"Come in," Reid smiles, stepping out of the way and motioning me inside. I scoot in awkwardly, wearing a sheepish smile. "It's good to see you." He tells me.
"Agreed. I'm glad you're okay." I hug him for a moment, resting my head on his shoulder. We met two damn days ago! I can't be totally all over him after two days.
I let him go, step back, and tap his bruised cheekbone lightly. He shifts away, but only a bit. I drop my hand. "It still hurts?"
"Well, it usually takes three to four days for any minor bruise to lose its pain, and judging on how badly smashed it is, it'll take longer than that." He pauses briefly. "And the meds I was given only help with repairing my wounds, not numbing them."
"I see," I tilt my head a bit, curious as to how he knows so much. "A bit of a knowledge pit, I'm assuming?" I put on a small grin.
Reid shifts awkwardly for a moment before peaking again. "I know more than I should, really. The team always said I'm annoying when I talk so much." He shrugs, showing that he does agree with them by nodding.
"Well, I don't think I'll mind it."
He laughs, shaking his head cutely. "Alright, whatever you say. Shall we get cooking?"
"We shall," I agree, giggling a bit as he walks down the hallway after shutting the door behind me. I follow to a rather modern kitchen, with black granite counter tops with greyish cabinets and a small island.
He props himself up onto the counter and looks at me with an arched brow. "So," He begins, "I can't cook."
I roll my eyes at him and say, "Ah, f-ck you. I'll make something then, and you can help me work these things," I say, tapping the oven with my foot.
"Okay. I can get us some wine." He offers.
"Wine sounds good. You're allowed to drink after all...that?" I ask, quite concerned.
"No. But I'm still gonna." Reid answers nonchalantly. I chuckle at him as I scan his cupboards, finding everything from mac and cheese to stir fry sh-t.
I glance over at him and ask, "So, stir fry sound good?" He turns, holding a bottle of grape wine in his hand and the cork in another. He nods, walks to a cabinet nearby, and lifts out two wine glasses. He sets them down and pours the dark wine in.
The minute the stir fry is all done, we sit at the island and begin chattering again.
"What do you do for your...job?" I ask it more out of general curiosity than anything else.
"I'm kinda the intelligence of our small team. I graduated high school when I was twelve. Sounds crazy, right? I've got a lot of PhDs, too. I joined the BAU at twenty-two. Physical sh-t, I can't handle well, but anything with brains I can take." He seems not to care about any of what he just said, but it's fascinating how eyes can show differences - I can see that he is proud of himself, but not to the point where it's selfish. And I personally think it's pretty cute. "What about you?"
"I work as a large animal veterinarian's assistant. You know, taking calls, getting medicines and shots ready, that stuff." I shrug, rather bored by my failure of a life.
"I think that's pretty cool," Reid says with a grin. "I've always wanted to work with animals."
"Really?"
He just nods with twinkling eyes.
"Lucy, do you live in your apartment alone?" Reid asks.
"Yeah. No animals, no people. My parents live way off in Europe on a study." I tell him with a shrug.
"Oh. I...well, I don't think you should be alone. Not after that psychotic b-tch came after you." He says sternly.
"Didn't your friends get him?"
"Yeah, but he got away once, he can always get out again. Plus, who knows who else is running out there, after you and me. I'm sure that guy has a whole cult sorted out." He coughs for a second.
Pulling us out of the darkening thoughts, I say, "You okay?" Concern bleeds through my voice, and he knows what I'm talking about. His coughs worry me every time.
He nods, expressing no worry or stress at all. "It just...hurts. Seven stabs in me, and they all ache. But that's really it."
I want to believe him, but I still fear for the worst. I purse my lips and look down at the food for a moment before speaking.
"Do you live alone?"
"Yeah. Just me here."
"I don't think you should be alone."
Dun dun duuunnnnnn
Sorry, it's short again and really does nothing to move the story forward.
Six will come soon, hopefully!
