Spencer Reid

Holy mother of- our faces were really close. God his lips looked so kissable. I licked my own subconsciously as I was afraid to look away from them, I didn't want this moment to be over. Nervously, I looked up into his warm eyes and watched as his eyes trailed up to meet my own. Had he been staring at my lips too?

"Morgan I," I started, not wanting to do anything stupid. Morgan was still, after all, straight and I wasn't going to be his experiment toy. Though he cut me off abruptly, pulling away from my face.

"I uh, I think you got it," he nodded as he looked away, clearing his throat. I bit down on my lip, trying my best not to feel hurt but it wasn't really working. I didn't know what I was expecting but I expected too much.

"Yeah, thanks," I replied, looking back at the chowmein.

"Uh, give me a second, I'll be back," he said before disappearing into a hallway. I felt as my eyes stung and I internally scolded myself. How could I think that he would want to actually kiss me? God, for a genius I sure was dumb. Deciding it was best I didn't embarrass myself any further nor make Morgan any more uncomfortable and possibly doing something to put our friendship in jeopardy, I should leave. Clearing my throat, I picked up my messenger bag, writing a short note and leaving it on the island before opening the door and leaving, calling a cab on the way out.

Great, it just had to be raining. I bit my lip and decided to just forget the cab and walk home instead. It wasn't too far and a walk would be good to clear my head. I had to realize and understand that it wasn't going to work out between Morgan and me and I definitely need to move on because he does not like men nor is he interested in them in any way. He likes women and everything they have to offer which is more than I had.

I swallowed a lump in my throat as I turned the corner. Damn it, why did I have to be so sensitive over these things? It was ridiculous. I shouldn't cry but that didn't stop the tears from escaping and rolling down my cheeks. I went to wipe them away but reminded myself that it didn't even matter because the salty substance only mixed in with the large raindrops falling over me. I was soaked from head to toe but I didn't really mind it. It felt refreshing compared to the heat my body was radiating and how hot my face felt. God, I felt stupid thinking that something would happen.

I swallowed another lump as tears continued to sprout from the rims of my eyes. I hadn't noticed how far I had gotten nor how long it had been since I started walking but I was only a block away from my apartment complex. I grasped the strap of my bag tighter as I walked closer. I was about to enter when the text came in. Checking my phone, I saw the text from Garcia and sighed.

Sorry to ruin Friday night, but we got a case. See you in a bit.

Calling back the cab I had canceled earlier, I waited a few minutes in the pouring rain for it to arrive. Perhaps it'd help wash away any emotions I had left before I arrived at the BAU. I didn't want anyone noticing that I had been indeed crying like a baby, especially not Morgan. The cab arrived shortly and I instructed the driver where to go before relaxing back in my seat and attempting to comb through my hair so I wouldn't look a complete mess when I arrived.

I paid the driver and rushed in, hoping to get there before anyone else because I didn't want to make an entrance. That'd be the cherry to the top. Unfortunately, the stupid cherry plopped over my head as everyone stared at me once I entered the conference room.

"Reid, why are you so wet? Did you walk here?" Emily asked. I shook my head, stopping quickly when I noticed it only made water droplets fling around the room.

"No, I uh, I just got caught in the rain earlier," I answered, avoiding Morgan's gaze.

"My poor baby," Garcia rushed over and handed her large poncho that she happened to be wearing.

"Thanks," I nodded as I slipped it over my head. Great, now I looked like a pink and purple, flowery wet dog.

"Okay, let's begin," she scurried back towards the front of the room. "Four women were just found in the same park, covered entirely from head to toe in a sort of chemical which glossed them over. It's yet to be identified. They were dressed up, both hair and makeup were done perfectly along with the perfect manicure. Not a scratch or ligature mark was found on their bodies, at least from what they could see," Garcia introduced.

"Were they glossed over together or as individuals?" Morgan asked.

"Individually, each with a different pose," she nodded. I frowned, why different poses? Is he replicating a dollhouse?

"They look doll-like, what if he's replicating a sort of dollhouse?" I pointed out, inspecting the photos on the iPad.

"Maybe, it looks like it," Hotch nodded.

"Have the victims been identified?" Emily asked, looking up from the file.

"If you can count Jane Doe as a name," she sighed sadly.

"They don't look over thirty in which would make sense if they're supposed to represent dolls in which case they would need to be young," I said as I scrolled through the rest of the short file.

"How long ago we're they discovered?" Rossi asked.

"A few hours ago," she informed.

"Wheels up in thirty," Hotch stated as he picked up his files. Everyone began getting up and I watched as Morgan stood over, seeming to try and walk in my direction and I immediately left the room. A confrontation in front of the rest of the team really isn't something I'd like to have.

"Reid, wait," he called out. I continued walking, swallowing.

"Actually Morgan I'm soaked and I need to change. No time for that," I answered as I went over to my desk where I picked up my go bag and rushed into the bathroom to change. I shivered as I peeled off the wet clothing from my skin. I dried myself to the best of my abilities before dressing in dry clothes. Tossing the wet clothing into a plastic bag, I dropped it at my desk, leaving with JJ and Emily. On the jet ride there, we were all fully briefed once they had identified all four victims. I sat close to Hotch and Emily, avoiding any and all contact with Morgan. I didn't need this to interfere with a case.

"You were right Reid, all victims were 25," Hotch nodded. "They were all also almost exactly alike because they were also all blondes with blue eyes."

"This twisted weirdo makes me wanna throw out all my Barbies," Garcia shuddered on screen.

"You still own Barbies?" Emily laughed.

"Of course I do, Ms. Goth. You may have drawn on their faces but I liked to play with them and comb their hair," she huffed.

"Hey, I did not draw on their faces!" Emily exclaimed but everyone turned to look at her. "Okay maybe a little, they were too perky and blonde," she shrugged.

"I never owned Barbies," JJ shrugged with a smile.

"Please, you probably owned a barbie house with the rest of the family, the mansion, and the purple plastic car," Morgan laughed and Hotch even smiled.

"Shut up, Morgan," JJ rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. I suppressed a smile, looking back down. I cleared my throat louder than I had intended too, causing everyone to look at me.

"Sorry," I mumbled, blushing. It was a five-hour flight to Los Angeles and I had no idea how I was going to be able to escape him in a confined space for that long. Unless I feigned being asleep. I smiled to myself, closing my eyes and leaning back against my seat, trying my hardest to fall asleep which turned out to be easier than I thought. After all, it was time for much-needed rest.