Reid looked around tentatively. He couldn't remember the last time he was in a girl's apartment. He kicked himself mentally. "That's because you've never been in one, dummy…"
Prentiss flicked on the light switch, and threw her purse on to the couch in one swift motion. Reid could tell that this was part of her nightly routine.
It was a nice apartment. Quiet. Lived in. Reid looked for personal touches. Photographs. Paintings. Anything that would let him learn more about Prentiss. Anything that would make him feel like he knew her better.
Her walls were fairly empty. Painted a muted blue. Clean white trim by the ceiling. There were a few photographs. A forced and posed one of Prentiss and her parents. Probably at some function like the one they were just at. Another one of Prentiss and some man. Brother? Cousin? Boyfriend? Reid didn't know, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out.
Prentiss noticed Reid looking around her apartment. "It's not much," she shrugged, "but it's a place to live. Growing up in a mansion, I learned that you really don't need all that much space to make you happy." She walked over towards her couch. "After a hard day at the BAU, I don't really need anything fancy. Just a place to let my mind wander is enough."
She fell down on to the couch. Reid heard a loose spring creak. Prentiss waited for him to join her on the couch, but she could tell that he needed a little prodding. "Hey, Reid. I promise, it's a lot more comfortable over here." She winked ever-so-cutely, and Reid couldn't help but smile.
He walked around her coffee table, and fell down with her. He, of course, was a little more awkward than she was, and almost fell on top of her. Prentiss laughed. There was something endearing about his awkwardness. It wasn't quite childish. But it reminded her not to take things so seriously. That sometimes you needed to take a step back and just laugh a little.
Reid readjusted himself on the couch. He wrapped his arm around Prentiss' shoulder and smiled at her. The couch was soft, but it wasn't as soft as Prentiss' cheek. He rubbed her cheek with his thumb. He wanted to take everything in, wanted to remember every moment.
Prentiss broke the silence. "If you want, we could watch a movie. There's bound to be something at least mildly entertaining on television on a Saturday night."
Reid nodded. "Sure. Maybe a classic sci-fi flick is on?"
Prentiss smiled. "Well, there's one way to find out."
Though truthfully, Reid didn't care what was on TV. All he wanted was to sit there with his arms around Prentiss and her head on her shoulder. All he wanted was to stay there forever.
Or at least for the rest of the night.