"This is making me crazy
These black clouds following me
So I look for signs of light, but rarely I see them
I return to my shelter and I crawl in a bottle
I'm losing my will for this, so over-emotional
Black clouds, they rain down, but they can't kill the sun"
-Black Clouds by Papa Roach
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"Honey, his phone is still in Texas" Garcia explained as she watched the blinking red dot on her screen.
"What about my phone? He took it..."
Garcia typed again and sighed.
"It's still at home... Bella, you must have had a dream"
Bella was quiet, but Garcia could hear her sniffle.
"I'm sure I heard someone walk in here"
Garcia nodded.
"Okay, I'll see if the surveillance cameras outside has a good shot at the appartment, but that's all I can do, sweetie"
Bella sighed.
"Okay..."
Garcia typed freneticly and looked through the last half-hour of footage, filming at least the entrance to their house.
"Honey... The only one there is the mail man"
"But I heard someone walk in here... I saw someone at the window" Bella said firmly. Garcia sighed.
"Well, maybe there's a package too big to fit the post box and you just didn't hear him knocking before he got in" There was a moment of silence.
"Well... There are some letters here... flyers.... you're right, there is a package here"
Garcia nodded.
"Right. Don't worry, honey, they're just memories. Look under the couch, I'm sure the phone slid under there. I have to go"
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"So... Have you and Bella moved past the dating stage yet?" Morgan asked, as they had lunch in the room a few feet outside the bulpen. Reid shrugged.
"I'm not sure what is going on to be exact..."
"But you're drooling after her like a bulldog spotting a juicy beef"
Reid frowned.
"I wouldn't put it like that"
Morgan chuckled.
"Come on, man. You love that girl"
Reid smiled a little and felt his face heat up.
"Yeah... I think I do" he said, pouring ketchup over his french fries.
"So show her"
Reid let ot a sigh and shrugged.
"I don't know how. I don't want her to think I'm clingy or anything..."
Morgan chuckled and took a sip of his Dr Pepper.
"Reid, my man... If Bella's anything like her cousin, you need to take her to a café, buy her a vanilla latte and a cupcake, give her a flower and tell her straight out"
Reid raised an eyebrow.
"You took Garcia on a date?"
Morgan smirked.
"No... but she told me that's what she wanted her prince charming to do, whenever he showed up. I told Kevin, and apparently it worked"
Reid bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows as he considered it.
"I'll think of something" Reid mumbled, nodding, mostly to himself.
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Bella spent the next few hours on the couch, drinking rum and coke, while she watched Sponge Bob. The show was so much better in her slightly drunken state. She had found her phone under a pillow that had fallen on the floor, and figured the only way to keep herself from going totally nuts was to get drunk.
The housephone rang, and she groaned, getting annoyed by the constant phonecalls that were haunting her.
She stumbled into the kitchen and answered it.
"Pewelope Garcia's unpaid private secratary" she answered and giggled at her own greeting.
"Uhm... Bella?"
"Spenceeey, how're you doin this afternoon?"
There were a few seconds of silence.
"Blla, a-are you drunk?"
She giggled again and nodded firmly.
"Yes, sir"
He sighed.
"I'm coming over, alright"
Bella nodded again.
"Yay"
She hung up the phone and staggered out to the hall to look herself in the mirror. She groaned at the sight.
"Not cool" she told herself and hurried at her best ability to grab her makeup.
Fifteen minutes later, she had managed to find a red strapless dress with matching heels, and put some mascara and eyeliner on without too much trouble.
The doorbell rang and she went to open it. What greeted her came as a big surprise.
