weak - wet
By my fourth week in the BAU, Reid texted me often. Usually for work, to send me an address, communicate Hotch's instructions, or relay a new theory. Sometimes he'd send a one-word text: "coffee?" The answer was inevitably "please." A couple of times he'd sent me a link to an article that was related to my work or that he thought I'd find interesting. One time he asked me what kind of music I listen to. On average, I'd get a couple of texts from him. Like I said, mostly business.
And I'd text him back. The masters from Garcia. Ideas I wanted to run by him before I asked Hotch. I never sent any articles, though. I was afraid that they wouldn't be up to his standard. Not that he would judge me, Reid was too nice, but my pride was too intense. I sent him some songs when he asked, and a couple that reminded me of him later. Innocuous.
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One morning Prentiss, Rossi, and I were hanging out downstairs, waiting for JJ to present the newest case.
"How much Italian do you know?" I asked Emily, who had just mentioned living in Rome as a child.
"A decent amount. It's not perfect, but it's still there." She was dressed in a grey button-down and slacks. In my own dark blue sweater and black jeans, I felt slightly underdressed until I saw another agent walk by in blue jeans.
"That's awesome. I've also loved Italian," I said. My phone buzzed. Reid's name appeared on the screen, above a familiar message.
Reid: Coffee?
Me: You know the answer
Reid: On my way"Why are you smiling at your phone?" Emily asked suddenly. She searched my face. Ugh, profilers.
"Just a text," I said nonchalantly. She raised an eyebrow. I didn't want to say anything, especially not with Rossi here. He was amazing, but it was a little gossiping in front of your father.
"Oh really? From who?" she pressed. She had the slight air of a teenager who'd stumbled upon an excellent secret.
"From whom," Reid corrected, walking up behind her. He had two coffee cups in his hands.
"Where's my coffee?" Rossi question with mock-indignation.
"You should have laughed at my Dadaism joke," Reid said. He handed me a cup. I chuckled, remembering the joke. It really wasn't that funny, but the way Reid told it was highly entertaining. He was so excited. It was like watching a puppy. Emily was still looking at me, trying to find clues in my face.
"JJ will be ready soon. We should head up," I proposed. We made our way to the conference room.
"Why do I feel like I'm going to end up spending years of time on the plane?" I said into the air of the BAU jetliner.
"Because you are," Morgan answered, "It's a shame unsubs can't all live in a twenty-minute drive from D.C." I slumped in my seat. Flying is boring after a while, even in a fancy plane.
"Every serial killer in the same town? That sounds like a great recipe for disaster," JJ said.
"At least they would having a higher chance of killing a murder instead of an innocent victim," Rossi pointed out from behind his book.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I perked up.
"What? Did you get another text?" Emily asked quietly from across from me.
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Reid My Mind
FanfictionMaya is a new member of the BAU, who just might be falling for one very smart, very cute, triple PhD profiler. Does he have feelings for her as well? Fluff, angst, smut in chapters perfectly portioned so you can skip what you don't want to read. En...