"I know you're angry," I followed Dr. Reid around the bullpen with coffees. "I didn't know she was coming over either, or I would have told you. But you liked her, right?"

"Morgan," he turned on his heel, his arms overflowing with work that wasn't his responsibility to do, "I'm not mad about your mom. She's a lovely woman, as impromptu as she may be."

"Okay?" I shifted on my feet. Garcia's eyes were burning dots into my forehead, I could feel them.

"I'm angry that you lied, believe it or not," he raised his eyebrows, his glasses slowly inching down the crest of his nose. I looked down to my feet as if I was being scolded by a professor. "Even if it was something as petty as whether or not a dog would like me, it's still a red flag. Compulsive liars start out with small lies like that, you know this."

"I'm not a compulsive liar, Reid. I just really wanted you and Clooney to get along." I took some of the files from his arms, trading him with a coffee. He smiled thinly, but gratefully.

"And what if we hadn't, love." Reid murmured the last word under his breath, feeling that it was important in the sentence, but was terrified of others hearing. "I wouldn't be shattered or anything, but you understand how it could be somewhat devastating for your dog to supposedly love every other human on this earth except for me?"

I silently nodded, looking over the face I hadn't seen in the light for a long, long time without anger, sadness, or just blankness boiling in those eyes. They were beautiful when they weren't under stress.

"I was lucky, I ran the numbers and used science to worm my way into Clooney's heart. Because if I hadn't, there'd be tension. Much more tension." Reid gave me a look that made Garcia's angry eyes look like a simple match. "I can train him to resent you, Morgan. Please don't make me do that because it's terribly hard to reverse."

Then he walked away. I knew he was kidding. He only did irreversible things to people he had no personal responsibility with. Like me, a few months ago. But now I was his, so he wouldn't do that. I thought.

"Batcave," Garcia said stiffly, "Now."

I hung my head and slowly wandered over toward the venomous blonde that lurked, waiting for me. Prentiss nudged Reid and he turned, smirking at me. I hated how attractive he looked. Damn those pants. Way tighter than any of his other pants. But of course, he knew that. He turned his back to me and continued to talk to Prentiss about her performance on the field.

"Before you open your lovely, hot pink mouth, please let me answer the question you're about to ask," I said, slumping into the chair near her desk, "I may have lied to Spencer about Clooney's love of people, but we're all good now. I mean, kind of. He's still a little mad, but he's wearing the pants he knows drive me crazy, and he only does that when he wants to forgive me and he just wants to see me squirm for a little bit, but when we go home it'll all be happiness, hugs, and Battlestar Galactica."

Garcia took a deep breath through her nose and shook her head, "I'm glad that you just finished up half of this conversation, but this next talking point is going to take up some leg room."

I squinted at her, "What do you mean?"

"Our darling crème puff has come to me with some concerns about you and me," she said slowly, gauging my reaction.

I sighed, "Penelope, don't-"

"I know that you're thinking that this isn't fair, that he shouldn't have a say in this, he doesn't understand us, etc."

"Well, yeah..." My legs swiveled me around in the chair. "How did you know?"

"Because those are the exact words Boy Wonder mentioned to me this morning," she gave me a sympathetic look, "Believe me when I say, there is nothing worse than hearing him say those words. He doesn't think we're doing anything, my dear. I mean, why would you, when you have that beautiful sapling in your midst."

"Then what's the problem?"

"The problem is, my love, that you didn't tell him where you went that night you got mad at him." Garcia shook her head, "So you're two for two on major lies to your—our baby. I was willing to lie to him for his sake, because I know he's in a forgiving stage right now for something small."

"Why does it matter if I went to your house, Garcia? I mean, we didn't do anything. I was there for all of five minutes-"

"Directly after your boy profiled the bananas out of you and told you that if he were missing, possibly dead, you would come to me to cry about it. And, in a way, you kind of proved how right he was," she took her cookie jar and set it front of me. "If Clooney didn't crush him, this will. And when he gets mad, you can't come to me. You're going to have to face an angry Spencer, something you haven't experienced before. Dr. Reid, the one in there with the tight pants and mischievous plans? He's being nice, professional. Spencer is just a Lil' Ball of Emotion, and if you throw him down, he'll bounce right back."

I scrubbed my hands over my face, "Okay. Okay, fine. When do I tell him, how do I tell him?"

"When he asks, tell him the truth."

"What if he doesn't ask?"

"He will," she said without even thinking. "If he asked about Ms. Reid and he found out about Clooney, believe me. He will ask."