Chapter 6: Reid POV
The black SUV rattled down the street towards the Jacobs household, and inside of it I was slowly losing my mind. Not for any good reason, though.
I hated sitting in the backseat. I preferred to drive, be in control, or at least sit in the front passenger seat and have the illusion of it. But because Hotch was driving and out of respect to Rossi being the more senior agent, I was in the back.
At least the drive wasn't that bad. The Jacobs family lived in a nice neighborhood, so the streets were paved and weren't full of potholes like the rest of the city was. And I had to admit it, the sunset was pretty. The orange and red hues set over the desert made it look like the sun was melting into the earth, which was a neat too long, however, we arrived at the house.
"I'll knock on the door and introduce us," said Hotch, before exiting the SUV. Rossi and I nodded at each other before following Hotch down the pavement path towards the front door.
He knocked.
"Ma'am, my name is Agent Hotchner, these are my partners Agent Rossi and Dr. Reid with the FBI. Is your son home?" Hotch said, with a tone of authority he had practiced over the years.
"I'm sorry, but he's at a friends house. Have a good day, sir." she said, before slamming the door in our faces.
I blinked in surprise. That usually didn't happen.
"Well, she's within her rights" said Rossi, breaking the silence.
"She is." Hotch replied, before heading back to the car. Once we got there, he continued, "We could always go check into the hotel. We got this call late, and I know none of us has slept in 24 hours."
"I didn't even realize that," I said with a half laugh. With the sheer amount of coffee I drank on a daily basis, it was hard to realize when I had been up for more than what was normal.
"It's settled then," said Rossi, looking back at me. "We'll go check in at the hotel, and sleep. We can talk to the Jacobs boy when he goes to school tomorrow. I'll call Emily and Morgan and tell them the plan."
All I could do was nod.
We arrived at the hotel around 7pm, when it was fully dark.
"You sure you don't want to join us for some poker, Spence?" asked JJ.
"No, I'm just going to crash in my room," I replied. JJ was…. Complicated. I used to have a crush on her, but that had faded after she brought Garcia on what was supposed to be a date.
"Well, here's your key Reid. You'll be sharing a room with Morgan," Hotch said, before steering me towards the elevator. I just awkwardly smiled at them before heading up to the room. It was on the 6th floor, and had a nice view of the desert.
Once I got up, I was happy to see my go bag on a bed. I quickly grabbed it and changed into some pyjamas- an FBI shirt I got from the academy along with some Cal-Tech sweatpants- and I was about to get settled onto the bed when there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I called out while walking to the door.
"It's Prentiss," she said, and after hearing that I immediately opened it. She was here. In my hotel room. Or on the doorstep, anyway.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she laughed, and in response I opened the door a little wider before gesturing for her to enter.
"What's up?" I asked once she sat on my bed.
"I just wanted to talk," she said, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"About what?" I asked, sitting next to her. But I knew. Our relationship had been changing over the last few weeks, becoming more intimate. I looked at her, and she looked at me.
"Did you know that some people think that when a woman tucks her hair behind her ears, it can mean that she's expressing openness and flirting? There aren't any concrete studies on this but it's a common belief-" I said, getting nervous.
She kissed me.
Emily Prentiss kissed me.
"Do you need a concrete study to understand that, Dr. Reid?" she asked flirtatiously, resting her forehead against mine.
"No, but data collection is always good," I responded, connecting our lips again. We kissed frantically, like this was something that was meant to happen, and eventually she took off my shirt, and I braced myself for her reaction.
"Reid, what is that?" she asked, hands moving over the scar that almost bisected my torso.
I sat up, letting her have a clearer view, before answering. "When I was in the Academy, I got shot. WE were doing a rural training exercise and he attacked me before I had put on my vest. He was kicked out of training, and I was brought to the hospital. The bullet got stuck and they had to cut me open to find it," I confessed. No one knew about that story except for the people who trained with me, none of which worked in the BAU.
She gasped, before hugging me, "I'm sorry that happened to you, Spencer," she said.
"It's okay, Emily. Not your fault, and the guy hasn't bothered me since," I assured her.
"Before we do anything else, though, would you like to be my girlfriend? I know it's against the fraternization policy but I've always been pretty good at keeping secrets-" I said, rambling.
"I would love to, Spencer. But we should probably get ourselves together if we don't want to be suspicious, since we are in the same hotel room right now," she retorted, before standing up and going to fix her makeup in the mirror. I blushed at the insinuation of her words before nodding and replying.
"You're right. But I'm glad you came over," I said, and she looked at me.
"I'm glad I did too." she responded, before taking my shirt and walking out of the room.
I smiled at the door and fell asleep thinking of what could come next.