It was Friday afternoon, and I currently was sitting in a jet looking at files of dead men getting poisoned. It was a brutal case and so far, we had looked deeper and find out that she was a female. Most likely a prostitute or hooker. I had one thing racing through my mind, why hotels? She always poisoned them in hotels, and then leaves.
"Something on your mind, Y/n?" Spencer askes me as he sits down with a coffee in hand.
"So much," I mumble. We land and then we start the case it doesn't take long for us to end up being at a high prostitute house. It was now Saturday, and I was sitting in a car with Spencer by me. My hair was up, and I felt my heart drop as I look at the message, we got over 30 minutes ago.
Hey, Reid, head to willow creek avenue 114, it looks like it's on sale. Send Y/n with you. Act like a couple buying a house:)
"I don't want to do this one, can't you just go alone?" I whimpered. Spencer held in a breath as he thought about it. I fidgeted with my fingernails and looked away. "I know what your gonna say, and your right. Go in together, stay in together," I rolled my eyes and grabbed my coat, opening my door.
We walked into the house, it was like a red room, but worse. Nobody around except a realtor who had smiled way too much by the looks of it. "You aren't great actors, ya know, I have a class for that too!" She cheered. I narrowed my eyes at her and grabbed a hold of my gun holister. "No need for violence, you've come to talk, right? Yes, yes, this way!" She grabbed Spencer's hand and then mine. I grimaced at her behind my back, she's too peachy and happy!
"Ma'am we need to know about all your latest prostitutes' lists," I tell her as we sit down on the couch.
"Oh, they sell those. My newest actually got hers sold to a bitchy one," She sips her tea and smiles, "All in good measure of course!"
My phone buzzed and I reach down to see that it's from Morgan telling me that they need evidence about Julia Watson. I smile as I read his nickname for me one last time. "Do you know who Julia Watson is?" I ask, looking up from my phone. The lady furrows her brows and nods her head 'yes'.
"But she retired from this job," She thinks about it, taking another sip of her tea and frowning, "5 to 6 years ago." She puts her teacup down and looks at spencer. "Don't expect us to pity men for their crimes against us!" She points at him.
"Us? As in everyone-" Spencer asks but I butt in.
"Was she pregnant?"
"I- Maybe?" She shakes her head, "Julia was a troubled girl, liked to play around. If she was with child, I bet she wouldn't care."
"Thank you," I get up, followed by Spencer and we head back to our car.
"What was that?" Spencer sounds more of his sassy and dramatic self. I hum in response, hopping into the car and putting my seatbelt on. "I was interrogating her too, Y/L/N!" He huffs, angry and getting into the car, starting the ignition.
"Well, actually you were looking around and I was interrogating her," I smirk, "Spence are you just angry that you don't know how to flirt with me?" I raise an eyebrow and Spencer drives out of the parking space not answering my question.
"You piss me off sometimes," he says honestly.
"Aw, I love you too," I put my hand to my heart and lay my head back, closing my eyes, "You know I'm only joking, right? I know full well that if you were to flirt me over, hell, I bet we wouldn't be driving right now." I wink and roll the window down just a tad. Spencer blushes but doesn't respond. We get back to the station and I leap out of the car, while it's still moving, and run inside. I see Morgan and hug him from behind.
"Missed you too Baby Mama," He laughs, continuing to work on the case.
"When can I just leave and go to sleep?" I mumble into his shirt.
"Reid can take you home," He suggests, and I groan, "Baby, I'm sure Garcia is gonna be the one crying when she sees you hugging me." It was so off topic, but true. Morgan and I were close, but Morgan and Garcia were like CLOSE. I did need more friends and I knew he meant Reid.
"Nope," I shake my head.
"Yep," He nods, handing me the picture of our latest victim. His name was Mathew Polin, he was half naked and had been poisoned alongside stabbed. "This one has a different M.O," He taps the paper and smirks, "Reid could help."
"I could what?" Spencer walks over to us and I groan.
"First Hotch, now you?" I slump down and shake my head, "Okay Chocolate baked potato, two can play at that game," I mumble.
"Chocolate baked..." Spencer trails off, confused.
I grab Morgan's phone off the desk and dial Garcia's number. "Sexy?" She sounded worried and I giggle to myself.
"Hey, so if your available Derek Frickin Morgan has agreed to a date," I smile, knowing both of them need to just admit feelings already.
"I-" She's silent and I hear her screaming into something, "This is a joke right?" She sounds like she's on the verge of tears, "Because if so me and you are no longer friends!"
"No joke," I hang up and turn to Morgan, who is puzzled, "Never thought Derek Morgan would need help getting a date." I laugh.
"I don't know maybe he is all say..." Spencer laughs with me. I high-five Spencer.
Maybe him and I can be friends. Or more?
A/N: PART TWO? ALSO, SORRY IF I MADE IT SEEM AS THOUGH DEREK CAN'T PULL A DATE BUT LIKE... HIM AND GARCIA NEVER ENDED UP TOGETHER AND I FELT THAT NEEDED TO CHANGE.