got home she put her bag by her desk in the odd little room she used both as a home office and dining area, and started rummaging through her closet until she settled on a dark blue fitted dress that hit just passed the knees, and had three quarter sleeves with a square neck. She hung it on the back of her closet door before sitting down to grade. At four thirty she took a shower, styled her long dark auburn hair into soft curls, reapplied her make up and slipped into the dress.

"You look..." Rafael inhaled as he searched for the word he wanted.

"Thank you." Libby smiled.

"I might not have been about to compliment you." He smirked.

"You were planning to insult your date before you even got to the table?" She chuckled.