If there was anyone who wouldn't miss a beat whenever Reid was alone with a lady, it would be Morgan.

"Woo-hoo pretty boy! See you got pen lady talking to you back there. Hitting a bar tonight? Can I tag along"? Morgan grilled Reid as they made their way to their reserved table at the cafeteria. "Shut up Morgan. I just apologized. I got carried away while discussing."

"Don't you always get carried away with anything?" Emily Prentiss shot from across the table. "Yeah like this one time he answered a question that wasn't addressed to him. And another time - "

"Morgan. Drop it." Hotch said in an even tone, but you can tell from his eyes he was smiling.

"Well if any of these kids are the future of the BAU then bad is an understatement. Really, look around," Prentiss observed. "Oh come on Emily. You're telling us you've looked like that since college? Suit, slacks and gun?" Morgan said. "I looked the same, if not worse, when I was in college. Cut these guys some slack."

"Yeah, like than pen lady earlier. She's got potential. Right, Reid?" David Rossi said. He could tell Reid would instantly become uncomfortable at the mention of the girl he was talking to after the lecture. "She's on her way to thinking like a profiler."

Reid's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't take his mind off that one line she said.

"Sorry. I just … know."

Cent and her friends were at their usual table, discussing the big football meet this coming weekend. Her friend Angela was saying something but she tuned her out. Her mind was drifting back to the lecture with the FBI agents.

"Hel-lo? Earth to Cent!" Angela was waving her iPhone in front of Cent.

"Sorry." There goes that sorry again, Cent thinks to herself.

"Oh my my what good have I done to deserve to see such piece of heaven?" Cent glanced at Lucy and followed her line of sight. Her eyes landed on that agent who picked up her pen. "That's FBI agent Morgan", Cent said.

"You know him?", Lucy gaped at her friend. "What? It's not like we hooked up! He was at the Psych Lecture. All of them were." She gestured at the agents' table.

Reid caught her eyes.

"Oh. Uh, Cent? That creepy-looking guy? Totally checking you out." Cent held Reid's gaze for a few seconds, then dropped it. "He's not creepy. He's also an agent and FYI, he has three PhDs." She got her things and prepared to leave. "Now if you'll excuse me I have a squad to prep."

Reid's eyes followed Cent as she made her way out of the cafeteria.