Chapter 21
Morgan was shocked, violently so. That woman was Reid's girl. Impossible! Her hair. Her figure. Her legs. She was … well, gorgeous.
Spencer and Alison only had eyes for each other. When it was obvious that Reid was not going to introduce them, they let themselves out with the usual, "Uh, we were just on our way out. Yeah, thanks, Reid, see you… whenever." The team awkwardly fumbled out of the apartment and shut the door.
"Oh, my God!" whispered Emily.
"I know!" giggled J.J.
"I can't believe Reid is tapping that!" said Morgan.
"Morgan!" the ladies exclaimed.
J.J. was the first to put her ear to the door and the others followed.
"I can't hear anything," whispered Penelope.
"They're not saying anything," responded Emily.
J.J. shushed them when the couple inside the apartment started talking. The voices were muffled but every word was audible through the wooden door.
"Alison, why are you here? Is there anything else you need from me? Because I think I'm all used up already."
"Spencer, please, don't look at me like that. I had to see you."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It's like I can't function knowing that you're mad at me. Spencer, I don't think I can live another day without you. Please, I'll do anything to make it right between us."
"Make it right? Alison, do you think that's even possible? Because I know that it isn't."
"We can try."
"Why would I want to?"
Outside the door, Morgan whispered, "What the hell did she do to him?"
They all jumped when Hotch startled them from behind with, "What are you guys doing?"
"Hotch, shhhh!" whispered Emily.
"Reid is in there!" explained Penelope.
"Of course, he's in there. It's his apartment," replied Hotch, without whispering.
"No, no, you don't understand," said J.J.
"He's with a woman," said Penelope.
"Like, a real woman, Hotch. A gorgeous real life woman," added Morgan.
Suddenly, the door opened. Spencer held out the pizza box and said, "We saved these for you, Hotch." Then he looked at the team and said pointedly, "Goodnight, everyone!"
At first they didn't notice his disheveled hair or swollen lips. The team just stared at the tattoo beneath his unbuttoned shirt. And before they could ask any questions, Reid slammed his door shut.