COFFEE ~ Spencer Reid [1]

chapter one, side a; you have a fan

season one, episode one;
extreme aggressor

side a

ARABELLA CARSON HAD BEEN WITH THE BEHAVIOURAL ANALYSIS UNIT OF THE FBI FOR A YEAR— coming on two years now— and never once had she gotten used to the early morning calls of an urgent case. A tired sigh escaped her cherry-colored lips as she pressed her back to the glass door, pressing against it to push it open so that she could walk into the familiar blue and white-washed walls of the bullpen in the BAU. She was dressed casually in jeans, combat boots, a simple black tank top, and a cream-white cardigan, holding two large coffees in her hands that both contained an unhealthy amount of sugar.

The taste of bittersweet liquid stained the inside of her mouth, and the aftertaste imprinted on her tongue as she took another sip, savoring the taste of liquified energy.

Her copper-colored hair was left down, the ends of it curling at her chest. Her ocean-blue eyes betrayed her as they fluttered sleepily. A confused frown crossed her lips when she spotted Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner— the two of them appearing to have been arguing about something before she walked in.

Aaron— or more commonly known amongst his fellow agents as Hotch— stood in his usual black work suit, his maroon red tie standing out against his white button-up. His hair was fairly neat and combed back, but a few strands had fallen out of place, hanging on his forehead. He had a distressed expression on his face, his eyes closed, his mouth itched into a frown and his hand rubbed his forehead.

Morgan was standing in front of him in his own suit— something that made Ara raise an eyebrow as he usually dressed casually. He had a black and navy blue striped tie that hung down his obviously toned chest. His shoulders were tense and he had his eyebrows raised challengingly, obvious disapproval painted on his handsome face.

"Woah, who died?" Arabella joked in poor attempts to lighten up the mood, after immediately picking up on the obvious tension in the room. Hotch's head snapped to her with a scolding glare, his dark brown eyes were almost black as they pierced her like small sharp knives— a feeling she had grown used to over the time she'd been working there.

"Carson." The Unit Chief warned, causing the redhead to realize the irony in her words as she bit her lip and looked down. "Sorry, sir." She barely managed out through her teeth, a small huff of a laugh escaping with her words.

Morgan didn't even bother to hide the blatant snort that escaped him at the copper-haired girl's lack of subtlety, drawing Hotch's attention back to him, his sharp glare finding the new target who cleared his throat in a poor attempt to cover up what had already been noticed.

"Now that we're all here-" Hotch started only to be cut off by the female agent who cut in faster than lightning. "All? Where's my Boy Wonder?" Ara frowned as she briefly glanced around the room, only to see that Spencer Reid was, in fact, nowhere in sight.