Take place in Season 7.

Prentiss is back.

Hotch and Haley divorced.

No Jack.

Reid out of character.

Team light bashing.

Male/Male


"She is the one who punched Morgan?"JJ asks as she neared the group hovering at the two-way mirror.

"Yes. Apparently she didn't like the way Morgan spoke to her and then he made an attempt to catch her, she hit him!"Hotch explained briskly.

"Hit him?"A thought occurred to Rossi and his eyebrows rose at the implication. "The woman broke Morgan nose and I think his jaw!"

"She won't speak to u." Rossi turned from the window with his hands in his pockets and walked back to the desk littered with crime scene photos and notes. He bypassed all of this for the coffee machine on the counter at the side of the room.

"The first time that Morgan went to her shop, she claimed never seen this man but according her phone record she had an appointment with him three days before Timothy Lamar's death!"Prentiss was staring intently at the 35 years old woman.

The woman was a truly beautiful woman with shoulder length dark hair, a slender body, and curves that supermodels would kill for. The woman was wearing a red top ,pair of black skinny jeans that accented her curves, and black, spiked knee length high heel boots.

Her make up was simple enough but made her eyes pop. Black eye liner, water proof mascara, light white eye shadow, and a thick swipe of red lipstick. Her half leather jacket was a finishing touch.

Stunning, was the only word that came to Prentiss' mind as she watched her. There was an aura of power and authority emanating from her. This was a woman you did not mess with.

"What did we know about her?"

"Athena Grayson. 35 years old."JJ stared reading her file." Born on October 12, 198. She graduated from University of Nevada holding doctorates in chemistry, engineering and art. She opens her own tattoo shop 'Black Dahlia tattoo and Piercing studio' in DC five years ago."

Hotch frowned and turned JJ." Something else?"

"No Hotch. Nothing about her parents or information about her life in Las Vegas than University."

Hotch could feel himself getting flustered.

"Prentiss ,I want to get her to speak. I want you to know everything about her and her relationship with the victim and if she doesn't speak she is informed that there are chargers against her for assaulting a FBI agent and perverting the course."

Reid glanced over from the geographical profile he had been immersed in compiling. Each hand held a marker of a different colour, two more held precariously between his teeth. Capping a lid onto the blue, he set them aside and strolled over to the spot by the window that Rossi had just vacated.

Prentiss nodded before she left the team and walked toward the door of the interrogation room. Hotch, JJ and Rossi watched the Athena Green's face lighting up on the sight of Prentiss.

"Tell your friend that the pounch cost me 40 dollars for my manicure. I broke a nail. How is he?"

Emily moved into the room more and answered her question, "Just a broken nose!"

"Dammit, my target was his jaw!"

The agent couldn't believe what woman had just told her, her eyebrows coming together in confusion, "What?"

"I do boxing before I started to learn how to talk or walk. I never miss but here we are!"

"Three days ago a fellow Agent questioned you about this man!"Prentiss stated as she placed some pictures down on the table." You said you didn't know the man, but we found your number registered on his cell phone. And of course the inks. We analyzed his recent tattoo and found specific materials present in certain inks. Good and accurate quality. Only four tattoo shops they have this particular type of ink."

"You lied us!"

For another minute there was silence on both sides of the glass, then one side shifted through the motions of an impromptu coffee break. They didn't miss anything; when they reconvened around the window, with mugs in hand, Prentiss was still sitting there, watching the woman.

'Lied?" Athena asks, leaning forward with a smirk.

Prentiss eyes catch on Athena Grayson's sleeve of absolutely gorgeous monochrome tattoos, admiring all their glory.

"You know..."Athena started mirth danced in her eyes."I said a white lie to but I didn't lie to my team for been dead almost 10 month's."

Prentiss brain raced, still struggling to process everything, yet, she felt as if time was just... frozen. Sucking in a breath, she kept her eyes on the woman in front of her.

"W..hat.."

Athena couldn't help but let her smile take over her whole face.

"You heard me just fine."Athena spat."You been in Paris eating near to Eiffel Tower and playing online Scrabble. With some girl named Cheeto Breath."

"She must be the Barbie who thinks she is a profile. How the fuck she promoted her from been a Communications Liaison to an Agent is kind of mystery. She must be very good at blowj..."

Her words fade with the sound of the interrogation door opens revealing him.

The unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, dressed in a black suit, accessorizing with his ever present expression of seriousness.

Athena lifts a perfectly sculpted eyebrows."Your little boyfriend comes to rescue you sweetie!"

Prentiss stared at her incredulously.

"Enough!"Hotch said keeping a straight face in this chaos."I have enough of your behavior. Clearly you don't understand the seriousness of the situation. You have been charged with assaulting a FBI agent and perverting the course..."

''Your mouth. Close that shit'' the woman and if the looks can kill the man would be dead.'

Hotch just blinked and gave her a look of pure disbelief. Was he dreaming? Surely not, nor was he dead since his mind stopped. This woman just told him to shut up.

"Listen here..."

"No. You gonna hear me." Athena snapped at the man, her patience finally runs out."You came in my shop terrorizing my customers and because of you I lost two tattoo and three piercing artists. I lied not because I did something illegal."

"Not something illegal?. You punched one of my agents."

"He deserves it!"

Okay, now it's getting really annoying. Hotch is starting to lose his patience.

Athena turned to walk away, to leave the interrogation room when he grabbed her arm, " You are not going anywhere!"

"You have exactly three second to release me before I black your eyes." Athena sneered back.

"How did you know?"He turned her around, "Who are you?"

Hitch tried to profile her in the speed, but it was impossible. She has been shrouded in mystery. He couldn't tell about her anything more than that she is very self-confident, ambitious woman with authority that came from nowhere. Femme fatale with a light, perhaps treacherous smile...

"Know what ?"She asked innocently.

Chief stands, mirroring Athena stance. He makes a comment, and everyone is watching them go back and forth like a tennis match.

The tennis match interrupted by a voice full of authority.

"Athena!"

The three people in the interrogation room turned to the direction of voice coming face to face with A tall and slender figure that blended into the dark wood paneled room. He saw the rich brown sweater, the Burberry scarf and the long pale fingers that were wrapped around a file. It was Reid.

Spencer Reid was young, younger than anyone in the unit. He started when he was twenty one, four years ago. He was clean cut, hair gelled back, sweater fitting perfectly to his lean form, and his bag perched perfectly on his shoulder. Over the years, the more horror he seen, caused the change in his appearance, causing it to fall. He let his hair grow out until it was knotted and touching his shoulders, and because of his fast-paced mind and devotion to his work, he often forgot to eat, which led to a sharp change in weight. His clothes hung loosely on him, and his tie wasn't even, and his bag even managed to look out of place and crooked.

The rest of Spencer's team noticed the sharp change in appearance in their young profiler. The chief, Aaron Hotchner, seemed to realize what was wrong with Spencer before everyone else. He isn't the chief for nothing, Aaron was the best at what he does. Aaron had approached Spencer one day on the plane back to Virginia while the rest of the team was asleep. Spencer never really slept on the plane, especially not after such a tough case like the one they just solved; the unsub had killed himself and fourteen other people, injuring sixty three in the process, in one final attempt to defiance the authorities.

Aaron knew that Spencer was more affected than the rest of the team was to this case. He knew in the back of his mind that he should have never allowed Spencer to join them on the case. The unsub was schizophrenic, with mild autism that grew up in a single parent home, who's parent was also schizophrenic. Spencer believes that he himself, could possibly snap any day now and follow in his mother's footsteps to schizophrenia.

Spencer didn't think no one on his team knew, and he wanted to keep it that way; he hated when people pitied him. But Aaron knew, Aaron knew everything that was going on with his team. He knew about Spencer's dilaudid issue three years ago, and Derek's crush on the young doctor. He knew everything. He also knew about Spencer's nightmares.

He knew that Spencer stopped trust them, trust him after the whole 'Emily fake death, he made clear to everyone that.

It started off relatively small. In fact, while they worked cases, it was almost unnoticeable. He would get sarcastic from time to time, throwing bitter jabs whenever the opportunity presented itself, but that was hardly problematic. Off the clock, however, things were different.

If the team went out after a case, he wouldn't go with them, and he took his work home with him whenever possible. It seemed he didn't want to spend any more time with him than he had to, and when they insisted, he got defensive. Or, on occasion, he would begrudgingly go along and make them regret pressuring him by maintaining a chronically negative attitude.

Morgan tried to talk to him again. His heart ache for the young man and killing his seeing him walking away from him. He'd changed his outlook of himself to adapt to being in love with a man and then that man left. His place took a man stoic and cold, a man who cares only for statistics and work. He had avoiding to be in the same room with JJ and Emily , he declined ever go out with the team.

"You finally remembered to come and get me?" Athena asked, quirking an eyebrow below perfectly styled hair for once.

"Don't be a drama queen." Reid rumbled."I just wanted to see how far you will push this!"

"What is going on, Reid?"asked Hotch. Reid ignored the question of his chief and walked toward them throwing a file on the table.

"Well..I would like to inform you that Athens at the time of the murder was with me at the bar 'Lucky Charm' and there are photos from the cameras of the bar.'"

Prentiss looked curiously at the envelope and then at her boss, who in this chaos had remained calm but in his eyes one could discern curiosity and confusion.

Hotch nods and Prentiss opens the file.Inside the envelope was a photo from security cameras which portrayed the doctor together with the young woman on a green dress.

Prentiss lifted the photo into the air and showed it to her boss.

Hotch was confused and unable to understand what was happening, had lost control of the situation, which was not often , and did not like the feeling that his head felt. What bothered him the most was the woman's style, she continued to look at him with a smug look. Behind her ,Reid was still sitting there, watching them. But now an odd half-smile lit his face up as it always did when he solved some mystery.

"Can we leave now?" Athena asked in a bored tone.

"Are you okay" The doctor asked, ignoring her question by looking at her face for obvious signs of hurt.

"I'm okay," the woman replied, trying to reassure the worried man who was standing in front if her."But I would be even better off if mister suit here get his hand off of me"

Hotch didn't realize that he was still holding the girl's arm. Look down, removed his hand as if it had burned him.

"And now that we've made sure I'm not a murderer, we can leave. Because if I continue to stay in the building, I think I'm going to kill someone."Athena said, smiling proud of what she said.

After saying that, it took Athena only a minute until she face-palmed herself for saying something like that out loud.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Reid, trying hard to keep himself from starting to laugh , while other were trying to understand what the hell is going on.

"Yes "Reid said, shaking her head and smiling faintly. " I have your stuff and the motorcycle helmet at my car."

Ignoring the two confused agents, Reid pushed Athena and the two laughed at the sight of each other plastered out of their heads. Shaking his head Reid glanced at Athena.

"Come on."

Reid had wound his arm around Athena and walked away talking.

"I am hungry!"

"Pancake with protein powder and milkshake Pina colada."

"Yes"

Everyone could only watch in horror as the two walked away with out a backwards glance at the room nor the chief unit team that were left angry in their wake.


The low hum of panic was always there. A faintly buzzing nerve stayed steady just under his ribs every day, every moment. Since the divorce, he worried about Haley every day. He worried about his team. When Haley filed for divorce, he gave her the house and moved out, buying a first floor walk up and renting what furniture he needed. He had never shopped for furniture in his life. He picked rooms out of a catalog and didn't think of it again. He hung one bright painting of a swirling sunrise over the fireplace because Rossi said everything was dark blue and gray... like him.

Aaron hated the empty house. He was lonely.

It was raining hell bent when Aaron came home to that empty house on a Friday night. Changing into street clothes, he looked at himself in the mirror. He had aged ten years in two. It had been months since he slept in a bed with another person. After Haley left, there had been a handful of easily forgotten one night stands that never felt right. Just a way to ease the loneliness for a few hours. To be exact, there had been three women and one man, all of whom forgot him as easily as he forgot them. Now, looking in on the bedroom that had never known love or true warmth, he decided he could not spend another night alone. Just being around other people might help to ease the pain. He grabbed his coat and car keys and felt the low hum of panic become numb and static.

His plan was just to be around people, to not be alone. A little music, a drink or two and maybe he could loosen up. Maybe he could sleep that night and not care. The place was a downtown bar, the old fashioned kind with none of the downtown hipster nonsense that had flooded the area recently. The music was decent. The scotch was better. He settled in and took a while to check his text messages. I'm that guy at the bar who can't look up from his phone, he thought with a bit of distaste.

The worst that could happen to disturb this evening was too much alcohol, which didn't seem to be happening with as slow as the bartenders were here. Hotch leaned forward to try and catch the closest one's attention when he was bumped into by a body that was pushing up to the bar. He turned and looked, surprised to see a rather perky looking younger woman with a shirt that was too low and a skirt that was too short. Still, he smiled at her, not surprised when she smiled back.

"Well hello," the woman greeted. Hotch held back a chuckle but just barely. She was obviously well on her way to being quite drunk by the look of her. He tried not to profile her but old habits had a tendency to die hard. She giggled, throwing her hair back over one shoulder before wrapping a arm under her breasts, pressing her cleavage up for his inspection. He didn't give her the pleasure of staring at her goods when she leaned in close.

"Here with friends?" She asked.

"No" Hotch said, simply trying to politely lean away. "Just a man wants to enjoy his drink with my thoughts"

"You know what they said '"If you are lonely when you are alone, you are in bad company"The woman flirted.

Hotch resisted the desire to roll his eyes at her. He did not really know how to flirt. He was not sure he was capable of flirting. This woman was quite overt with it, and the oversexed attitude turned him off. He looked for a way out of the conversation without being rude but the woman was pushy and seemed desperate for attention.

Just then the bartender came over and took his order. Just to be a gentleman, he offered to buy the woman a drink, hoping she would leave him alone.

She, of course, did not.

"Thanks for the drink…" She smiled and waited for a name.

"Aaron."

"Aaron," she practically purred. "That's a great name."

"Great name?"Hotch heard said behind him. Hotch turned, shocked to see Athena Grayson standing in front of him wearing the same annoying smirk she had on her face five hours ago. "Of you think this is a great name wait learn mine."

"Now if you don't mind you will get your drunk ass away from him so he can have his full attention on me."

"Maybe I do mind," the woman challenged, her smile suddenly a lot less pleasant. She turned to Hotch and asked, "Wouldn't you rather spend time with me? I'll make it worth your while."

Athena laughed, but it wasn't a happy thing. It was as harsh and sarcastic as a laugh could be.

"I highly doubt that," Athena replied. "In fact, I doubt that, besides that obviously store bought rack that you think is your best asset, you have anything that will that would be worth this man's while."

Both Aaron and the woman were gaping at Athena in surprise.

"And now disappear before your head kisses the floor"

The woman, visibly frightened by Athena's words, grabbed her belongings and walked away.

"Hello , mister suit!

For a moment Hotch looked confused, as if seeing a ghost and not quite believing his own eyes. Next to him was sitting the woman who made him lost his control and rose his blood pressure to the sky, the stand Hotch pulled in the interrogation room was beyond himself. Never in his life had lost his and control of a situation so quickly but but the vocabulary of the woman and her behavior towards his team , it was something he wouldn't tolerate. After the case ,Hotch embarked to discover the mysterious woman'spast, wanted to know everything about her from the most important to the most trivial. He desperately wanted to know the woman's identity .Who she was, where she was from, what her secrets are, and most importantly, whether she posed a threat to him and his team. How did she know about Emily's fake death .Was she some kind of spy?

These questions have been swirling in his mind for the past 5 hours. And now this woman was standing beside him, looking at him with those eyes full of mystery and cunning.

"What?" Athena started, brow furrowing."You are not happy to see me!"

"Don't worry!"Athena smiled innocently."I am not here to hit you.I am not in the mood destroying this pretty face!"

Hotch bit the inside of his cheek against the urge to laugh and asks."You think I am pretty?"

"Pretty annoying for sure!"

Hotch close his eyes, shakes his head laughing a bit. He finally made eye contact with me. Her grin was a mix of predatory and amused.

He looked down at her chest, inspecting the clearly visible ink that dipped below the fabric. He cleared his throat after staring a bit too long. Athena didn't mind.

"He was the one who told you!"

The man did not need to give any further explanation about 'who' was referring to.

Hotch was trying to find what was the connection between the doctor and the young woman sitting next to him. Reid had never mentioned a woman in his life, but then again Reid stopped share things with the team after Emily' returned from her fake death.

"Congratulations"The woman replied sarcastically. "You found It"

The agents wasn't appreciative from her tone's voice.

He settled in and watched Athena fidget for a moment, her fingers tapping the table top in a pattern only she understood.

"I was the one who picked up Spencer' pieces after your agent's funeral"Athena explained, looking at her drink."I slept on the couch every day, trying to calm him down from his nightmares."

Hotch looked at his hands in embarrassment and shame. He was aware that his youngest agent had hard time processing Emily's death.

"He had stopped sleeping, eating every time he closed his eyes he saw her."Athena said, voice biting." And when she returned from the other world, things got worse."

The older man put his head in his hands, and rubbed his temples . "I know. I see him. But I didn't have a choice."I would've put him at risk not to mention breach national

security—"

Athena scoffed."National security can kiss my ass."

Hotch's face fell into a stony mask, the anger burned from his eyes.

"You know what? I don't own you an explanation for my actions." His voice was pitched pleasantly, but it was hard—so hard—to keep up the façade when all he wanted to do was kill. Kill her.

"Sure thing, darling."She said, with a small grin that mocked him."Whatever

is helping you to sleep at nights."

He brow narrowed at her obvious challenge. Her eyes locked on his coldly. He met them, stare for stare, but instead, his eyes twinkled merrily, which just made his look scrumptious, even more than he already did. She narrowed her eyes, hoping none of her inner turmoil was revealed in her expression.

The shrill ring of the phone made them both jump, but it did not break their eyes contact.

Once she got a hold of the phone she tiredly put her phone to her ear.

"What?"

Hotch noticed that the woman's body language changed completely from hostile to calm and any sign of nervousness disappeared. Whoever was on the phone made Athena feel very comfortable and feel safe.

"I am fine."The woman answered the person on the phone line visibly annoyed. "I will not open the store tomorrow because of son fucking FBI agents I lost 3 staff."

Athena glared at Hotch.

"Fuck of. How is my fault?"

Hotch chuckled as he raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. Fine. Why are you always spoil my fun?"

Athena hung up the call without saying goodbye. She flipped her cell phone over several times in her hand, her eyes fixed on him.

She got up from the chair and grabbed her bag.

"Mister suit, sorry but I have to leave," she said, walking towards the door. Before she exited, however, she turned, and added over her shoulder,"But don't worry, our paths will cross again."," she said, coldly, "I have a feeling, I'm going to have to punch your face these days."

"You have a feeling?"

"It happens!"


There was some sort of godawful light shining on his face. Reid grabbed a pillow and put it over his head, wanting nothing more than to return to his cloud-filled dreams, to feel the wind on his face, to sink into warmth, to vault the sky. Athena must have forgotten to close the curtains...

Athena.

Slowly, he removed the pillow from his head. Knowing what he would find and not wanting to find it, he cracked open an eye, confirmed that, yes,

The television was on in the main room, and he knew it hadn't been on when he had gone to bed. From inside the bedroom, it sounded like the morning news. He threw back the covers with a sigh, got out of bed, secured his black silk robe that was on the nearby chair and put in on. Then he turned in the direction of the main room, dreading what he would find.

He found Athena on his sofa, all slouching six feet and more of him, watching his television, with the newspaper spread out, his feet propped up on the small table and a cup of coffee in one hand.

"What are you doing in here?" Reid snapped. He wasn't in the mood to be gracious.

"Good morning, Spency," Athena replied in a voice of long-suffering. "How did you sleep? Good, I hope. Oh, me? I slept marvelously. Thanks for asking."

I'm sure you did," Reid growled.

Athena put the newspaper down and looked at Reid askance. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Where's the coffee?"

"I had them set up breakfast on the balcony. Thought we could eat up here before heading out to work."

Reid stalked that way. He simply couldn't handle her without having a cup of coffee first.

"What are you going to do?"Athena asks walking out to balcony. She took her firt drag on her cigarette, letting the toxic smoke collect in her lungs.

"Well?" She asked, and upon receiving no response, he turned to Reid. At this time, he took a a sip of his coffee , ignoring the woman.

"Can i have my coffee in peace, please?"was all the man said.

"No"She answered and sat down next to him. "You like it or not, your coworkers will demand explanations about the stand that you pulled off yesterday."

"Well"Reid started putting aside his mug."You were the one who punched a federal agent?"

With a heavy sigh, Athena unfolded her crossed arms, looking both sad and tired." I am sorry that I hit you little boyfriend."

Stop!" Reid demanded, blushing at being so exposed. "He is not my boyfriend."

"But you want him to be!"

The woman rolled his eyes at Reid's blushing.

His feelings for Derek, they were feelings he had been trying to deny for several months and every time he looked at his face and his gorgeous smile they would rush to the surface.

He'd asked Athena about it, as much to stop the ever-revolving circle of thoughts about her as anything else. And, as per usual, Athena had been utterly useless. 'Talk to him', she'd said. Like that was simple. Like that was EASY.

He wanted to tell him everything he was feeling, he wanted Morgan to know how much he thought about him, how much he worried about him when they were in the field, and most importantly how much he loved him. But Morgan clearly sees Reid as little brother of sorts, someone to tease but also advise and protect, but on top of that he's a bona fide ladies' man.

He knew he couldn't tell him his true feelings, it would ruin the walls Spencer had carefully built around himself over years of denial and hurt.

Besides, it's just a crush. A crush he's had for nearly five years (more specifically four years, nine months, three.days, seven hours, and 13 minutes) now. It' s got to fade eventually .

"You did a number on him and.."Reid said like a reached back and smacked his of the head.

Athena frowned at him ''Focus we have a bigger problems than that''she said like a stern parent.

"A problem you created", the doctor replied, grabbing a croissant from the plate." What a demon possessed you at that moment and decided to play dirty like that. You know, revealing Prentiss' fake death and mock her , also you made my boss lose his temper."

"I want to inform you that because of you I lost four staffs. If it comes out that the FBI was in my store, I will lose customers and And I'll have to meet your new boss again and I'll strike him."

Athena stood on the edge of the balcony looking at the view." He is something else, I have to admit it ,especially yesterday night."

She stopped when he saw the shocked look on Reid's face.

"Night" Reid stammered out.

"I met him last night at the bar"Shr said matter-of-factly. Reid's eyes got wider than she thought was possible and Atbena let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry, I didn't hit him."

"Yet."

"Athena."

"Don't get that tone with me."Athena warned. "We had a civilized discussion on national security issues. "I started asking about her fake death and at first he admitted it was a mistake. Wrong that he didn't trust you, but did his job like the right unit chief ,and in the end he started shouting and becoming defensive, because he was cornered."

"Excuse me?" he replied, a curious yet annoyed look on his face. " Did you talk to him about national security issues in open space?"

The young doctor was not surprised by this fact, after all Athena and all the security forces did not have the best relationship. It was not the first time Athena had been in an interrogation room or having problems with the police.

"Watch your next moves. I don't want you arrested again"

"Ohh, I will."She mumbled with a smugness that looked good on her.

"Anyway, back to our original topic, what are you going to do? If they ask you"

Reid shrugged and put his hand to his forehead, gently massaging his eyebrows. "The truth!"

"Are you sure?" Athena twists her head around cautiously.

"We don't have to hide it anymore"Reid retorted coldly." At some point they would find out, but not from me. Hotch is not aware of him not be my power attorney and proxy for me anymore and no FBI's file mentions your name."

Athena replies. "Your personal file mentions my name and your boss started looking for me. I received a notification that someone is searching my folders."

"Look now I'm going to work, they might not ask me anything. They may have forgotten the whole situation."


Why can't it just follow the script? Reid huffs to himself, as these circle inside his brain that is already moving a mile a minute as he sat at his desk.

He could feel the eyes of the rest of the team on as he tried to work on something files he had, from a previous case. Your young doctor knew they were curious about him and Athena relationship.

He knew the team's views on him, shy and clumsy who had no friends outside of work and every time they get days off they believed he spent them at home alone with a book in his hands. None of this was true, though. Reid had a personal life, on his days off he would go bowling, going to the movies or having coffee with his friends.

Friends that the BAU wasn't aware. The team also wasn't aware Reid was not a virgin. He had two or four relationships, but most he has one nights stands. He used to leave the bars with someone to spent the night , he liked sex and wasn't afraid to admit.

He didn't say much about himself in his team, as he likes to keep his personal life a secret but they never asked, they just had a picture of what they were seeing.

The young doctor sighed as he saw JJ and Prentiss were quick to follow Morgan to his desk, Garcia had just entered, but was quickly quietened by Hotch with a raised hand. Hotch was curious to say the least and wanted to know how this would play out, the only way they would get more information was if Reid was ready and willing to talk about what they had all witnessed yesterday.

Morgan was the first to talk, which was a smart move on their part, Spencer was a lot more willing to talk if either Morgan, Rossi or Garcia started the conversation.

"Pretty boy , I didn't know you had a girlfriend." Morgan said and the team could hear some tense in his voice.

All eyes are on Reid trying to profile his reaction but his features did not betray any emotion.

"And what pounch!'Morgan laughed, pointing to his broken nose. "Your little girlfriend know how to fight. I have to admit who the fuck a gunious nerd like you succeeded in gaining the attention of this woman. She is beyond your l..."

Reid's face lit up red from a mix of anger and embarrassment,"She is not my fucking girlfriend."

Morgan looked shocked.

"Then who is she..."Prentiss starts before Reid cuts her back off.

"I don't see how this is of your businesses."Reid snaps back at her, without looking up from his paperwork."You're not the only person on this team who has secrets. You see, I'm good at keeping secrets, but no one is like Hotch and Jennifer who made look like idiots for almost 10 months and..."

JJ and Prentiss took a step back, they were surprisingly scared by the young genius.

"Reid," Hotch's tone is the kind of no-nonsense one he gets when he's about two seconds from putting someone on their ass and everyone knows better than to dance around it.

Reid was a profiler and that know his boss was upset that he hadn't learned any information about the unknown woman who dared to defy him in front of his team, but also to speak to him in this indecent way. Of course there was the incident at the bar , Reid knew that from moment to moment that after he revealed it, Hotch would invite him to his office to talk.

He knew there was no longer any reason to hide.

"Well..."The doctor started saying and six sets of eyes were pinned on him waiting for the big reveal."Athena Grayson is..."