It was early on a brisk fall morning, and Dr. Spencer Reid was on his way to work at the BAU. The half-smile on his face and the bounce in his step indicated that this Wednesday morning was indeed something special. As he got off the elevator and headed into the bullpen area, SSA Derek Morgan came up behind him and quickly matched his stride to Reid's.
"So – How'd it go last night?" Morgan was frankly curious.
"Actually, it was quite interesting," Reid replied. "Dr. Michaels has done some groundbreaking research in the field of human sexuality. Do you know how many steps there actually are in the human sexual response cycle?"
"So, on the first date, you go to see a sex therapist?" Morgan asked. "Am I the only one that thinks this is a little weird?"
"Not really," Reid protested. "Dr. Michaels is a world renowned researcher!"
A pink-haired Penelope Garcia caught up with them, the eclectic colors of her outfit brightening the drab government building. "TMI, too much information!" she covered her ears with her hands. "Did you at least take Heather – Excuse me, Christine– Out to eat afterwards?"
"No," Reid replied. "Christine was part of the committee hosting Dr. Michaels so we went to the reception in her honor afterwards. They had snacks and drinks there. I had never been to a reception like that."
Morgan turned and looked at him. "What do you mean you had never been to one? You were a grad student, weren't you – Like, three times?"
"Well, I was underage for the first two and they serve alcohol at the receptions. Besides, I always seemed to ask questions nobody appreciated. By the time the third one came along, I had lost interest," Reid looked embarrassed as he detailed his failure to integrate into the university culture.
"Did you at least walk her home?" Garcia persisted.
"Well, I couldn't. She had to catch the last train home on the Metro," Reid explained. He stopped and looked at her and Morgan.
"Why all the interest in my personal life all of a sudden?" he asked.
Moran smirked knowingly. "She's a hot lady, man, and you are a little out of practice. We just want to make sure everything goes smoothly," he told the young agent.
They had reached Reid's desk and he was putting his messenger bag away as he mumbled, "As if I had any practice to begin with -"
"That is so sweet! Don't worry. You'll figure things out," Garcia cooed.
"If not, I'll get you a book or two!" Morgan volunteered.
There was a rustle on the balcony as SSA Aaron Hotchner, wearing his usual glum expression, appeared from his office. "Okay everyone, listen up – We have a case," he announced. "Conference room, please."
