Amy woke up to the smell of food cooking. The previous night came back into her memory rather quickly, preventing the moment of panic she usually had when waking up in a strange place. She opened her eyes and sat up. She was still on the couch, but Reid was not. Running a hand through her hair, she started walking towards the small kitchen.
"Wow, you can cook too? Is there anything you don't know how to do? Oh wait, nevermind. I saw you trying to ice skate," she said, smiling. He turned around with a small laugh.
"Good morning to you too. I figured you'd enjoy some breakfast before work," he told her.
"Aw, how cute. You're taking care of me," she said, smiling. She wound up with her arms around his neck, and his arms around her waist. They kissed once, just a light tap, then again, longer and more passionate this time. They didn't pull apart until they were both out of breath. They'd had so few opportunities to be together as a couple because they had to keep the secret from the team. Now it became painfully apparent to Amy that she and her boyfriend were alone in his apartment.
That realization would not be a bad thing if they didn't have to get to work soon. Once again, work got in the way.
"I should start getting ready," she said reluctantly.
"Yeah," he said, just as unwilling to break apart. "The bathroom's right next to the bedroom. Breakfast should be ready when you are," he said.
A little while later she emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, her still damp hair pulled back away from her face. As Reid had predicted, breakfast was ready and they sat down to eat.
"So do you want to talk about what happened last night before you came over, or should I ignore it?" Reid asked.
"It was worse than I thought it would be. We got into a fight and I walked out. I didn't mean to come over so late, but I wasn't thinking clearly and I didn't realize the time. Sorry," she said.
"Amy, don't apologize. It was nice having you stay over. You should come over more often. When you're not fleeing your house," he said, smiling. She laughed.
"I think I will. Maybe I'll come back tonight, if she still refuses to drop it. Or when she leaves you can come over my place. It's nice spending time together outside of work," she said.
"Definitely," he replied. He wondered if he should tell her that Morgan knew. She didn't know Morgan as well as he did, and she might worry about that. He decided against it. He'd tell her when she knew the team better.
"So speaking of work, do we take separate cars today? I mean it'd be easier to take one but that might make the team suspicious," she commented.
"Yeah. You know, we've got a week off coming up. Do you have any plans?" Reid asked.
"Not really. What do you plan on doing?" She replied.
"I was going to go home to Las Vegas. You should come with me. I did say I'd show you around one day," he said.
"Yeah, you did. You also promised to show me that it's not as strange as New York City. What if I bet you that you can't make me believe that?" she said with a mischevious smile.
"You're on. What are you betting?" he replied.
"You'll see," she answered.
"Come on, tell me," Reid insisted.
"We should get to work, we don't want to be late now, do we?" she laughed, standing you're up.
"You're evil," he said, with a smile of his own.
"You love it," she accused, wrapping her arms around him. After staying the night in his apartment, she found herself not as shy as she would have previously been.
"Maybe," he admitted. Then they were kissing again, all thought of work forgotten.
They pulled into the parking lot at about the same time. Neither had wanted to leave, but they knew they had to. So, acting as normal as they possibly could, they went inside and started the day. Reid had a feeling Morgan had watched them come in at the same time, but he reminded himself that it didn't matter because Morgan already knew.
"Alright everybody, conference room. There's a new case," JJ called. Shortly after the team was gathered around the table as JJ prepared to brief them. "In the past four weeks two women were murdered in Los Angeles. Both of them were taken from their homes and their bodies were found dumped on the front lawn of the next victims homes the day they went missing," she began. A picture came up on the screen.
"This is Casey Remington. Her body turned up on Joanna Alson's lawn with strange symbols carved into her body. Joanna was already gone. Her body was then found on Stephanie Simon's lawn yesterday morning, with the same symbols. Stephanie is still missing. The unsub holds them for five days before dumping them, and there are exactly two weeks between each disappearance," she explained.
"All of the women were blondes in their early twenties, all lived with a boyfriend, all held minimum wage jobs. What confuses the LAPD is the fact that this case exactly matches the MO of a serial killer from a year ago. That man, Charles Moore, was killed when police tried to arrest him at his home," JJ finished.
'So it's a copycat?" Amy said.
'A copycat with details of the crimes that were never released to the public," Morgan commented, looking through the files.
"We're going to LA, wheels up in half an hour," Hotch said, and then he left the room.
I should call Ro and let her know I won't be home, Amy thought. But then again, she wasn't sure she wanted to have a conversation with her old friend at the moment. She settled for sending her a text message, and was a little surprised when she received an answer saying nothing but "k". From what Amy remembered, the shorter the text message Rosa sent, the more unhappy she was. But she'd have to deal with that later. Right now, they had a case to solve.
A/N: Ehhh these briefing chapters never come out as good as I'd like. It'll get better, I promise. Thanks again to my reviewers. I'd like to send out a personal thanks to AnnabelleLee13194, your review on that last chapter made me laugh myself half to death. You and all of my other reviewers are awesome. Well let's get some new people in that Legion of Awesomeness, just review and you're in!