Spencer Reid

"Sit," she stated with her arms across her chest as both Morgan and I stood in front of her in her bat cave.

"Mama, there aren't any chairs," Morgan pointed out, gesturing with his finger in which hand was holding his coffee.

"Still, sit," she continued. Morgan and I both shared look before I shrugged and sat criss-cross on the ground. "I will pummel you with my delicately moisturized hands," she threatened him. He rolled his eyes and sat down next to me.

"Don't play the video, that'll just be weird," he said as we watched Garcia aim to type something into her computer.

"Technically it's considered pornography so-"

"Pretty Boy, I don't think that'll help," he chuckled as Garcia smirked.

"It's true! I didn't make the rules," I huffed.

"Do you really want Garcia to label that as porn?" he perked a brow and I frowned.

"No," I shook my head.

"You guys are so adorable," Garcia cooed. "I just wanted to let you know," she pointed at Morgan, "that I love you my chocolate thunder but if you break my baby boy's heart I will break you mister!" she warned. "And you, to not let him corrupt you," she pointed at me with a smile.

"Hey!" Morgan protested. "Why am I the only one in trouble here?"

"Because you're you-" Morgan gaped in offense, "-and Spencer is a sweet precious," she smiled at me. I grinned at Morgan's face. "Anyway my loves, I, unfortunately, will not be uploading that to PornHub because you're FBI agents and Hotch would cuff me. It also won't go on Youtube because it'll be too hot for monetization," she stated sadly.

"What about consent?" Morgan questioned as if it were obvious.

"Oh whatever," she waved him off.

"What are you guys talking about and why are you two on the ground?" Rossi frowned standing in the doorway.

"What's too hot for monetization?" Emily joined in. I froze and zeroed my eyesight on the ground. Oh God, we were definitely going to get in trouble.

"I, er, found some interesting videos on the internet," Garcia said. "I had to consult before figuring out what to do."

"Oh, I wanna see," JJ popped her head up from behind Emily. Morgan glared at Garcia and I was glad that look wasn't directed at me.

"Uh sure," she swiveled around and tapped quickly on her keyboard. I looked over at Morgan nervously, trying not to panic.

"What's this button do?" Morgan stood up and pressed the delete button.

"Morgan you erased it!" Garcia exclaimed.

"Oops, my bad," he shrugged.

"Where is everyone?" we heard Hotch's voice and everyone immediately moved out and headed back into the bullpen.

"I better not see it on Youtube, crazy lady," he pointed at her.

"Only in my private videos," she smirked. He chuckled before helping me off the ground. "Oh and don't worry. I won't say anything, I know the rules about the whole dating in between coworkers," she waved her hand.

"We're not dating," I said, shaking my head and she frowned.

"So you just like kissing each other?" she furrowed her brows.

"We're working on it, don't worry your pretty little head about it," he patted her head. "We're going on a date Friday night," he told her.

"We are?" I asked. Did I miss something?

"Yup," he popped the 'p'. "See you later, baby girl," he steered us both out of the lair.

"When did we decided that?" I asked.

"Like three seconds ago. Is your memory not working?" he frowned, tapping the side of my head. I swatted his hand away.

"It works I just wasn't aware that was an agreement," I informed him.

"Oh well, it was," he shrugged with a smile, shooting a wink before disappearing off into his office leaving me standing at my desk. How did he always manage to leave me speechless?

Days flew by quickly and Friday arrived without a case surfacing which was strange considering we never had this much time in between cases.

"I know, Reid," Emily stated with narrowed eyes.

"Know what?" I frowned, feeling the panic rise in the back of my throat.

"Come on little genius, you know what I'm talking about," she smirked, cocking her head to the side. I gulped, licking my lips nervously.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Emily," I shook my head.

"I know about you and Morgan," she folded her arms over her chest. It took everything to keep my expression emotionless.

"What do you mean? We're just friends," I assured her.

"If you say so, Reid," she laughed before leaving. I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt, feeling flustered. I really hope she was thinking about something else. She couldn't have known, she hadn't seen anything and it's not like Morgan and I show it off when we're on the field. Unless Garcia spilled the beans.

I stood up abruptly and stomped into Garcia's bat cave, closing the door behind me.

"Did you show Emily the video?" I questioned. Garcia turned around with a look of confusion on her face.

"No, I told you and sugar plum I wasn't going to show anyone," she said.

"Then why did Emily come up to me and say 'I know, Reid'," I crossed my arms.

"Well other than the fact that she's a profiler, she is a woman. Even without the video, I had my suspicions. Besides, we both know how big of a flirt our chocolate thunder is," she shrugged.

"I just don't want either of us to get moved away," I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

"You won't, don't even worry. Just tell Morgan to stop undressing you with his eyes," she smirked. My eyes bulged and I gasped.

"What?" I spluttered, "He doesn't do that."

"Oh yes he does, my love," Garcia grinned. I blinked multiple times, walking out of her cave absentmindedly going back to my desk to put together two and two because I was quite slow today.

Morgan undresses me with his eyes? That's not even physically possible. Is that something someone does?

"-Reid, what's wrong?" I snapped out of my thought bubble and my eyes focused on the man standing in front of me.

"What?" I blinked.

"You zoned out, kid," he chuckled. "What were you thinking about?"

"Can you really undress me with your eyes?" I blurted, perking a brow in curiosity.

"What?" Morgan choked on the coffee he was sipping.

"Garcia said that you undress me with your eyes but I don't think that's really possible. I mean, of course, you could imagine someone being naked but it'd take a lot to be able to make sense of other's anatomy without having seen them nude before. You could possibly envision an idea of what the body looks like but everybody is completely different-"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down there," Morgan set his coffee down and waved his hands in front of me to stop. "Do you really want to have this conversation here? In the middle of the bullpen with everyone around?" he perked his thick brows.

"Well, I guess not but I didn't think it's possible for someone to actually undress someone with their because you would have to know what they have under their clothes so if you haven't seen them without them before, you're not technically undressing them, you're only imagining-"

"Reid, we're still having this conversation in the middle of the bullpen with everyone around," he laughed whole-heartedly and I blushed.

"Sorry, it's just-" Morgan placed his arms on either of my shoulders, cutting me once again.

"Okay, okay, we'll talk about this later. Right now you need to finish those files and we can talk about it over dinner?" he raised a brow again. Was he- is he doing what I think he's doing?

"Are you-" I started.

"Asking you out on a date?" he said in a quieter voice, I nodded. "Yes, I am. I recall telling Garcia we would have a Friday night date."

"Oh," I gulped. "Then okay," I nodded.

"Alright, see you later, Pretty Boy," he chuckled before giving my shoulders a squeeze and leaving to his office. I swallowed and looked around frantically, hoping no one had been paying attention. It didn't seem like it and there weren't too many people around. I licked my lips and zoned back into filing.