UnSub's POV
This wasn't part of my plan. But I couldn't resist. What was I supposed to do when he invited me in, say no? Of course not. It's not like it'll will change anything. My plan is solid.
Spencer shows me the way to his living room, and waits for me to sit down on the couch before sitting down next to me. I look around the room, trying to decide what to talk about. After a moments deliberation, I make up my mind.
"So...What do you do for a living?" I ask innocently. I already know the answer, but I'm curious to hear what he has to say.
"I-I work at the FBI." he answers sheepishly. I fake surprise, and flash him a smile.
"That's interesting. I was a journalist until several weeks ago. I hated the job anyway, so I'm trying to find a better one." I tell him casually. He looks at me thoughtfully, but he stays silent. I'm starting to wonder why he asked me to come in. I mean, it's really weird actually; that's not how shy people usually acts.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" I blurt out before thinking, but I don't give him time to answer. "I've just realised the time. I have to go" I tell him.
"Oh...Okay, bye." he replies, and I can sense his disappointment.
He hops up from the couch and shows me to the door. He opens it for me, and smiles softly. His smile is nice. I nod and turn around. When I hear the door close behind me, I run all the way back to my car, and practically jump into it. I hope Spencer didn't notice I couldn't see his clock from where I was sitting, if there was even a clock.
I don't know why I said what I said, but I know whatever that was that happened in there, wasn't part of the plan. I take a deep breath and focus. From now on I'm going to stick to the plan 100%. I start the engine, and drive the scenic route back to my house, clearing my mind of any worries.
Hotch's POV
I'm sitting in a café with Jack, he's colouring, and he looks like he's having a good time. I on the other hand, am still thinking about the girl that hit me earlier. Not because she hurt me, but because that's not something normal people should do. Seeing so much evil in my field of work, I'd think little things like that wouldn't bother me. But the little things actually bother me equally, because with so much wrong and bad in the world, people need to try and do right and be good...There's nothing right or good about strangers, hitting strangers who are minding there own business, for no apparent reason. Or for any reason really.
I'd never seen the girl before, and I didn't get much time to take details. I remember she had black hair and was wearing light denim wash jeans. I keep picturing her in my mind; so hopefully, I'll recognise her if I ever see her again.
My train of thought is interrupted by a waitress placing plates down on the table. I forget the girl for moment, and think about what to talk about with my handsome boy. He picks at his muffin, whilst I sip my coffee, and we chat about school, friends, and football...It's refreshing hearing the world from a child's point of view. So innocent.
Reid's POV
I feel silly for how I behaved earlier. What was I thinking letting a stranger into my home, a stranger who more likely than not stalked me at some point or another, because she knows where I live. I wasn't thinking, that was it...I wasn't thinking. I'm always thinking though. Why can't I think around her.
Having her in my home felt dirty and wrong, but it also felt kind of right; almost like she belonged here, but she shouldn't or couldn't be here. It was weird, and even I can't explain why. After she left I got a terrible headache, and decided to read a book. Afterwards I tried to get some sleep, but I couldn't get her off my mind.
It's still early in the evening, and now I want to know more about her; I need to know more about her. But I want to do it without actually being around her. Maybe I should ask Garcia to do some digging...Hmm, I think I'll definitely do that.