1. Revelations

It was a very tiring day at the BAU and everyone tried to catch up on their paperwork, not wanting to bring it home-well, except for Reid, but he was busy with the files "secretly" slipped on his desk anyway. When they were finally finished, Emily was the first to speak.

"Alright, guys, who wants to grab some dinner?"

"I do. I haven't been anywhere in weeks and Will's looking after Henry tonight" said JJ.

"Me too. Jack is at his grandparents' for the weekend."

Garcia, Morgan and Rossi agreed too, and they looked at Reid expectantly, but he gave them an apologeticsmile.

"Sorry guys, not tonight."

Morgan looked at him impatiently.

"C'mon, Reid, you've got no more paperwork and your books won't go anywhere. It's just dinner."

Reid mumbled something inaudible, fumbling with his messenger bag's buckle.

"What'd you say, kid? Couldn't hear you."

Reid looked up, fidgeting, clearly unconfortable.

"I said I'm not spending the night with my books" his voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"Could it be that our little Reid has a date?"asked JJ with a smile.

"Yeah" Reid mumbled.

Garcia practically squealed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Do you think it would be possible to provide information about the identity of the lucky lady who stole my G-man's heart?"

"Her name is Janine, and it's just a date, Garcia, and considering my former luck with women I'm pretty certain there won't be a second one. So I'm not going to give you her last name, because I'm sure that would be enough information for you to dig up practically everything about her."

Garcia didn't look broken at all. She actually looked mischievous.

"Oh honey, trust me, I don't even need her last name to do that."

Morgan tried his best to grin at him.

"Good for you, kid. The first date of your life is a really important occasion."

"Ha-ha" Reid looked at him with a scorn. Morgan was still grinning.

"Anyway, I don't want to be late, so I have to go. Have a nice weekend, everyone."

The girls wished him good luck, JJ giving him a last advice about trying to reduce the amount of randomly spluttered facts, then he left.

"So, shall we go?" asked Rossi.

"You know what, guys, I uh, I forgot that my neighbor who usually looks after Clooney isn't in town today, so I gotta get home. Sorry" said Morgan.

Everyone nodded, and Garcia shot him a worried look but didn't say anything.

They all exited the building, each of them looking forward to the weekend. Well, most of them.

Later that night

Derek Morgan's phone rang. He knew who it was without looking at the screen and he knew he needed the forthcoming conversation. He pressed the green button.

"Baby girl."

"Hello, my Greek God. Are you okay?"

He considered his options and chose to go the shorter way: no lies.

"No."

"Oh honey of course you're not. If I were you I wouldn't be either. And I hate to remind you, but we've talked about this before. You didn't expect him to die a virgin, did you?"

"Of course not, and I knew it'd happen eventually but it's still hard, y'know?"

"I know, dear. But it's still not late, you know that, right? It's not like he's getting married, it's just a date. I've told you a thousand times before but you should talk to him."

"I know, but I can't, Penelope. You know I'm a coward. It's never happened to me before. I mean, I've shared my bed with a couple of guys, but it was always them who initiated, and I went along with it only for the sexual release, but I've never had feeling this strong for anyone. No girl ever made me feel this way."

"I can see that, baby. That's why you should talk to him."

"But I'm terrified, Penelope. You're the only one who knows, and as long as I keep it in myself, it might be just a silly fling, but if I tell him, it becomes reality, and no matter how many times I've played that scene in my head, who knows what'd happen in reality. And I'm not the after-me-the-deluge kind of person, at least not when it comes to my personal life. Not to mention the tiny little detail that Reid likes girls."

"So do you, darling, I might remind you. And yet it doesn't mean anything. And how is a year-long crush a fling? Be honest to yourself, honey, you're dreadfully in love with our little Dr Spencer Reid."

"I wish you were wrong, Garcia. I wish you were wrong."