A/N- Hello! Sorry it's been a little while, I'm working on another project and trying to get through the next chapter of Lost in London (which apparently just doesn't want to be written) so that slid this to the sidelines for a bit. Luckily I still have pre-written chapters! Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed and alerted the last chapter, I truly appreciate it. I do try to reply to all my reviews. P.S Thank you to Falc who helped me out with some grammatical and spelling errors. Cheers, man! P.P.S Also thanks to Stef for helping me Americanise the chapter.

2) Shooting Up Coffee & Dating Discussion

The morning flew by in a most unhelpful fashion, meaning that I didn't get my report finished in time. I decided that drastic measures were required and sacrificed my half hour for lunch to the cause. Finally, it was done, and with ten minutes of golden freedom left. I saved, printed, and practically threw it in my drawer, before almost sprinting to the kitchen.

Reid and JJ were holed up in there, clutching mugs of coffee like they were life support. They nodded in greeting, so after I put the coffee pot on and yanked my pasta salad from the fridge, I joined them.

"So, how were both your weekends?" Waiting for them to answer, I began shovelling down food in what I'm sure was a most pleasing and attractive sight. I had eight minutes of break left, and no time whatsoever to be ladylike.

"Took Henry to the park, attempted to feed the ducks."

"Attempted? How hard is it?"

"Pretty hard when he decides to eat all the bread." I snickered; JJ was always regaling us with tales of her mischievous (yet utterly adorable) son.

"Sounds good! How was yours Reid? Do anything particularly wild and crazy?"

"Actually, I uh, I had a date."

I looked at JJ, who was in turn staring at me. Unanimously, we swivelled to gawp at Reid.

"Sit." We ordered the blushing genius. He sat, and looked at the floor.

"Spill."

This was most curious; I hadn't heard Reid mention a girl since the Austin debacle. I mean, those two really had something going for a while, but distance is a bitch. I think they still send the odd email, but nothing major. Looking up, I realised that while I'd been lost in my own thoughts, Reid had scarped.

JJ shook her head. "I've got to go grab some stuff from my office before this seminar thing. But don't worry," she slipped me a wink "we'll get it out of him later."

I chortled and waved, left with my lunch for company. Yum. Five minutes and a few delicious mouthfuls later, and Morgan stuck his head round the door.

"Prentiss, we're all heading downstairs now. Coming?"

I groaned, looking at my unfinished container. "Can I at least bring a snack?"

Morgan shrugged. "Guess so. Hide it in your bag, and let's roll."

"Do you reckon I can bring coffee?"

Morgan laughed. "The only reason most people will be staying awake in this thing is due to practically shooting up coffee during it, even the people doing the damn talk. I think you'll be okay to bring it. Now we've really got to go, we're going to be late."

"Lead on, Macduff."

As we headed down to the hall, where they usually addressed Academy recruits, Rossi passed us. His face was grave, and he- it was odd, almost as though he couldn't see or hear us.

"What's his problem?"

"No idea. Garcia's saving us seats at the back if we hurry though." I hurried. Given that I had no intention of paying the slightest bit of attention to this whole shebang, I really didn't want to sit at the front.

The hall was jammed with various unhappy agents, with the exception of the select few who were sitting at the front, poised to take notes. Resisting the urge to throw something at them, I followed Morgan, who was headed to where Garcia's blonde, blue and bubblegum pigtails beckoned us. Sliding in beside her, she pointed out Reid and JJ, who were one row in front and several seats to the right, then Hotch and Rossi (who was still looking very strange), seated three rows almost directly in front of us.

"Hey, did Reid tell either of you how his date went?"

Garcia gaped. "Date? Who? Where? When?" I guess that answered my question in that case. I peered at Derek.

"Morgan, what do you know?" He looked at me all innocent, before giving me a lazy Cheshire grin.

"Nope. You won't get me to reveal my man's secrets." I sighed, and Garcia pouted. Before we had the chance to press him for more information, the lights dimmed, and a woman in a brown suit took the platform. She droned on in a spectacular monotone for a little while, and explained that we would be watching a short presentation.

I've already seen it, and it was boring enough the first time! I inwardly screamed. What was it Hotch said? Do as you see fit. Quietly.

I could be quiet. Very quiet. Slowly (and quietly) I took out my phone. I (quietly) began to type a text.

[PRENTISS] Hey Reid. Care to share yet?

[REID] Not really, but I get the feeling that that's not the right answer?

[PRENTISS] Very good! Spill. Please. Come on, it can't have been worse than my date from hell last night.

[REID] You had a date last night? Anyway, it wasn't a disaster. It went quite... well, actually. So, tell me about this nightmare guy.

I grinned, glad that Reid had had a good time. Considering our somewhat rocky start, we're actually pretty good friends now. We hang out a little in our spare time, we have fun. Come to think of it, outside of work, I mostly hang out with the team. I think I can count the number of non work-related close friends I have on one hand. Huh. My entire life really is wrapped up in the job.

Anyway, back to the point. I decided to let JJ in on what I'd found out, I knew that she was itching to know.

[PRENTISS] Reid's date went well apparently, thought you might want to know ;) Any idea what's up with Rossi? He seems kind of... distant? Or am I imagining it?

Then a reply to Reid.

[PRENTISS] It was awful. In almost every way. He ordered for me (who DOES that?), and I ended up with a completely horrible meal. It was work the next day, so couldn't drink much. He had about six personality disorders I reckon. Didn't shut up about himself all night. Didn't believe me when I said I was an FBI agent (because women can't kick ass apparently). I escaped out the back door.

[REID] At least it wasn't the bathroom window this time. Sorry it went badly, guess Garcia's manual isn't doing its job. Do you know what's wrong with Rossi?

[PRENTISS] No, but I intend to find out. Will keep you posted.