Rossi walked into the library to find everyone whistling in sync. As soon as he was spotted, Emily changed the tune to Beethoven's Fifth. "All right, ladies, you've got a half hour for lunch."

Derek looked around. "But, in here?"

"Yes, here."

He glanced up at him. "With all due respect, sir, I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable environment for us to eat lunch."

"Good thing I don't care what you think, Derek." Emily raised her hand. "What, Prentiss?"

"Will milk be made available to us?"

"We're very thirsty, sir," Derek added.

"And I get easily dehydrated," JJ finished.

Derek smirked. "I've seen it before and it's not pretty."

Emily put up a hand. "Don't worry, I'll volunteer."

Rossi pointed a finger at him. "Definitely not. I wasn't born yesterday." He motioned toward Derek. "You."

Derek sighed, motioning toward JJ to go with him.

"And you," he finished, pointing to Garcia. She didn't instantly respond and he snapped his fingers. "Come on, wake up, you. On your feet."

She sighed, picking up her bag and putting it over shoulder. She's pretty sure it spoke volumes that the principal of her school could name everyone else in this room for their accomplishments or lack thereof, but he didn't even know her name.

"There's a soda machine in the teacher's lounge. Let's go."

Derek walked down the hall, Garcia trailing behind him. He hit his hands together, trying to come up with a topic to interest her, considering he hadn't heard a single word out of her all morning. He turned around to face her before turning his gaze back forward.

"What's your poison?" When that didn't warrant a response, he put it plainly. "What do you want to drink?" That gave him silence too and he rolled his eyes. "Forget I asked."

"Vodka."

He raised an eyebrow, turning around to face her. "Vodka? When do you have time to drink vodka?"

She shrugged. "Whenever," she said, passing him.

"A lot?"

She smirked. "Tons."

"Is that why you're here today? Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" she immediately snapped.

He exhaled, leaning against the wall. "Well, I'm here today because, um, because my coach doesn't want me to blow my full ride scholarship. I get special treatment because, apparently, the coach sees me as a winner. I'm not a winner because I choose to be, I am because I have speed, strength, and agility. That's about how involved I am with what's happening."

"Yeah? How does your dad feel about all that?"

He shrugged. "Don't know, he's not here anymore." He nodded his head up. "He's been gone since I was ten, so I guess I do all of this to make up for that and in some way, make him proud."

"That's really great, but why don't you tell me what landed you in here?"

He scoffed. "Just forget it."

Just when she thought she was making progress with him, he shook his head and walked off.

Meanwhile in the library, Emily was sitting on one of the tables with encyclopedias, while JJ was leaning against a statue and Spencer was sitting on one of the railings, showing off his mismatched socks.

"So, Jennifer, you ever seen a picture of a guy with elephantitis of the nuts?"

She shook her head. "No, thanks," she mumbled before shifting her focus to her nails.

"But would you ever consider dating a guy like that?"

She made a face. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"He could have a great personality, enjoy dancing, and have his own car…"

"You know what I wish I was doing?" she said, hoping to change the subject.

Emily put up a finger. "You might want to watch what you say here. Spencer over here is definitely a cherry."

"A cherry?" Spencer asked.

"I wish I was on a plane to France…"

"I'm not a cherry."

"When's the last time you got laid?"

He paused. "I've laid a lot of times."

She sat up. "Name one for me."

"…They live in Canada. We met at Niagara Falls."

"Yeah, but have you ever laid anyone around here?"

Growing more and more uncomfortable with the conversation, Spencer put a finger to his lips, knowing this wasn't a conversation JJ wanted to hear.

"Oh, so you and Jenny over here did it?" she asked, pointing between them.

"What are you talking about?" JJ asked, tuning back into the conversation.

Spencer quickly shook his head. "Absolutely nothing. Just drop it, we can talk later."

"Well, Spencer over here? He's trying to tell me that aside from the Canadian ass he's been getting that you two have done the deed."

JJ gave him a disgusted look. "Pig."

"No, I'm not!" he quickly defended himself. "Emily said I was a cherry and I said I wasn't, that's it."

"Then why were you motioning to Jennifer?"

"I don't appreciate this, Spencer. I get it enough from other guys, I don't need it from you too."

Spencer could hear the hurt in her voice while Emily kept trying to argue with him about it. Sighing, he admitted defeat. "Yes, yes I pointed to you," he started, trying to explain it to her, "but it wasn't implying anything, sexual or otherwise. All I did was try to tutor you in a class one time and that was all. I just, I didn't think it needed to be public knowledge in this library that I'm still a virgin." Emily gave him a look. "What, excuse me for being a virgin. With my social standings, I think it's plenty understandable."

JJ studied him for a minute before it finally dawned on her where she'd seen Spencer before. When she was doing poorly in European History, Mr. Gideon insisted on her seeing a tutor. She'd gone to one session, gotten sick of it, and had one of her football player friends take care of the tutor. Little did she know that it had been Spencer, and she immediately felt like a huge ass. "Why didn't you want me to know you're a virgin?"

"Because that's my personal, private business, and it doesn't involve anyone else."

"Clearly," Emily mumbled.

"I think it's more than okay for a guy to still be a virgin," JJ assured him.

"…Really?"

She eyed Emily before giving him a smile, nodding.

Derek walked in, setting all of the cans down on the front table, sitting down and picking up his bag, looking through. Emily leaned forward in her chair, eyeing JJ.

"What do you have?" she asked, motioning toward the shopping bag in front of her.

"It's called 'food'," she told her, unpacking her bag.

Emily reached over, grabbing one of the cans and throwing it back to Garcia, who caught it and set it down. She turned her attention back to JJ, who had taken out her lunch.

"What is that?"

JJ finished pouring her soy sauce. "…It's sushi."

"Sushi? You won't make out with a guy, but you're going to eat raw food wrapped in sea junk? Brave."

"Can I eat now?"

"I don't know. Give it a shot."

JJ picked up her chopsticks, wrapping a hair elastic around them and eating.

Derek took a final look in his bag before unloading it: a large bag of chips, three sandwiches with varying lunch meats, a bag of cookies from the bakery, a half gallon of milk, a banana, and finally an apple. He cleared his throat, moving his seat closer to the table. Everyone looked over, wondering how one single person could eat so much.

Back at Garcia's table, she popped open her soda, sucking up the fizz as it poured over. She opened her bag and took out her sandwich, immediately picking the meat off of her sandwich and tossing it, disgusted. She grabbed a handful of cereal, smashing it against the bread, before ripping open some pixy stix and pouring them over the top. She'd gotten the attention of everyone in the library with it, but she didn't care. She found something she enjoyed to eat and she went with it.

Emily walked over, taking the seat beside Spencer, setting her soda in front of him and taking his lunch bag. "What do we have here?"

He shrugged. "A standard, regular lunch, I guess." He wasn't sure what the definition of that was, but he had thrown it together that morning before leaving for school. His mother had still been in bed, so he tried to be as quiet as possible doing so.

Emily reached in the bag, taking out a thermos and setting it down on the table. "Milk?"

He shook his head. "Soup – chicken noodle." He went to reach over while Emily dug through again, but she slapped his hand away. She pulled out a juice box, studying it. "That's um, that's apple juice."

"I can read, thank you." She put it on the table, taking out the last thing in the bag: a sandwich. "Peanut butter and jelly with no crusts? That's just fantastic, nutritious, and extremely well-balanced. Your mother must really love you a lot to go through this much effort. Did your mother, by chance, marry Mr. Rogers?"

"Um, no, Mr. Reid."

JJ and Derek shared a look, smirking.

Emily shot up from her seat. "I have an impression of a day in the life of little Reid here." She walked to the back, clearing her throat.

"Son!"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"How was your day, buddy?"

"Great, Dad! What about yours?"

"Super duper!"

Spencer gave a weak smile, not wanting this to get to him. The last conversation he'd had with his father was seven years ago, as he was walking out the door. He tried talking to him about sharing custody with his mother, or doing something together so he didn't completely lose him. Instead, he took one final look at Spencer, patting him on the shoulder before walking out the door. Even though he lived ten minutes away, he never tried to get in touch. There wasn't a birthday card in the mail or even a phone call asking how he was. Emily could think what she wanted about him, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. He saw Garcia eyeing him and wondered if she could see how upset he was, so he did his best to put up a front of not caring, though he was probably failing miserably.

Derek saw how worried Spencer started to look and wanted to take some of the edge and attention off of him. "Okay, what about your family?" Derek asked.

"What, mine?" Emily asked, pointing to herself.

"Yeah, yours."

She stood up. "Well, that's just super easy. Let me present to you, the stepfather." She cleared her throat, standing up straight. "'You worthless, ugly, slutty, piece of shit, good for nothing fucking tramp. You lazy, disrespectful bitch.' Then we have him trying to feel me up when my mother's not looking, and then when he's caught? 'Elizabeth, she came onto me, you know how she is. You remember Italy, don't you?' She'll give me a look of disgust and instantly it's 'you're right, honey, let's go'." Emily's voice starting changing, getting shaky and panicked as she told everyone much more than she wished she had.

"Is that for real?" Spencer asked.

"You want to come over some time and check it out for yourself?"

"It's bullshit," Derek spoke up. "Putting up the front of a broken home but it's all your image. Everyone knows your mom's loaded and you're a rich girl."

Emily turned her attention to him. "You don't believe me?"

"Not a word."

She walked over, pulling up her shirt sleeve. "Do you see this? Apparently, stepdaddy putting out his cigar on my arm was his way of telling me that I complain too much and I'm an ungrateful piece of shit. And when I cried to my mother about it?" She laughed to herself. "Emily, I'm busy right now, go to your room and we'll talk later. But guess what? With mother dearest, later never comes, because it's always something else." She was seething and pulled her sleeve down, stepping backwards. "I'm done dealing with you fucking people." She put up her hands, walking over the stairs and sitting on one of the landings, putting her feet out and pressing her head against the railing, catching her breath and stopping herself from getting more upset.

"You shouldn't have said that," JJ said softly, looking down at her lap.

"How was I supposed to know? She tends to be a liar."

They all sat there, once again in an extremely awkward silence, the only sound in the library was Emily's heavy breathing as she willed herself not to cry in front of them.