(Set post season 9, although I didn't include Blake I didn't create a new agent to replace her).
"Is this seat taken?"
Although the question was in Spanish there was no mistaking that voice. Reid looked up from his book, and smiled for what felt like the first time in weeks. A familiar face would do that to you, whether you mean to or not. He put his book down on the table and silently invited her to join him. She sat opposite him and pointed to the full glass in front of him.
"Is that Tequila?" she asked, in English this time, and clearly surprised.
"It's not what I ordered, but my Spanish is abysmal. Of course it is entirely possible that they never heard of Arnold Palmer over here", he said, as both looked around the small café.
Prentiss laughed, took one of his hands in hers and gave it a squeeze.
Taking off his sunglasses, and revealing two black eyes at a late stage of healing, he asked with a small voice; "How did you find me?".
"You might be a genius but I know all the best hiding places", Prentiss answered sadly.
"I'm not hiding", he said, looking straight at her.
"Then what are you doing?", she asked softly.
Reid didn't answer immediately; he looked around again and simply said "I'm waiting".
" 'Attaboy", she said, giving him an encouraging smile. She then reached for his glass and drank his untouched Tequila straight up.