Special agent Dr Spencer Reid sat by his window on his day off. Coffee in his hand and thoughts miles away. His days off were rare and precious. Today he spent the morning reflecting on what had happened on their latest case. How had it gone so disastrous?

He had shot an innocent man when he thought he was brandishing gun, when I fact he was simply reaching for a letter from the real killer. What was worse, Hotch didn't even tell him off. He didn't even say a word about it. He'd killed an innocent man and he wasn't paying for his mistakes. He should be suspended, he should have his gun taken from him. but instead Hotch just told him to take a day off. He had a tear in his eye but he was determined not to let it fall.

The doorbell rang, snapping him out of his train of thought. He glanced over to is clock, 10am. Who could be calling at this time of the morning? He peeked through the peep hole in his apartment door and saw a blur of pink. Of course, Penelope Garcia, who else!?

"I know you're in there pretty boy, open up!" She called cheerfully from the other side of the door. Spencer opened the door and she joyfully bounced into the apartment, cheesecake and milkshake in hand.

"Hey Garcia"

"Morning Mister Misery-guts, what's got you so down?"

"Did you not hear what happened on the case?" They walked into the front room and Garcia put down the gifts, she plopped herself down and made herself at home.

"Of course I heard! You cant blame yourself honey it's what every other member of the team would have done."

"I killed an innocent man Garcia, of course I blame myself" he sat down opposite her, he hung his head, not looking at her.

"Look Sweetie, do you think got to where he is by not making any mistakes? Of course he didn't. And Rossi? How about Strauss? All of them made mistakes Reid but their mistakes are what made them stronger, better agents. learn from this, take it in. You stepped up, you were alone and scarred for the girl's life. What if it had ben a gun? He would have killed her and you'd have to live with the guilt of letting that happen. you did the right thing Reid, no body blames you."

Reid thought for a little while, he looked up at Garcia and saw the sincerity in her eyes. He knew she was right, the girl could have died.

"Thank you Garcia," Was all he could say.

"Any time my sweet cheeks, now who wants some cheesecake," she asked rhetorically, skipping off to the kitchen to get some bowls.

"Hey Garcia?" Reid yelled.

"Yes?" she sang back.

"You're the best."

"I know, now eat." She said arriving back with the bowls and loading them with the desert, "Cheesecake makes everything better!"

So Garcia and Reid spent the rest of their day off eating cheese cake and drinking milkshake and laughing at the cringe-worthy things on American day-time TV.