Chapter 3
AN – hey people of Fanfiction. So updating Wednesday didn't go my way but in my defence I've been looking at more universities, kinda getting annoying now, mainly because I can't decide which ones I like. Again I just want to say thank you for all the support I'm receiving on this story. Unfortunately I won't be updating this weekend as I'm going to Alton Towers with my friends for the weekend :) And I won't be back until late Sunday evening, so the next chapter won't be until next week some time unless I die on one of the rides (I'm kinda scared of rides) haha. So yeah thank you for all of your continued support and I hope you all enjoy the next chapter.
criminalxxxmindsxxxfreak - Thank you for the review and I'm really glad you liked the chapter. I know what you mean Stacey was inspired by my best friend and I almost miss being in Comp (High School) when I write their conversations. I've literally spent all week looking over TV shows to see if I've ever seen anyone use the term gross and from what I've seen it's kind of a British thing, so sorry for the confusion. I think I did the same thing in the last chapter with marmite haha. Curses to international dialect. I hope you enjoy the next chapter.
leahloahla - Thank you for the review. I'm glad you liked the chapter, yeah I couldn't think of anything that's as love or hate as marmite. I hope you found out what it is and it made more sense, sorry about that. I really like your ideas and your kind of right in places and kind of wrong in others. But I don't want to give too much away so I won't say any more haha. I really hope you like the next chapter and thank you again for the review.
janereid - Thank you so much for the review. I'm really glad that you like it and I hope that you continue to like it. I think there seems to be a lack in Reid/Prentiss stories at the moment, so I hope this one fills a void. Yeah Scott, he seems kind of shady doesn't he? I hope you like the next chapter.
CriminalMindsLover08 – Thank you so much for the review, I really appreciate it. I'm really glad you like the story so far. I love writing the scenes with Meghan and Stacey, mainly because I find the dialogue flows really well with them. So I'm glad that you and others like that too. Yeah I hope Reid does that to, after all bottling things up never does anyone any good. Thanks for the review and I hope that you like the next chapter.
Emily waited patiently outside the deli, where she and Spencer usually met at lunch. She looked at her watch, it was half past two: she had been waiting for nearly an hour. She was about to leave when she saw his dishevelled form quickly walk towards her.
"I am so sorry I'm late." Reid apologised, giving her a quick kiss.
Emily smiled, "its okay, I was just hoping you hadn't stood me up."
"No, we have a case and I got distracted." Reid explained, taking her hand as they walked into the deli.
Emily looked at him. "Are you sure you have time to meet me?"
"Yes, I'm allowed a break Em."
Emily smiled, "I just don't want to get you into any trouble." The couple both groaned as they saw the length of the queue for food. "There was no one here half an hour ago." Emily laughed.
"It's no problem; I can spend longer with you." He blushed.
Emily laughed at his comment. "You're very cute."
Spencer leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too." Emily looked at the shuffling line in front of her, sighing inwardly; she looked at her watch, they only had forty minutes left of his lunch at least ten would be spent in the queue, another ten on the drive back to the BAU that gave her only twenty minutes with him. "So you have a case?" Emily repeated.
"Yeah, it's the shootings." Reid replied.
"They gave that to the BAU?" Emily asked, sounding surprised.
"Looks like,"
Emily knew better than to be annoyed by his short answers as they usually meant that he was thinking about something. "Does it look like it's going to be a difficult one?"
"It's involving kids," Spencer replied sharply.
"That's not what I meant," Emily said ignoring his sharp tone.
"The victimology is fairly inconsistent and I've been spending nearly two and a half hours on this geographical profile and I can't narrow it down." Spencer explained sounding exasperated.
Emily didn't know what to say, "Do you want any help?"
"… I'll figure it out." Spencer mumbled. "Hey, can I get two chicken salads please." Spencer said to the waitress.
"Sure, that's $6.31."
Spencer handed her the money in exchange for the food. Emily followed him as he made his way to a table near the window. He sat down and then handed Emily her food.
"What?" Spencer asked, noticing Emily's bemused expression.
"It never gets old, having you order for me." Emily answered,
"You rarely change your order." Spencer noted.
"Yeah, but you're like the only person on the planet who would take note of something like that." Emily smiled,
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No," Emily answered honestly.
"Besides, you tend to eat the same things as Meghan anyway." Spencer shrugged.
"Yeah?" Emily asked, wanting to know more.
"Yeah, chicken salads from here, she tends to prefer Italian food when she goes out as do you, except pizza neither of you are great fans of that. You both like Chinese food and Indian food pretty equally," Spencer listed.
"You make our diets sound very healthy." Emily sarcastically joked.
"Yours is marginally better than Meghan's." Spencer replied.
Emily laughed. "Was Meghan late to school today?"
"Yeah, Henry couldn't find his keys, how did you know?" Spencer asked.
"There was an answer phone message from her school telling me she wasn't in one of her lessons and asking if we knew where she was." Emily explained.
"Oh, did they tell you she was in school." Spencer asked.
"No, they must want me to worry about her." Emily smiled.
"She is in school, Henry text JJ, so I know she's safe."
"Did she tell you she wants to go to New York shopping with Stacey for Stacey's sixteenth?"
"I think she mentioned something to me the other day, as she was running out of the house to meet her friends." Spencer nodded.
"Is it silly that she isn't even sure if their going and I'm already worried sick about her?" Emily chuckled.
"No, we went on vacation to Disney World when she was nine and Garcia took her on this ride, I felt like I couldn't breathe the whole time she was on it." Spencer smiled. Spencer noted the sadness in Emily's smile; she often looked like that when he told her stories from when Meghan was younger. "We should all go again."
"Yeah, that would be good." Emily nodded. "But I don't think she'd want to go away with her parents."
Spencer laughed, "Meghan is one of those people who doesn't care who she is with."
"I don't tell you this nearly enough but you raised her really well."
Spencer couldn't hide the proud look on his face, "I did have a lot of help from JJ and Hotch and the others."
Emily smiled at his modesty. "You should really learn to take more credit for Meghan."
"I'm just glad you think that."
"Why wouldn't I?"
Spencer gave her a look. "The way she sometimes speaks to you."
"Believe me, I've had worse and it's not that often, only when I do something she doesn't like." Emily defended Meghan.
Spencer smiled. He ate a bit more of his salad, before changing the subject. "You didn't sleep very well last night."
"Is that a question?"
"Depends on if you're going to give me an answer," Spencer raised his eyebrows.
Emily looked at him, wanting to know if he really wanted an answer. "No, I didn't."
"What was wrong?"
"I don't know; I guess I've just been feeling really useless these past couple of weeks." Emily shrugged.
"Because you don't have a job" Spencer replied.
"All my life, I've done something to do with law enforcement, I just feel really restless at the moment."
"Even when you were in Paris?" Spencer asked.
"I helped with private investigations."
"That was your definition of lying low?"
"Yes actually, my bosses didn't know me; I just did the work and got paid for it." Emily replied.
Reid smiled. "Why don't you do something like that now?"
"I had about thirteen years of finding evidence of creeps cheating on their wives; I don't think I could handle any more of it."
"Georgetown are looking for guest lecturers." Reid suggested.
"I know nothing about teaching." Emily said,
"You could do talks on behaviour; it's what I did part time to get some extra cash." Reid said.
Emily thought for a moment, "I'll think about it."
Spencer looked down at his watch, trying to keep it subtle.
"You have to go?" Emily asked,
"Not for another five minutes." Spencer said sadly.
"Will you be back home late?"
"Maybe, it depends on what the rest of the team do."
"I know," Emily smiled; she was slowly getting an idea of how Haley Hotchner used to feel.
"Hey, do you want me to fetch Chinese food home?" Spencer asked.
Emily shook her head, "No, I'll make something later."
Emily got up to leave the table as did Reid. He grabbed her hand as she was walking past him, giving it a loving squeeze. He hated seeing Emily feeling so useless, he hoped she'd take his advice and maybe look to teach the next generation of law enforcement. The two left the deli and stood outside on the street. Reid turned around to face Emily. "I'll see you later tonight."
Emily smiled, "Yeah."
"Good." He pulled Emily into a tight hug, smelling the top of her scalp just like he always did. "I love you so much you know." He stated.
Emily smiled into his chest. "I love you too." She looked up at him leaning to give him a kiss. She closed her eyes at the contact, letting her mind go completely blank only for a second, letting herself get totally lost in all that is Spencer Reid.
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The bell rang, signalling the time to leave lessons. Meghan was thankful for it being her last lesson of the day; she hadn't been able to fully concentrate all day. She looked at her watch, she only had an hour left of the day and then she could meet Henry. The thought of her boyfriend made her smile.
Slowly, she started walking to the library to meet Scott. Meghan personally couldn't understand how people didn't like Scott, he put up a bad boy image but Meghan saw straight through it and saw the real him and the real Scott was just like every other teenager.
Soon enough she reached the library and like promised; there was Scott standing casually outside. He smiled as he saw her approach. "Hey," he greeted.
"Hi," Meghan replied.
"So sociology time," Scott said with sarcastic enthusiasm.
"Looks like." Meghan matched his tone.
Scott grinned as he and Meghan walked into the library. "So how much do you understand, what she talks about?" Scott asked.
"Umm, I can wrap my head around most of it. I think it's one of those subjects where it doesn't make sense and then someone says something and everything clicks into place." Meghan answered.
"Well I hope you're right."
Meghan took a seat at a desk, "I usually am."
"Modest much," Scott replied.
"Sarcastic much" Meghan quipped.
Scott took a seat next to her. "Show me what you got."
Meghan sat down for the next hour, talking with Scott about a mixture of Sociology and anything else. She really enjoyed his company; he was funny and made her laugh. He also appreciated sarcastic humour.
"So basically, Functionalists think everything is good and Marxists think everything is bad." Scott summed up unsurely.
"Basically, most of it is common sense, when you see something written down think what is the pro of it and that's what Functionalists think, why is it bad and that's Marxism and what say. Think how it would impact women and there you have feminists. Marxists like communism and Functionalists like Capitalism." Meghan replied smiling.
"Now that made much more sense." Scott smiled.
"I'm glad." Meghan replied.
"So, how far have you gotten with the essay she set?" Scott asked.
"Umm, I've nearly finished it." Meghan shrugged.
Scott laughed. "I've written four lines."
"Well hopefully you'll know what you're writing about now." Meghan smiled.
"Fingers crossed."
Meghan smiled at him. "So, if you need anymore help just text me or something."
"Not Facebook?"
"I deleted my Facebook and Twitter." Meghan replied.
"Wow, a girl with no social networking sites, that's refreshing." Scott replied.
Meghan shrugged, "You didn't see the videos of me on Vblog?"
Scott shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, I watched like a minute of one tops and thought it was some sick joke so I stopped watching."
"Yeah, the school managed to take down the video and my aunt did something to make as many of the links look like viruses but loads of people still saw them and they still had some fairly mean things to say, so in the end I deleted everything." Meghan answered.
"Yeah, I heard some people were pretty rough on you." Scott commented.
Meghan scoffed, "understatement on the centaury."
"It doesn't bother you?"
Meghan thought for a moment. "It does, but I think it was the majority of people thinking it was fake was what made it bad, when they actually realised it was real they backed off."
"Still…"
"I try not to think about it." Meghan cut him off.
Scott got the hint. "Anyway, going back on topic if I hit any major difficulties in this essay could I have your number so I could text you in a panic?"
"Sure." Meghan got a piece of paper out of her notebook and wrote her number on it. Scott did the same thing and handed his to Meghan. "Do you have the time by any chance?" Meghan asked.
"Yeah, it's gone four."
"Shit." Meghan exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked.
"I was supposed to meet Henry like twenty minutes ago." Meghan threw her things into her bag, Scott did the same thing.
"Henry LaMontagne?" Scott asked.
"Yeah," Meghan replied. "I'm really sorry I have to go."
"Do you want me to walk with you? So I can back you up." Scott said
Meghan looked at him gratefully, "Would you mind?"
"No." Scott assured.
The two hurried out of the library, Meghan walking a few steps ahead of Scott. Meghan hoped that Henry wouldn't be too worried about her…
"Where the hell have you been?" Henry asked as Meghan approach.
"Sorry, I stole her for an hour and I took longer to tutor than planned." Scott said falling into step with Meghan.
"Scott." Henry greeted somewhat bitterly.
"Henry," Scott greeted mirroring his tone. Scott turned to Meghan, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye," Meghan waved. Scott walked in the direction of his car. "I am so sorry, my phone died and I had no clue what the time was." Meghan explained
"I was worried sick about you." Henry replied.
"I'm sorry." Meghan apologised again.
"Why were you with Scott?" Henry asked sharply as he got inside his car.
"Have you got a problem with it?" Meghan retorted.
"Meg, Scott Andrews is trouble." Henry warned.
Meghan rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry I thought you were my boyfriend not my father."
Henry glared at her, "Why are you being so difficult all of a sudden?"
"Difficult?" Meghan challenged.
Henry rolled his eye at Meghan and drove out of the school parking lot in silence.
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They had been driving for around five minutes, Meghan gazing out of the car window and Henry focusing on driving. Meghan had thought a couple of times about starting conversation but she was mad at Henry for trying to choose her friends.
"So what were you and Scott doing?" Henry asked, keeping his attention on the road.
"I was helping him with Sociology." Meghan replied. Henry rolled his eyes again. "What is your problem?" Meghan demanded.
"My problem?" Henry replied.
"Yes your problem, I said I was sorry didn't I?"
"My problem is you." Henry nearly shouted.
Meghan looked stunned for a minute, before coiling up and bringing out battle Meghan. "Me?"
"Why do you seem insistent on looking for trouble?"
"I didn't realise being friends with someone is going to get me in trouble." Meghan retorted.
"Scott Andrews will get you in trouble." Henry replied.
"Since when did you get the right to choose my friends?"
"I'm not choosing your friends Meghan; I'm just saying I don't like Scott."
"Well big deal, I don't like half of your friends and I don't say anything."
"Meghan, I'm trying to look out for you."
"I don't need looking out for."
"Yeah, because your so big and tough." Henry said angrily.
"What like you?" Meghan mirrored his tone.
Henry pulled over outside Meghan's apartment. "I'm not happy about you being best friends with Scott. I don't trust him."
Meghan shook her head. "Then what are you happy about? You literally spend half your time criticising what I do with my life."
"That's because I care about you." Henry defended.
"Well, if you cared about me so much you would quit judging everything I do." Meghan replied.
"Well someone has to think about what you do because you evidently don't." Henry remarked.
"What?" Meghan said.
"I remember the phone call I had asking to come and get you because you were too pissed to even move, how is that thinking about what you were doing." Henry said angrily.
"That was years ago." Meghan defended.
"Yeah and you haven't improved much."
Meghan blinked tears out of her eyes. She couldn't understand why Henry was being so harsh with her. "Well if you hate what I do so much, then why are you still with me?"
"Good question." Henry muttered.
"Well you clearly don't love me much do you?"
Henry looked at her. "I thought you were more mature."
Meghan suppressed a scoff. "Yeah, well I thought you were different too."
"What are you saying, you want to break up?" Henry asked.
Meghan looked at Henry angrily. "Do you?"
"Goodbye Meghan."
Meghan looked shocked for a minute, but after seeing the seriousness in Henry's eyes; she quickly gathered composure. "See you."
Meghan stormed out of the car, not bothering to wait to see Henry off down the street.
DUN DUN DUN, so it looks like trouble in paradise, what do you guys think of that argument? What about Emily's problem? What should she do with herself? Are Meghan and Henry over for good? Please let me know what you think. Don't forget to favourite, subscribe or review. I won't post until next Thursday just because I'm doing some editing on later chapters and also it will be my birthday :) Don't forget to subscribe favourite or review and I will see you next week. Bye for now :) Rhian.