"Yeah, didn't your rentor move in today?" Derek asked, looking around the bullpen to see an empty room. No one was here except for the two of them, and they were leaving.
Nodding his head, Reid answered, "God, I'm really nervous because we haven't met." Derek stopped in place to give the genus a long stern look.
"Reid, bless your soul," he laughed, putting a hand on Spencer's shoulder, "That was stupid." Laughing softly in agreement, he walked out into the chilly autumn air with his coworker. Down to the scent, everything felt wrong tonight to Reid. "Do you know his name?"
Reid bit his lip for a minute, not sure if he should tell Morgan. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to divulge the information to him, "It's a girl, and her name is Coco Clark."
Morgan chuckled, shaking his head. Reid wondered to himself if Morgan knew her or something. After all, he just rented out a room in his townhouse in the city for six months, with someone he didn't know. In hindsight, this was really stupid—really, really stupid.
"Well, I wish the best for you," the man across the parking lot said. Reid was going to need it, he thought, more like he knew.
"Thanks Morgan, see you Monday?" Spencer hollered across the parking lot, a cloud of air forming at his mouth. Stars glittered in the night sky, casting light into the darkened area. Few cars still lined the parking lot, most belonging to night security. The night guards had their flashlights out, combing through the federal building, a normal day at work for them.
Morgan chuckled, nodding his head, "Yeah, as much as I miss your pretty face, I don't want to have a case this weekend," ducking into his car, Morgan turned the ignition. Reid, leaning up against the fender, decided it might be a good time to end his long day.