Spencer Reid

The following morning, I entered the bullpen and sat down at my desk. I looked around tentatively, waiting for someone to come and tell me that we had to go into the briefing room for another case. I waited for about 10 minutes before deciding that it was going to be a rather relaxing day. Thank God, we could all definitely use one of those days.

"Hey, Spence," JJ smiled as she sat on the edge of my desk, coffee cup in hand.

"Hey, JJ," I smiled. "Do you know if we have a case today?" I asked just to be sure.

"As far as I know, no. Let's hope it stays that way," she sighed and I agreed.

"Morning, pretties," Morgan greeted as he walked past. "Here's your sugar with coffee," he handed me a steaming cup. JJ laughed and he smirked. I attempted to suppress a smile but took it from him anyway.

"Thanks," I took a sip. How he managed to get it right every time was beyond me.

"No case?" he asked, looking around for Hotch or Garcia to come in with news.

"Nope," JJ shook her head. I took another sip before setting it down on my desk and pulling out my files, beginning to sort through them. It didn't take me too long to finish going through them all. I actually kind of liked filling and going through files unlike the rest of my coworkers.

"Alright, where are we going for lunch?" I perked up at the sound of Morgan's voice as he towered over my sitting form.

"What do you mean? It's lunchtime already?" I frowned, looking down at my watch and seeing that it was in fact one pm. "That was fast," I shrugged.

"That's because you're the only one who has fun doing those," Morgan chuckled. "Now, what're you up for?" he perked his brows.

"Not sure, whatever you want," I answered truthfully, putting away the files I had finished, organizing them into their correct spots.

"What about Chinese?"

"Mm no, I'm still angry at chopsticks, I haven't completely figured out the mechanism in which the chopsticks work," I shook my head. I was planning on figuring them out, just not today. I was pretty hungry.

"Okay, then where?" he laughed.

"You have a very nice laugh," I blurted before I could stop myself. My face felt really hot and I immediately dropped my gaze. I can't believe I just said that out loud and to his face. God he's going to think I'm a weirdo for that.

"Thanks, Pretty Boy," he shot that million-dollar smile I secretly fawned over. Damn it, Spencer, be any more obvious. My face felt hotter and I kept my gaze on the files as I sorted them at a faster pace.

"Er, you're welcome," I nodded, smiling awkwardly.

"You still haven't told me where you want to go to lunch," he pointed out.

"I don't know about you guys but I could do Indian," Emily slipped into the conversation as she sat on the corner of my desk.

"Sounds good to me," Garcia joined in. I frowned to myself. I thought it was only going to be Morgan and me but obviously not. I mean, I mind but I don't because I probably would've let slip other things if it was just the two of us.

"Reid?" Morgan looked over at me and I nodded.

"Yeah, sounds great," I answered, picking up my messenger bag and slipping it across my body.

"Let's go," Morgan tossed the keys in the air before catching them before heading to the elevator where everyone else was filing in.

"Where are the others?" I asked.

"JJ and Hotch went to go eat with their kids and Rossi probably went on a lunch date," Garcia answered, pressing down on the buttons.

We arrived at the Indian place before being seated. Morgan sat across from me which I thanked because if our hands brushed one more time like that I wouldn't be able to control my mouth and say something dumb. We ordered and all talked animatedly about the cases we've had and whatnot before heading back as our lunch hour had come to an end.

"Hey, you mind helping me with a couple of files since you've finished all of yours?" Morgan asked as we walked back into the bullpen.

"Yeah sure," I nodded, setting my bag down on my desk before following him to his office, standing patiently in the door frame for him to hand them over. I tapped my thighs as I looked around his office. It was very neat.

"You don't have to stand there, Reid," Morgan looked up from his cabinet as he was searching.

"Oh, I know," I muttered awkwardly, taking a few steps inside.

"I was hoping you could stay here and work on them with me. Still feels weird to always be working in here on my own," he said as he held the files in front of him.

"Oh, er, sure," I nodded, attempting to stop my capillaries from widening and having them closer to my skin which would cause me to blush.

"Great," Morgan grinned and handed me the files, sitting in his chair and filling out files of his own. I looked around nervously for a few seconds before sitting down in one of the chairs in front of him, setting to work.

"How have you been, Reid?" he asked and I looked up, frowning. "I know we're always together but I just haven't asked you in a while," he explained.

"The last time you asked that was September 21st at 8:02 pm," I recalled. Morgan laughed and I smiled. "But I'm okay," I answered. "What about you?"

"Pretty good," he replied. We stayed in a comfortable silence after that, the sounds of pens scratching paper and the occasional clacking of keys on the board.

"Hey, have you seen Reid? I can't- oh there he is," Hotch stood in the door frame. I looked up at him.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing, I was just concerned over your whereabouts," Hotch nodded. "What're you guys doing?"

"Filing," Morgan answered.

"Alright well shift is over in an hour and a half," he looked at us before leaving the room.

"Today is going by faster than I thought," Morgan chuckled.

"Did you know that when someone enjoys what they're doing it only feels as if time is going faster but it's still going at the same pace. But then again there's the argument over whether or not time exists because of the way it functions in the different parts of the universe," I informed him.

"Now I do," he laughed again. I smiled and looked back down at my files.