Reid's Mind

Chapter 3-Mama Garcia Knows Best

Reid tapped lightly on the door and the techie's office.

"Enter the lair of the imperial genius Penelope Garcia, mere mortal."

"Hey, Garcia."

"Baby Boy, what brings you here. Isn't it wheels up in ten?"

"Yeah, but I'm staying."

"Why, you're not sick are you. You profilers work yourselves too hard." Garcia replied worriedly, jumping up and placing a hand to Reid's forehead.

"No, I'm just … slipping."

"Reid, you're scaring me."

"Garcia, I think I'm losing it."

"No you're not baby."

"I feel like it."

"Why, what's happened?"

"I had another mind-wander in the conference room."

"Reid, are you working yourself too hard? Getting enough sleep?"

"No and yes, plenty off."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Garcia, I'm sure."

"Ok, if you need some sleep then Hotch just got me a couch."

"I'm fine, thank you. Plus we have a case to work."

"Ok, just take some time out if you need to ok."

"I will."

"Good boy."

Reid chuckled, before yawning softly.

Garcia cast sideways glance at the young agent and sighed softly.

Reid worried what had made Garcia sigh in such a way but thought against pressing the matter. He figured that she was probably tired.

In a couple of hours the team would be in New Orleans and he would still be here like a silly child.