Spencer Reid, slumped casually over his chair with a copy of Hawking's theory in his hands, looked up to see Rose come sauntering into the BAU wearing a tight-fitting Gothic dress, her usual attire. Both the sauntering and the tight-fittedness would, under normal circumstances, be considered highly irregular for her, though he too displayed qualities unlike himself, with a vaguely self-satisfied smirk decorating his handsome face instead of the usual humble smile.
He had been at the BAU sense 5:30 that morning, wanting to review case files before the rest of the team, though he'd finished at around six. So, then, he sat there now rereading one of his favorites. Rose, who when first awoken at 5:15 merely smiled and pulled the blanket over her head, now arrived at 6:30 with a blueberry Tootsie Pop dangling dangerously from her pitch-black lips. She strolled right on past him, not even looking his way. He smiled.
Just then, Hotch made a show of entering the bullpen in his faux 'I'm tough" way. The assorted team around the room, which, with the addition of both genius and queer, was now fully assembled, looked expectantly toward Hotch as he positioned himself at the general front of the room and began to tell them all about a case they'd been alerted to, wanting to know if the team thought they should take it or if the respective local authorities could handle it on their own. Reid, for the first time ever, was only vaguely listening.
He was watching Rose, who still hadn't spoken to him and was now sitting on his desk, pretending to be listening to whoever was talking and whatever they were saying. The Tootsie Pop was now having the time of its life, held between Rose's long fingers and being twirled along her blue tongue. She glanced at him and tried to look away before she smiled. Both being still on high from their proceedings the night before, this was quickly turned into a game. In a display of flirtiness he rarely displayed anywhere but alone with her, he snatched the Tootsie Pop from her and popped it in his own mouth, looking away innocently. He heard her laugh slightly.
Hotch was still diligently rambling away about something else now, something he clearly was happy to say and everyone else was bored listening to. Assorted pass-times sprung up around the room, with Prentiss and JJ silently batting a small piece of paper back and fro across their desks, and Morgan and Rossi trying not to make it obvious they were laughing at something Garcia clearly just said, because she was now deeply engaged by one of the nails on her hand.
Rose arose from Reid's desk and went to the coffee machine and made it look for all the world like she were going to get some, though Reid knew for a fact she hated coffee and preferred tea. She stared back at him from across the room, a taunting smile on her face. After a few seconds, she started back his way. He got up and started in her general direction, intending to pass her by. As they did so, she snatched the Blueberry Tootsie Pop back from his mouth and put it back in her own and walked on. Her doing so so quickly caused him to accidentally bit his own lip slightly. He turned his around around to watch her as she walked away. Smiling, she ignored him, and he couldn't help but let his eyes wander slightly, which only made him smile more.
The sound of Hotch saying "Alright then" and walking away startled them all back into blurry attention.