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X x . Chapter 5 . x X

.: For The Hell Of It :.

The four women appeared at the BAU a few minutes after their night out had been cut hopelessly short. JJ cut the engine and leaned back in her seat for a moment, relishing in the final moments of peace before they joined the rest of their team for the newest case.

"Get ready for hell," Prentiss muttered to Enn as they both exited the back of the car, JJ and Garcia the front. She couldn't get the small feeling of uncertainty out of her mind. She couldn't keep the small flutter of fear from making her want to turn right around and leave the way she'd come. "Hey, you coming or what?" Prentiss called where she, Garcia and JJ stood, already heading towards the building.

"Yeah. Coming." Enn said, catching up with the women as they took the final few steps up to the BAU together. She's been here before, but somehow entering the building sent shivers down her spine. Like she just didn't belong.

"Grab your go bag and let's get going. We've got a plane to catch in 10." JJ said seriously, heading to her office. Garcia smiled half-heartedly and gave a small wave, heading to her own lair to get started on her own background checks and such involving the case. Enn watched her go, almost sad to have had the night cut short, now.

She headed to her empty desk and reached under the chair, plucking the black bag from the ground. She watched as Prentiss grabbed her own bag and together they met with JJ and headed to the plane.

JJ made it a point for Enn to get onto the plane last. Almost immediately, Prentiss and JJ took seats, leaving only one small couch at the end vacant. JJ made it a point to stretch out completely on her tiny couch, making it seem pregnancy was her reason for relaxing. She'd already had a long and hard conversation with Hotch, who'd finally, with much persuasion, given in to her requests. Let the romance, or more, to-be romance, flourish and push it along in any way possible. On one simple condition: Nothing can interfere or distract from their cases. JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia were already giddy with excitement and the prospect of finally getting Reid a date. Everything was planned out, and the two agents hadn't even met yet.

Taking note of the strange behavior her two fellow female co-workers were exhibiting, Enn sat down at the leather couch, pulling "To Kill A Mockingbird" from her bag. She'd read this book maybe a few dozen times a year, it was her favorite. She settled down on the couch comfortably, prepared for a long ride. Hotch had said they'd brief when they were getting closer to land since the flight was a good few hours to Alaska.

Garcia scurried aboard the plane at that moment, sitting beside Prentiss, who made room for the colorful women and her equipment. Enn watched, eyes scanning them from about the pages of her book. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt that they had out-casted her so quickly. She returned to her book, deciding it best not to pay much attention unless she was asked something. She didn't notice Dr. Reid stepping into the plane, or how the entire team took up every single seat available the moment he scanned the room for a place to sit. There was one seat left, and it was beside Enn on the couch.

Reid approached the young women slowly, she was reading a book and deep into it. "Excuse me, miss. C- Can I sit here?" he said, not entirely sure about it after it had left his mouth.

Enn had been so caught up in the contents of her book she jumped up from the couch when the man began speaking, dropping her book in the process and a number of its pages sputtering from the binding to land scattered on the floor. Embarrassed, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, averting her gaze from the young agent she did not yet know. "Of course, excuse me. I didn't realize this was your seat, I can find somewhere else-"

Reid cut her off, feeling bad for the women. "Hey, we don't assign seating, agent. There's room for both of us," he said gently, trying his best not to stutter again. The woman nodded at him, kneeling to pick up the pages of her book with a sigh. Reid knelt beside her, compiling the papers into a pile. At one point they both reached for a single page and his hand brushed agents hers, and they both looked away.

After the papers had been gathered, the two took their seats on the couch, Enn making it quite the point to sit as far away from Reid as possible. She didn't want to disturb anyone, but to Reid, he felt like she just didn't like him. "I'm Dr. Reid. . . Uh, Spencer," he said with a smile, offering his hand.

Enn smiled meekly, shaking his hand. "Elizabeth Enningberg, call me Enn. It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Reid," she said, shuffling through the pages in her hands and trying to re-order them.

Spencer watched her for a moment, reading the title of the book and smiling to himself. "To Kill A Mockingbird" was one of his favorites. "I- I can fix it for you. It is sort of my fault you dropped your book," he said shyly, pushing a bit of hair from his eyes.

Enn glanced up at the man, getting a better look at the agent. He was young, maybe only a few years older than she was, and he was certainly attractive. She stared at the old book in her lap before replying. "You don't need to do that, Dr. Reid."

"But I want to." he protested right away, reaching a hand forward to grasp the old book. Enn watched with a slight shock as the item was taken from her.

"You really don't. I-, I guess it's time for a new copy, anyway," she said, though she knew very well she could never bring herself to buy a new copy. This book was all that remained of. . . him.

Reid ignored the statement, oblivious to the hurt that flashed in the new agent's eyes. He slipped the book into his bag and leaned back on the couch, stealing glances at the women every now and again. She seemed strange, shy, and above all, he just wasn't fond of her.

"So, how long are you around for, anyway?" he asked rudely. Reid, no matter how awkward, did not enjoy this silence. He noted that the rest of the team were doing their best to stay busy, Hotch filling out papers, Morgan and Rossi talking about the case, and the girls murmuring to each other at the other end of the plane.

Enn glanced at him, slightly surprised. "Uh, I- I'm the new agent," she explained quickly and glanced away nervously. She thought he'd know since she'd been hired weeks ago.

Reid nodded, taking in this information. She was young, even younger than him, and to be with the BAU was a major achievement. He would know. Enn settled herself, leaving a good amount of space between them on the couch. Everyone remained mostly quiet on the plane as they waited out the long flight. Reid didn't try to make conversation, it wasn't worth it.

Everyone filed out of the plane and into the black SUV's that awaited. JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia made it a point to shuffle into the first car together, leaving no chance for anyone to get between them. And so, Hotch took up driving the first SUV with Rossi on the passenger side, leaving the final car for Morgan and the younger two agents. Before Reid could offer a seat to someone from the other car, Hotch was already driving away.

Stunned, Reid got into the driver's seat, and Enn followed in the passenger's side. "What are you doing?" he snapped. Morgan should naturally have the passenger's side, he was actually wanted on the team.

"Hey, relax man. Let the pretty girl have the seat." Morgan said, very shocked at his co-worker's outburst.

"Oh no, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Enn said quickly, hopping into the back before anyone could protest.

As they buckled up and Reid stuck the keys into the ignition, Enn glanced at the young man. "Should I be worried?"

Reid didn't respond immediately, putting the car into gear and pulling away after the others. She glanced back at Morgan. He only gave her a not-so-reassuring smile.

"What's the matter with you, man?" Morgan whispered to Reid as they drove.

"Nothing," Reid muttered, clenching his jaw. Something was off about the new agent, and he was going to find out.

Enn leaned back in her own seat, only a bit shaken by the outburst of Reid. She sighed, sure she was in for quite a ride.

"I know it's for the good of our little plan, but should we really trust G Man behind the wheel with our newest recruit and Morgan?" Garcia asked as they pulled up to the only motel in the small Alaskan town.

"Reid's not, well, he's not that bad. Is he?" Prentiss asked, glancing at the others in the car. Everyone looked away, and Prentiss worried now.

Finally, the second SUV pulled into the lot and made a jerky parking job beside the other one. Morgan and Enn stumbled out, stunned, and practically falling to the ground at the other agent's feet.

"Okay team. We never, ever let Reid drive. Clear?" Morgan boomed, shaking his head as everyone stepped into the motel for instruction.

After a few hours of work, travel to the crime scenes, and talk with locals, everyone was back at the motel for a few hours of sleep. Garcia was still typing away on her laptop when the women that owned the place came and told them they had four rooms available to them. A few which, as it seemed, meant they would be pairing up.

"Okay, but I'm not sleeping with Reid," Morgan said. Reid looked at him with a 'what's-that-suppose-to-mean' look.

"Dibs," Garcia said plainly, poking Derek to stake her claim.

"Hotch and I are fine then. Enjoy room assignments, ladies." Rossi said as the two agents made their way upstairs to get as much sleep as possible.

Reid shrugged at the other agent, clearly offended. "What about me?" he cried.

"Well, JJ and I are already roomed together, we got a room earlier. So, that leaves you two, sorry." Prentiss said, her and JJ trying to hide their grins. The girls shuffled up the stairs without another word, whispering to themselves, Derek and Garcia quickly following.

Great.

"Uh, well this is only slightly awkward," Reid said, glaring at the women.

Enn rolled her eyes, glancing away. "Yeah, it would be fine unless a certain someone decided to make it awkward by mentioning that it would be awkward." she snapped quickly, putting her head in her hands.

Reid suddenly felt sort of bad, standing and extending a hand to her. "Come on, we're co-workers now," he said through clenched teeth. "I take it back, restart. Let's go get some sleep, it'll be a long day tomorrow," he said carefully.

Enn looked up at the man, and with a sigh let him pull her up from the couch. Together they made their way upstairs and found the only empty room. They took turns showering, Reid being the gentleman he was, how funny, she thought, let Enn go first.

As she was fixing the bed, Reid came out of the bathroom, his hair a soaking mop on top of his head. Enn hid the smile behind her hand at the sight.

"What?" Reid asked, touching his hair and realizing it was a mess.

"Sorry, no. It's just, nothing Dr. Reid," she said, returning to her bag and pulling out a brush.

Reid dried his hair, which didn't help its messiness, and watched Enn brush her hair. "Look Enn, I'm sorry about earlier," he said, though it was hard.

"What? Oh, it's okay," she said, not turning to face him. Reid felt horrible now. She'd done nothing to him, and here he was, judging her just because he could.

"I really am sorry," he said, sincerity evident in his voice. Enn stopped, still not looking at him, but a small smile appearing on her face.

"I know."

"I think, because we're not on the job right now, you can call me Spencer," he said casually, trying as hard as he could to redeem himself.

"Fine, Spencer," she said throwing the brush into her bag and finally turning towards him, again trying not to laugh.

"What?" he said, smiling himself. He lived alone, and most cases didn't involve them sharing rooms. They normally got a room to themselves in the many hotels they stayed at on cases. So he was oblivious to the hair issue

"It's, your, oh hold on," she said, plopping onto the bed beside him and gently moving his hair to its side of the part, letting it lie flat on his head again. She leaned back, nodding. "There." Elizabeth smiled.

Spencer smiled too. "Uh, thanks Liz," he said. Maybe she wasn't so bad.

Elizabeth stopped, turning away from the young doctor. "Uh, we should probably try to get some sleep," she said.

"Yeah, right. I'll sleep on the floor." Spencer offered, getting up and dropping one of the pillows down on the floor.

"Hey, no. You don't need to do that, Spence. I'll take the floor. You're right, after all, I am new." Elizabeth said, knowing it would be fine, she was new, the lowest and if anyone should be on the floor it was her.

"What kind of guy would I be if I let a pretty girl sleep on the floor when there's a perfectly good bed right there?" he said with a smirk before realizing just what he said and looking away nervously. He bounced back fast, and he sort of hoped she had forgiven him.

"Uh. If you insist, I guess," she said, leaning back in the bed. Liz pulled one of the blankets from the bed and placed it over Spencer who'd taken up the floor beside the bed. He smiled up at her, and she was finally able to see the sparkle in his dark eyes. They'd made some sort of breakthrough, and maybe he'd be accepting of her.

"'Night, Spencer," she said, leaning over the side of the bed to look at him once more.

"'Night," he said back, reaching up to turn off the lamp, plunging them into darkness.