Prompts

1) Kissing
2) Comfort
3)Massage
4) Food
5) Bath
6)Sleep
7) Surprise

02 Food

Spencer Reid placed his key into the lock on his door, wondering just how his place had been decided on for the gathering place for dinner. He was sure it had something to do with Morgan wanting to see his apartment since he'd never actually set foot into the place but Spencer couldn't quite be sure.

Knowing that the entire team, minus Prentiss, would be right behind him as she had volunteered to stop and pick up the Chinese food for dinner he stepped into his room, stripping out of his sweater vest, leaving on his white button down, undoing the buttons on the sleeves and the top two buttons, before pulling his gun from his harness as he walked back into the living room and slipped it into one of the gun safes that sat on his end table by the lone couch that adorned his living room and not a moment too soon as a knock on his door was heard as soon as the safe clicked closed.

Attempting to open the door proved futile as Derrick Morgan just walked through the door after knocking three times; swiftly followed by JJ, Penelope, Kevin, and Rossi.

"It's not much, but, make yourselves at home."

Reid watched as five profilers swiftly picked apart his life without so much as a word, even if it broke the unspoken rule of not profiling each other.

As soon as you walked through the door of his apartment, immediately to the right stood a table, which was where he dumped his keys, wallet and whatever odds or ends happened to be in his pocket. Also on that wall was his TV, although he didn't bother with purchasing cable, they weren't home for it often enough which meant his DVD collection, which was underneath the TV stand, was pretty impressive. On the far wall from the door and the wall closest to the hallway was the lone couch, which would be more accurately described as a loveseat, a coffee table stood in front of the couch. To the left stood his dining room, which really was an extension of his living room, and then through the open door in the wall stood his kitchen.

JJ was the only one who didn't attempt to profile it as she sat down on the seat opposite Spencer on the couch.

"Henry glad to have his mom home?" he asked, relaxing slightly as his co workers pulled out four of the six chairs that were at his dining room table.

"Ecstatic. This last one was a rough one." The look in her eyes told the team she was blaming herself for feeling because the case involved children.

"You're a mother JJ. It's natural for cases involving children to get to you. We didn't know what we'd find going into this child abduction." Rossi's voice reminded them that everyone else was listening intently to their conversation, now was not the time for anything deeper than what had already been said.

"Emily should be here soon with the food," Morgan said, closing his phone from the very brief conversation he had just had with her. "Hey man, where's your restroom?"

"First door on the left." Spencer said, with a dismissive wave of his hand, in the middle of a conversation with Rossi on the principles of profiling. A feminine scream from the hallway startled them all from their conversations as Derek Morgan ducked back into the living room, narrowly dodging a tennis shoe.

Spencer's eyes went wide as a guilty look came across his face.

"Damn Reid, where you been hiding this …" Derek started to ask, whistling low as the door that led into the hallway was slammed shut, followed by a second door, which Reid could only assume was his bedroom door.

"You finish that sentence Derek Morgan and the BAU will be down an agent come tomorrow; she's sixteen years old; although that does explain where my back up glock is." Spencer said, running a hand through his hair, messing the long hair up slightly. "I forgot she was supposed to get into town yesterday, she is going to kill me, I only remembered when she texted me on the plane and then promptly forgot again."

"Why does she have a key to your apartment if she's sixteen? And don't lie and say she doesn't because you always lock up when we have a case; we just got back an hour ago."

Leave it to Rossi to point out something he would have loved to have gone under their radar.

"Because."

This was directed to the general air and not anyone in general; his teammates were not satisfied with his answer and were about to grill him on it however anyone decided it would be a good idea to answer.

"Your damn right I'm going to kill you; I waited at the airport for four hours before I managed to bum a ride here. As far as your glock is it's inside your nightstand."

All eyes in the room turned towards the young woman who now stood in the door way that lead back to the bedrooms. Her shoulder length hair lay combed out into a pony tail but still wet. The shirt, a white button down that was slightly to large for her, meaning it was Reid's, was unbuttoned only at the top two buttons, showing the cross necklace that Aubrey always wore. The black slacks gave the outfit an all together classy look and wouldn't clash with her auburn hair.

"Don't you own any of your own clothes Aubrey?" Spencer asked, rising from his seat and crossing to her, surprising everyone when she engulfed him in a hug; The grin on his face telling the others that he wasn't truly mad.

"Yours are more comfortable." The grin on her face wasn't hard to profile. Aubrey was glad to see their resident profiler and genius.

"So, Aubrey is it, how'd you meet Spencer?" JJ asked, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

Aubrey laughed as Spencer shot JJ a look that could of killed as Spencer took his seat back on the couch with Aubrey sitting at his feet at the coffee table.

"We met through a current teacher of mine at Virginia Tech. If you're under seventeen when you start they assign you what's called an academic adjuster, who is basically a baby sitter who follows you around to your classes, as well as a mentor to help you adjust. They were out of upper-classmen who wanted to be mentors so my Trigonometry professor decided Spencer would be a good match."

Aubrey's good mood seemed contagious as it spread throughout the members of the BAU that were present just as Emily Prentiss came through the door with cartons upon cartons of Chinese food, which was placed on the dining room table and left to be served by each person as they passed around plates and forks and cartons until everyone's plate was full.

"Who's this?" Emily's words reminded Spencer that she hadn't been there for the introduction, before she took a bite of her shrimp lo mein.

"Aubrey, this is Emily, one of two of our missing members, Emily Prentiss meet Aubrey Gillian" At Prentiss's raised eyebrow Reid explained further "I'm her mentor for Virginia Tech."

"That explains a lot then, are you old enough to be in college?" Emily asked, forgetting momentarily that Reid had just stated that he was her mentor, which should have explained everything.

"I'm sixteen, an IQ of 140, graduated high school at sixteen , this is only my second year at Virginia Tech." She explained with all the patience of a saint, as she took a bite of her own food before returning Emily's smile.

"You're right; It is Reid we're talking about when it comes to your mentor." Emily said laughing along with the others before continuing on with their meal and their evening.

Two hours later the last of his team members was leaving, which was just fine with Reid. Honestly he just wanted to take a hot shower and curl up in bed to never wake up again.

"Thank you Aubrey. I don't know if you noticed but it helped having you here, everyone relaxed a little bit more which was well worth it." Spencer said, as he started cleaning up the tornado that was left by his fellow team members.

"It's fine; so what has the great Spencer Reid been up to since my last visit?" Aubrey asked as the last of the containers and paper plates had been thrown out and they were seated back on his loveseat, turned to face each other a drink in their hands.

"Have you gotten my emails recently? You haven't been responding to the last few."

"Yes, finals snuck up on me so I knew you wouldn't mind waiting for me to get to it in person."

"You're a genius; finals didn't sneak up on you." Spencer said, but decided to let the topic drop if Aubrey wished.

"Yeah, my mom's being my mom is all. Doesn't see why I want to go to college; after all she got this far without going to school." The sarcasm in Aubrey's voice wasn't lost on Spencer, but only because he knew about the situation with Aubrey's mother by heart by now.

"You know, with you being in college you could probably press a judge for an emancipation; hell I work with a former prosecutor, I could probably find a connection for you." Spencer offered, resting a hand on the back of the loveseat, allowing him to stretch a little.

"I'm not that worried about it."

She dismissed the idea with a wave, unknowingly mimicking Spencer with his earlier gesture.

"The options still there if you want it in the future; I can help you sort out a place to live between semesters if need be. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to hop in the shower, I don't feel to clean right now."

Aubrey watched him leave the room with questioning eyes, but since he worked for the BAU, she had learned it was better not to ask.