Reid smiled as he watched Christine walk down the street towards him. It had been three weeks, two days, and five hours since he had last seen her. They had spoken often on the phone, and had also texted, e-mailed, and (with the help of Garcia) Skyped. But, he had to admit, none of that was the same as seeing her walking towards him in fitted black trousers that emphasized her long legs, and her trademark three inch heels.
When Christine was close enough, Reid hesitated before leaning into her and shyly kissing her. She enthusiastically returned his kiss and, taking hold of his hand, followed him as he led the way into the coffee shop.
"I want to thank you for the recordings," Reid told her as they stood in line. "They have really helped."
"I'm glad. I know how hard it is for you to fall asleep, and I thought listening to my voice might help," Christine replied. "What do you think of the selection?"
"Waldon is always good," Reid began his assessment. "Also, Plato is an excellent choice. However, what I enjoy the most is the dramatic reading of The Cat In The Hat that you included at the end of your repertoire."
Christine laughed. "I just couldn't resist that one," she confessed. "I wanted to end with something on a lighter note."
By now, the two of them had reached the head of the line. "The usual," Reid told the barista. He turned to Christine.
"Make that two," Christine added and then thought for a minute. "Maybe you had better make mine a decaf," she changed her order.
As they sat at a small table waiting for their coffees, Reid noticed that several of the men in the coffee shop were looking at them. More specifically, he realized, they were looking at Christine. He smiled as he moved closer to her and put his arm protectively around her.
"What are you smiling about?" she asked.
"Just remembering the last time we were together," he told her shyly.
"Oh – Yes!" she replied, giving him her own secret smile.
"How are things going at the lab?" he changed the topic. "What time do you need to be there this morning?"
"Things are going great!" Christine enthused. "We are right on schedule for a change. That means I have some time to spend with you this morning. I was planning on going into the BAU for a couple of minutes. I want to talk to JJ about something."
"Reid!" the barista called his name. After Reid had claimed their coffees, they began walking towards the FBI building, arms entwined around each other's waist.