~Calla's P.O.V.~
When Morgan walked out of the conference room, everyone wanted to know what was going on. Reid and I gave each other seemingly subtle glances but someone must have picked even that up. I was easily terrified by who he may have been talking to and what he may have been talking about. JJ walked over to him and decided to ask him for herself. I knew the moment she found out, she wouldn't tell me. That's just how it worked.
~J.J.'s P.O.V~
I saw Morgan walk out of the conference room, a big smirk plastered on his face. I watched as Dani and Reid just merely glanced at each other. It didn't take a profiler to know something was up. I decided to question Morgan about it myself. I walked up to him and put a hand on his arm, trying to lead him away from the rest of the group. "Morgan. What was that all about?"
"That was just Garcia."
"What were you two talking about?"
"You know that officer who called us in? Her and Garcia turned out to be best friends in high school. And she thinks that Dani has a little thing for Reid..."
"You're kidding me, right?" His face broke into a sinister smile. "You aren't kidding. Morgan that's awesome."
"How? I mean, after what happened with Maeve..."
"Maybe this is a good thing. I mean, Reid won't talk to us about anything. He's still greiving but if she likes him and he likes her, odds are they do, then he might actually be happy. Like spouting statistics like a fountain happy."
"Maybe you're right JJ. You're the woman here, how do we handle this without raising any kind of suscpicion?"
"You hold it out as long as you can. That's how. Maybe we could tell the other to meet up somewhere without them knowing that the other will be there. Then we just have to get lucky."
"Fair enough. Just between us?"
"Just between us." After that, we walked out of the conference room and got even more weird looks from everyone. I didn't mind. I just kept thinking over how Spencer might be happy again. H ewent through hell after Maeve died.
I saw Dani with another woman at the doors of the station. I sat down on her desk and just watched. She glanced back at me, hoping to take the que to handle it. I stood and introduced myself. I led the woman, about 25 years old to the conference room. I found out that she was Lillian Doner. The first victims sister. I sympathized with her and told her that everything was going to be alright. I was about to wrap up when Hotch bursted through the door. "JJ, I need you out here." I excused myself and rose to go see what Hotch wanted. I didn't have to go far. I saw another picture tacked to the board. Another victim. Another family member who I was going to have to explain this too.
~Calla's P.O.V~
JJ took Lillian into the conference room. I found Morgam and asked him to the break room with me. We chatted and I tried to ask him about what he said to JJ a few minutes ago. E just smiled and shrugged it off. Reid walked in after Morgan walked out, a questioning look on his face. He stood across from me in the small break room. He looked me right in the eye, his puppy dog eyes seeing into mine. "D-Dani?" He stuttered out.
"Yeah Reid?"
"Would you..."
"What is it?"
"Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?"
A look of surprised crossed my face. "Sure." I stared at the ground and blushes a deep shade of scarlet. We stood there for another minute in awkward silence. I walked out of the break room to find Agent Rossi still standing around my desk. I walked up to him, the Italian putting a hand on my shoulder. He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "Be careful with him," he whispered, "He's lost someone special to him. Be lucky that he even asked you to dinner. He still hasn't moved on. Be careful"

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Finally, Someone Who Understands (Criminal Minds Fanfiction)
Hayran KurguCalla Daniels. That name can instill fear in many different people. An officer to the San Diego Police Department, this girl can kick some serious ass. Spencer Reid. That name does the total opposite. If you met him on the street, you'd think he's...