Delilah worked in Hotch's office, where she was expected to transfer a large stack of files to digital. Everyone was coming around to using digital, so Hotch wanted to be prepared for that movement. She could do this task rather quickly, but she slowed herself down. She tried to convince herself that her slowness was due to her being tired, but she knew deep down that there was another reason why she was taking her time.
In the other room, Reid was reading through diary after diary, occasionally writing things on the board. It hadn't been more than forty-five minutes before Delilah made her way into the conference room with a cup of coffee, hoping to make some small talk with Reid.
She leaned her back against the doorway, watching him flip through several pages a minute; certain that he didn't even notice that she was standing there. She was told about Reid's abilities. She smiled, taking a sip from her coffee. "How many have you gone through?"
Reid looked up, a bit startled, but he noticed her come in. He gestured to a stack of about nine or ten journals next to him on the table before going back to reading. He wanted to talk to her, but he was also focused on finishing the journals as soon as possible so he'd have enough time to sleep.
Delilah watched him some more, feeling as if her presence wasn't welcome. She turned around to leave, but Reid's voice stopped her. "What're you working on?" He asked. When she turned around, she noticed that a book lie open on the table, his arms folded on top of it, his shoulders slightly hunched—his eyes staring at her and his mouth in a line.
She took a few steps into the room and smiled. "Well, Hotch is having me convert a bunch of files to digital format." She spoke in a very warm manner.
Reid smiled, as well. "I'm glad he's finally embracing technology."
Delilah nodded, noting their boss's resentment to keeping everything on a computer. He knew it was too easy for hackers to steal information when things are digital, but he trusted that Garcia would keep the files safe. Hotch. Reid didn't know her history with that man.
Reid stood up, surprising Delilah. He flipped the journal over, to keep his page, before walking toward her. Her heart beat quickly, wondering why he was heading her way, but she quickly realized that he was just heading for the door. "I should probably get some fresh air," he said, passing Delilah, "I feel like I haven't seen the sky for days."
Delilah understood. They have been cooped up inside for most of the week, trying to find this unsub. The only time they had been outside was when they were in an SUV, being transfered to another place.
Finishing her coffee, Delilah set her mug down on the conference table and made her way to one of the doors that led to the balcony of the building-the way that she saw Reid heading.
