Spencer Reid

"Where are we going?" I asked as we entered the briefing room.

"Arizona," Hotch answered, everyone staring at the two of us as we walked in.

"What's going on?" Morgan asked as we sat down around the table.

"Abduction of a 12-year-old girl and we're already 10 hours in," Garcia added as she stood at the front with the remote in her hands.

"We'll brief on the jet, wheels up in 10," Hotch grabbed the files and marched out the door, everyone following behind.

"Nice bruise, Reid," Emily smirked, pulling my scarf up higher. My eyes widened and I tied it tighter around my neck. Morgan looked at me with a frown and I gave him the 'tell you later look'. He nodded and we all got into the elevator.

"Prentiss knows, doesn't she?" he asked as he drove to the victim's home.

"Well she came up to me the other day said 'I know about you and Morgan' and smirked at me. Doesn't take a profiler to figure that out," I informed him.

"How could she know? I get we're profilers, figuring out secrets is what we do but there is no way she could've known about us," Morgan frowned as he stopped at a red light.

"It could do with what Garcia told me two months and four days ago," I shrugged.

"What is that?"

"That you undress me with your eyes," I blushed at the thought. "But you don't do that, do you? I know I asked you about it that but then you said we'd talk about it later and then we didn't because you forgot and I got distracted."

"Well can you blame me?" he chuckled as he made the turn into the neighborhood.

"Shut up," I blushed.

"Well one thing is for sure," he said. "I don't think anyone else knows otherwise I doubt Hotch would've stayed quiet for this long. JJ would've bombarded you with questions, and Rossi would've thrown a party," we both laughed at the last one.

"Let's hope it stays that way. I don't want to be transferred or have you transfer either," I looked down at my fingers.

"Hey, don't worry about that," his fingers tucked underneath my chin as he stopped in front of the home. "Everything's gonna be okay, baby," he gave me a reassuring smile that made my stomach fill with butterflies even though that was physically impossible.

"Okay," I nodded. He caressed my cheek softly.

"That's my boy," he praised. "Now let's go talk to those parents."

The door opened revealing a worn-out looking mother, her eyes bloodshot, her hair messy and a tissue crumpled in her fist tightly.

"Mrs. Lee, Agent Derek Morgan, and Dr. Spencer Reid," we pulled out our badges. "We're with the FBI. We understand you've already been questioned by the police but we'd like to ask you a few more to further the investigation and cover things the police may have missed," Morgan spoke smoothly.

"Oh, alright. Come in," she opened the door wider and let us in. She led us to the living room. "Please sit," she offered as she sat next to her husband who immediately began to stroke her shoulder.

"When was the last time you saw Kelly exactly?" I began.

"She was playing in the yard. I was outside working on my car. I watched her the whole time but-" Mr. Lee's voice cracked as he gulped, maintaining eye contact. "But I went inside for 5 minutes. Five minutes because I wanted to go get some water. Five measly minutes and our daughter was taken," his voice broke as he finished his sentence, blinking repeatedly. I looked over at Morgan who shared the same look.

We continued our questioning before thanking them and heading back to the car.

"You notice how guilty he sounded?" I asked him as he began the drive to the police station.

"Well of course he feels guilty. He as taking care of her until he had left her side for five minutes. Naturally, he blames himself," Morgan pointed out.

"No, I know, but-" I pursed my lips as I kept thinking about his expressions, his word choice, and the sound of his voice during the questionnaire.

"What is it?"

"He sounded guilty, but guilty for a different reason," I explained to him my theory and why I thought it applied and made sense.

"And that Pretty Boy, is why we keep you around," he teased, patting my head.

"I'm not a violent person, but I feel like smacking you for that one," I informed him. Derek laughed loudly.

"I think we've been spending too much time together, Reid," I frowned, suddenly the playfulness disappearing.

"You really think we've been spending too much time together?" I asked quietly. "Because if you do we can stop hanging out that often. I know I must get annoying because I never shut up and I can't control my mouth whenever I start spilling out facts and begin to ramble and-"

"Sweetheart, I didn't mean it like that," he reached over and placed his hand on my thigh, giving me a reassuring squeeze. "I just meant that I'm rubbing off on you," he explained. I inwardly sighed in relief.

"So you like spending time with me?"

"I love spending time with you and if I could I'd do it way more often," he smiled at me.

"Me too," I reached to trace the veins on his hand. He turned his hand and instead of holding my thigh, he interlaced our fingers. I blushed at the small gesture and pressed my fingertips to his knuckles. He kept his eyes on the road as he lifted our hands and brought them closer to him, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. I grinned and bit my lip, looking down.

"You can't bite your lip like that when we're working a case, Reid," he stated. I furrowed my brows.

"Why not?"

"Because it wouldn't be right to pull over just so I could kiss the shit out of you," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Derek!" I exclaimed, shaking my head. He chuckled and gave my hand a squeeze. We rode quietly after that, our hands over the console.

"You guys get anything new?" Hotch asked as we walked into the conference room where the team had set up.

"I think the father is guilty but not because he left his daughter alone outside for a few minutes. I think he had something to do with her disappearance."

"Clarence? Having to do with his daughter's kidnapping? No, you're wrong. he wouldn't do something like that," the officer shook his head. "You don't know what you're talking about. Clarence would never do such thing."

"He knows exactly what he's talking about," Morgan snapped, folding his arms over his chest and staring down the officer. I kept my expression neutral as everyone turned to look at the two of us expectantly.

"Hear him out, officer. I assure you both Agents Reid and Morgan are experienced profilers and know what to look for when asking questions. If Dr. Reid believes this he has a reason to do so," Hotch stepped in when the officer looked ready to hit Morgan.

tehe Morgan's losing his cool

stay sweet x