It took a week.
Only a week for Mitchell Diaz's life to go down the drain.
It started out with the murders of two strangers in a city miles away. But once the BAU show up after the third murder occurs in her city, everything gets put together.
She...
"If I would've known you wanted to come inside, I would've cleaned up." He rambled, wiping his clamy hands on his trousers,
"Oh come on, how many people get to see the inside of Doctor Spencer Reid's home? It's like seeing the inside of your brain." She smiled at him,
She scanned the books that piled up around the apartment. It was cluttered, but in an organised way.
Mitchell smiled, "Grimm's Fairy Tales? Didn't think you read anything that wasn't non-fiction."
"It's a, uh, first edition. My mom got it for my 18th birthday." He answered sheepishly,
"She sounds nice. I hope I get to meet her one day." Mitchell said as she continued to graze at all the books,
"I hope so, too." He muttered, taking off his coat and moving towards the kitchen,
"What was that?" She asked, looking back at him,
Spencer turned towards her, "Coffee?"
Mitchell raised an eyebrow, "At 7:30?"
Both of their cellphones went off and Mitchell sighed, "You have some to-go cups?"
He nodded as he turned on his coffee machine and motioned to a cabinet behind him, "In there."
Mitchell answered her phone and moved into the small kitchen to grab the coffee cups, "Hey, P, got another case?"
"Brilliant as always, Agent Diaz." Garcia joked, "Hope I'm not interrupting anything too exciting."
"Why would I be doing anything exciting except waiting for your call, my lady?" Mitchell grinned, trying to reach for the cups that, of course, Spencer put on a high shelf, "We'll be in, in a bit."
"We?" Garcia questioned,
"Uh, yeah, I'm with Spencer." She grunted, going on her toes, "See you in a bit, P." Mitchell hung up as an arm reached past her to grab the portable cups.
Mitchell tensed as he set one down in front of her on the counter and reached for another one, his chest brushing against her back.
He closed the cupboard and Mitchell turned towards him, "What?" Spencer asked, staring down at her,
She shook her head, "Nothing. Uh, we have a case." She moved around him to hide the red in her cheeks and started filling up the coffee cups and grabbed the large bag of sugar for his cup.
