Fingertips | Spencer Reid

Chapter 13

Chapter 13
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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: what is your fondest memory?

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On days like today, the team was grateful that Hotch always gave them a day off after a case in which they had to travel far. Well- most of the time. There were times in which a day off was quite impossible, due to new cases showing up or to keep up with important ones they had had to leave on the side for the ones that took priority.

Luckily for them, today was one of those days. And thank God for that.

Still pretty hungover, Garcia stood up from the couch she had slept on in Emily's apartment. The girls had decided to crash at hers since it was the closest and they were all tired.

She looked around, seeing JJ passed out on the smaller sofa and shoes thrown around along with their bags and purses. The curtains were still down, and Penelope thanked whoever had thought of doing so before they passed out. God knows it is painful waking up with a hangover because of the sun hitting your face.

The analyst walked up the stairs, where she knew the bathroom was. On the way there, she peeked in the owner's room, seeing her sprawled on her bed, face buried deep in her pillows.

Back to her mission -which was get to the toilet so she could pee- she walked to the door and, too sleepy to notice the light coming from under the door, she grabbed the handle and opened the piece of wood.

"AAAAH!" the two people screamed, both of them in shock.

"What the fuck!" the boy cursed as Penelope placed a hand over her chest.

"You scared me!" she yelped.

"I scared you? You're the one who barged in here!" Spencer spoke back.

"I didn't know you would be- Spencer you're shirtless!" the woman screamed once she realised, covering her eyes as well as turning around.

"Well- leave so I can finish cleaning up myself!"

"Wait" the woman spun around frowning. She stepped into the bathroom, Spencer backing off as much as he could with every step she took his way. Garcia grabbed one of his arms -which he was using to cover his chest- and examined his body.

"This is weird, Garcia" he said uncomfortable, trying to pull his arm back.

"Are those scratch marks?" she asked ignoring his words "And hickeys?" the woman was shocked.

"What? No!" the boy managed to get his arm back.

"What the hell is going on?" Emily appeared, standing by the door-frame "Why are you shirtless?" she asked once she saw the boy.

"I was getting ready to-"

"Are those hickeys?" she cut him off walking further into the bathroom to check the marks closely "Holy shit!"

"They are not-"

"Why are you guys screaming?" JJ asked coming into the bathroom as well.

"Oh great! Who's left now, Morgan?" the boy asked rhetorically and frustrated.

"Are those-"

"No they're not!"

"Oh, sure... what are they then?" Prentiss mocked the boy.

"Where's Thaleia?" at Garcia's words, the room fell silent, the girls looking at each other and back at the boy, raised eyebrows.

"She's not in the room I stayed a-"