Reid placed his hand shyly on her lower back as he led her into the plane. You're just helping her in, he told himself.

Garcia was right; she was nice. They had exchanged small talk until Morgan informed them they had to leave for N.C. They had mostly talked physics, and psychology, but she had finally smiled when he began his explanation of a super-massive black hole, and a bit of her awkwardness seemed to disappear. Morgan hadn't had a chance to exchange sarcastic looks without her knowing, but Reid knew he would. As soon as Morgan and he were alone, Morgan would make Wilkins and Reid's relationship into more than it was.

Wilkins had gotten more comfortable since she and Reid had met. She had thought she'd never get used to being around him, and she still wasn't, entirely. But at least she wasn't stuttering anymore. Reid was a nice guy, and she felt as though they were the only two people on earth with their kind of intellects.

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Not much had been said to Wilkins since they took off. She didn't want to seem like a child clinging to her mother's skirt-tail, but there was still that tension between her and the rest of the team, so she decided to stick with Reid.

The N.C. authorities had released a sketch of the UnSub, based on the bits and pieces of info they had on the creep. He was a white male between twenty five and thirty. The hotels he had been checking into suggested that he was wealthy, and therefore may have been driving a luxury car. Other than that, there wasn't much to go on.

Wilkins hadn't expected to be doing this so soon. Before they had left, Hotch had handed her a gun holster and a pistol, which she now had awkwardly strapped around the waist of her tank dress. She wasn't unnerved because of the gun; it was the fact that she might have to use it. Sure, she was an experienced gunman, but she'd never shot a person. What if she shot wrong and accidently killed whoever she shot at?

Prentiss looked up from her coffee at Wilkins. She was sitting in the window seat next to Reid, who was frowning intently into a book. She was looking out the window with an expression of worry, or nervousness on her face. Prentiss hadn't really spoken to her yet, and now was her chance.

"So, you ever been out to profile?"

Wilkins glanced at Prentiss, trying to decipher if she was talking to her or not. "Not really. I've always stayed behind – helped from afar."

Prentiss took a sip of her coffee and smiled. "I didn't think so."

"W-why's that?"

"Oh, I'm not saying that to be offensive, it's just – you look nervous."

"Oh. Do I? I guess I am, a little. New surroundings and a new position is a little too much for one day."

Prentiss glanced at Reid. He was still reading, his concentrating frown getting deeper because of the chatter.

"Prentiss, is it?"

Prentiss looked back a Wilkins who was pulling a sucker from her bag. "Yeah," she said. "Emily Prentiss."

Wilkins held the sucker out to Prentiss, silently asking if she wanted one. Prentiss shook her head 'no'. "How long have you been with the BAU?" asked Wilkins, unwrapping the sucker and pushing it to the side of her mouth.

Rossi walked up and answered, with a smile, "Not long enough."

Reid shut his book, sighing, and raising his eyebrows as if he were trying to get that frown off of his face.

"Rossi?" he said. "I give up."

"Give up on what?" Wilkins asked, shifting her sucker to the other side of her mouth, and twisting in her seat to face Reid.

"On this guy's pattern. He doesn't seem to have a motive either; he's either just thrill killing with benefits, or vice versa."

"I won't say I told you so," replied Rossi. He pointed at Wilkins suckers. "You mind?"

"Oh, sure." She handed one to him.

"But I did tell you so."

Reid chuckled.

"Well, he is getting a lot of attention," Morgan put in, as he and Hotch came over from a different seat.

J.J. looked up from her own seat across the isle. "Yeah, so he may be doing this for the attention."

Wilkins' eyes brightened as the friendly atmosphere seemed to comfort her. Gathering her courage to speak to them all, rather than just Reid, or Prentiss she said: "'Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, 'til, by broad spreading, it disperses to naught.'"
Everyone looked at her with fascination. Rossi laughed. "Who said that?" he asked.

Reid stared at Wilkins in awe. "Shakespeare," he answered.

Wilkins smiled in sheer delight.

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Soooooooooo. Holly is initiated into the gang! :D I promise I'll stop this in-plane/out-plane madness. I may even cut the whole 'in N.C.' business out. But you gotta do what you gotta do. Anywho, we're getting to the goodness. But before the epic failing we must kindle the flame. Can't write a romance with two kids that don't even like each other! So hang in there! Anything you wanna see up in here? Let me know!

Btw, I typed this up mucho rápida, so if there's any typos, LET, ME, KNOW!