Again I do not own Criminal Minds and thanks to Dragonsmaiden for being my beta reader.

I should clear up a few things before you read chapter 2. I have researched Quantico inside and out, and even though there are bars in the city, Dougherty's Tavern is the only bar that plays live bands. However it is in Stafford, VA, so I had to move it closer in my story. Bombuy House does exist in Calgary, Canada though. I have looked high and low for Indian restuarants in Quantico and there is none. There were a couple outside of the city, but the review were either crappy or it was too far away from Quantico. I honestly can't see Reid driving a hour for dinner where there are some good restuarants in Quantico. So Bombuy House opened its doors in Quantico.Chapter #2

Reid shook his pen a few times, trying to get it working again. He wanted to finish his report before calling it a night. He scribbled on a piece of scrap paper, trying to get it working again, but alas nothing. He threw it in the trash before pulling out a drawer, looking for another.

"Kid," he heard Morgan. He looked up, seeing Morgan holding out a pen for him.

"Thanks," Reid said, closing the drawer and taking the pen. He went back to work, but stopped. Morgan was now sitting at the edge of his desk with his arms folded in front of him, looking at him.

"What?"

"Dude, you meet a girl. Who is she?" Reid sighed, knowing that the only way of getting his report done in peace was to answer Morgan's questions.

"Fine, what do you want to know."

"You said that you meet her in the NA meetings, but she is not a cop."

"It wasn't the Law Enforcement meetings. It was a regular meeting."

"Reid, you didn't disclose the case. Did you?"

"No," Reid said. He leaned forward, talking in a low voice. "I was having a bad week. I wanted to…."

Morgan groaned. "Kid, you didn't."

"No," Reid answered shaking his head. "I went to a meeting instead. And that is where I meet her."

"And?"

"And what? Her name is Ashley Cassidy. She is a recovering alcoholic and recovering addict. She teaches arts and craft to children and teaches scrap booking to adults. She is also one of the backup singers at the Dougherty's Tavern, just outside of the city and I know she writes half of their songs. And she is very good cook."

"Wait, she is the one who made those cookies?"

Reid nodded. "Now, can I get this done, please?"

"Fine, but I want to meet her. And kid, next time you are having a bad week, call me," he said, getting up. He gently slapped Reid on the back of his shoulders before leaving him alone.

Reid finally finished his report. He stretched in his chair, looking at his watch. Surprisingly it wasn't as late as he had thought. He pulled out his cell phone, dialing a number.

"Hello," a woman's voice answered.

"Hi, it's me."

"Hey me," she teased.

He smiled, "Am I interrupting you."

"Oh no, I am just looking at a pair of shoes for Bailey."

His eyebrow knitted together. "For a dog?"

"I know, but I was thinking if I buy a pair of shoes at this thrift store, he will stop chewing up mine. What's up?"

"I know that it is late, but I was wondering if I can make the payment for the baby gift."

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"Have you ever tried Indian?"

"No, but I would love to."

He smiled, "How about we meet at the Bombay House? It is right next to the subway station. Meet in about," he paused, checking his watch. "Oh, let's say twenty minutes."

"Sure, I know where that is. But can you make it thirty? The line up is a bit long."

"Ok, bye."