I do not own Criminal Minds. And my thanks to my sister for being my beta reader.

I should let you know that Fantasy Dolls is a fictional strip club. I had search Quantico for a strip club, but I couldn't find any. Which I was surprise since there is a miltary base and the FBI Academy. Go figure.

And yes, I know this chapter is short. So please read and review.

Chapter #41

"You're working where," Reid asked, not believing of what his girlfriend just told him.

"At the Fantasy Dolls tonight," she said louder. Reid pulled his cell phone away from his ear as he sank further back into his seat.

It had been almost two weeks when Reid returned to work. They just finished a case, which drained the whole team both physically and emotionally. Hotch had given them tomorrow off. He had called her to let her that he was on his way home.

During that time, he had called her or at least sent a text to check on her and to hear the sound of her voice everyday. To him, she was the good that was worth fighting for in this world and no matter of how bad things got, she will always going to be there for him.

He rubbed his face, trying not to sigh out loud. "Why are you working there," he asked, trying to understand this.

"I need to pay both Bailey's and my hospital's bills at the end of this month. As well, I have to start paying for the house." Her phone let out a beep where they both knew that her cell phone battery was running low.

"Your house, you didn't cause the explosion. The insurance should be paying for it, not you."

"It doesn't matter, according to the contract; I am responsible for all damages to the house, no matter who did the damages." The phone beeped again. "Doc, my cell phone is dying and I want to charge it before I go in tonight. I'm happy that you are home. I missed you. I'll call you tomorrow, alright? I love you, bye."

"Ashley," Reid said, but she hung up the phone. He put his phone back into his pocket, shaking his head. Not only, he wanted to tell her that he was coming home, but ask her to join them for dinner, instead of this.

Something wasn't adding up. He understood the part of the hospital and the vet bills, but the part of the contract had her to pay for the house, he didn't understand. He chewed on his thumbnail, still pondering on this. Paul wouldn't make her pay for the house, despite of what this mysterious contract had said.

Although he did understand that Ashley would have replaced her supplies and such for her classes.

He had nothing against strippers, but he knew that the last time, Ashley was stripping, she was using and into prostitution. She had said in her meetings that stripping was one of her triggers, that made her want to start doing the drugs and drinking. As well, he didn't really like that his girl was taking off her clothes off in front of strangers.

"So is she going to join us," Rossi asked, interrupting his train of thought. He looked up, shaking his head no.

"Actually I am going to back out as well. I'm going to Fantasy Dolls tonight."

Everyone on the plane all stopped of what they were doing and looked at him, wondering if he was joking or not. But the only jokes that Reid made involved physics and math.

"What," Reid asked, looking back at them, not understanding of why everyone was looking at him funny.