Spencer squinted up at the woman, trying to collect himself as a splitting headache tore into his skull. He tried to pull himself up but his dizziness overtook him and he rested his warm forehead on the cool ceramic of the tub. "Come on. I don't got all day to try and pull ya outa here. We got two hours till work and from the look of it you're gonna need both to clean yourself up." He noticed that her accent was much more pronounced this morning, be it from the alcohol, the hangover, or the irritation of finding her coworker in what he had assumed was her shower.
"Oh, because your camera ready at this point right?" He snapped, pressing his head harder into the tub, desperate to calm the pounding in his head. He wasnt wrong of course. Her clothes were disheveled and her normally straight and perfect hair was thrown up into tangles and knots. Her makeup was smeared and a hard frown was etched across her face. She had obviously just woken up as well.
"Well if you would just get out of my shower I could fix that. Now come on! Get up!" Spencer arched his back but immediately relaxed himself when a shooting pain traveled up from the bottom of his spine to his neck. He was getting too old to be sleeping in bathtubs. Not that he ever had before, but it wasnt something that he planned on trying again. "I just... give me a minute... ok?"
"I don't have a minute, and neither do you. Now get out of my apartment!" Reid closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself to stand when his body suddenly went stiff, all of his muscles contracting at once, a shudder racing down his spine. His eyes shot open as he was chilled to the bone. She had turned the shower on him!
He was shure that he had never moved that fast in his life, flying out of the shower, standing in the middle of the bathroom in his now soaked button up and sweater vest. He looked at Charlotte, adrenaline and shock mixing through him. "What was that for?" She rubbed her forehead, her own pain evident. "We need to get ready for work, and you were hogging the shower. Ive got some coffee going in the kitchen. Grab a cup of that if you want it and go back to your own apartment."
Reid entered his own apartment a few minutes later throwing his keys on the table with one hand and holding a crudely painted '#1 Aunty' mug in the other. He went into his room and began to undress. He looked in the mirror taking stock of his current state. He had disheveled dirty hair, dry sweat on his forehead and darker bags under his eyes than usual. As he took his shirt off he tried to identify the several stains that it displayed.
He took another glance at his face and saw a discoloration by his mouth. A bruise? what had Morgan and Garcia gotten him into last night? he gently placed a finger on his upper lip and pressed. "Well it doesn't hurt." He began to gently rub and saw that it came off on his finger. He observed the strange coloring and tried to make it out. "Lipstick?" What had happened last night? Morgan and Garcia were going to have a lot to answer for.