"Doctor Reid. Doctor Reid! wake up!" Spencer woke to find a young brunette violently shaking him. When he opened his eyes, she stopped shaking him but now began to tug at his shirt sleeve. "What do you want?" He snarled, unhappy to be woken from his peaceful dream. "This is our stop!" She said, attempting to pull him up out of his seat. She was stronger than she looked, pulling him to his feet in two strong tugs of his wrist. Seeing the doors open, Spencer swiftly picked up his bag and followed Charlotte out of the crowded train car.

Charlotte dropped her bag at her desk and immediately made for the coffee machine. when she arrived, she was greeted by the smell of freshly brewing coffee. standing next to the machine and in between her and a much needed caffeine jolt, was agent Rossi. "Doctor Connors." He said, a warm smile on his face. "Good morning agent Rossi."

She stood straighter and walked with more confidence, trying to hide her excruciating headache and lack of balance. She made it to the counter and rested a hand on the cool counter to prop herself up. She forced a smile on her face as she looked on to her superior. He gave a small smirk and stifled a laugh. "Is something funny sir?" She asked. Se smiled and said, you know, on my first day, they wanted to take me to a night club. We were on a case at the time, but the day before we got back, I talked them into going to a cigar bar instead. "oh. that sounds kinda nice." She said, letting the memory of the scent of fresh tobacco spin in her mind. "Do you smoke?" Rossi asked. "No, but my dad did. He smoked a pipe all day long." He watched the nostalgia grow on her face and smiled. "Sounds like my kind of guy." He said.

Reid came over to the coffee pot now, still donning his sunglasses and poured himself a coffee. He stood next to Charlotte and began to drink with barely a hello. Rossi looked between the two agents and laughed. "Bonnie and Clyde got you too huh Reid?" He slowly nodded, not daring to remove the mug from his lips. Rossi gave him a firm pat on the back and walked away chuckling to himself.

Charlotte raised her own mug to her lips and took a small sip. she grimaced and turned her face away. "What?" Reid said, her extreme reaction pulling him back into his speech. "It's not very good coffee." She replied, beginning to add sugar and creamer to the brew. Reid frowned. "Whats wrong with this coffee?" He said. "It's just really bitter." she retorted, picking up on the bite behind his question. She could see his eyes roll behind his sunglasses. "Well it is!" She snapped at him.

"We work for the FBI. We have a lot of long nights doing paperwork and writing reports. And when we go on cases we barely sleep at all. It doesn't matter how the coffee tastes what matters is how good it is at keeping you awake. But don't worry. If you want better tasting coffee, I'll be sure to run down to the store and pick some up for you" He said in a sarcastic and bitter tone.

She glared at him now, angered by his snarky comment. "For your information, you can have the best of both worlds. Coffee that can kick your ass to the ground, believe it or not, can actually taste like something better than stale coffee grounds and sewage!" Reid rolled his eyes and shook his head. "The Bureau doesn't have the money to buy fancy coffee for your delicate palette." She glared at him and took a large swig of her coffee, challenging him to respond. "I know how to make a cheaper, better tasting coffee that can still keep you up for days." He scoffed and took a sip of his own drink. "With your vast knowledge of coffee and coffee brewing techniques?" She took a large step closer to him, causing her to be right in his face. "Yes."