— I have a gift for you.— Morgan spoke over the phone line.
The gift was Maeve sitting in the back of Morgan's car. But Gideon didn't know that.
— Can't wait for tomorrow?
Yes he could but Morgan wanted to do the same to him when he woke up to Maeve breaking into the BAU. It was still early, after all.
— No. Where can I see you?
— The others have left, but I'm still at the bar.
— Okay. We'll be there in fifteen minutes.
— We?
Morgan doesn't answer, he just smiles even though he knows he can't see him, but enjoying the moment, seconds later he hangs up the call.
—Hey. —Maeve gets Morgan's attention. He only made a sound as a sign that she continued talking.— Could you put some sirens? As if you were arresting me.
Spencer, who was co-pilot, just turns back looking at her like she's crazy.
— We're not cops, Maeve. — Morgan replies.
— That's a no?
— Do you want people to think you've been arrested? — Spencer was still trying to figure out if she had lost her sanity.
— i've never been arrested
— You never got arrested? — Question Morgan incredulous, not believing her.
— I told you that I've been a good girl.
— That is hard to believe, baby. — He says taking a look at her from the rearview mirror.
— I run fast. —Morgan is silent at her answer, seeming to believe at her.— And flirting has set me free several times. — She admits, making the man laugh this time, that was more believable.
Upon arriving at the Bar, the three agents approach the bar where Gideon was, the place was somewhat empty despite the early hour.
Gideon, who had a drink in his hand, thought it might be a very strong drink when he saw Maeve walk in with Morgan and Reid as chaperones.
— Here's your gift. —Says Morgan letting go of the girl's arm.
— One Martini please. — The girl asks, leaning on the bar talking to the bartender.
— Is fifteen years old, don't give her anything. — Morgan answers before they bring her drink.
— I'm twenty two! —She yells as she watches the man walk away from them. She finished with a resigned shrug.— I can live without knowing the taste of martini.
Reid's brows creased, Gideon just raised them, and rubbed his temple.
— Well, I'm glad to know Maeve is real and I'm not just hallucinating her.
— Gideon, Bro! How have you been loca ?— Maeve asks wrapping her arms around the older man's shoulders..
— Is she drunk? —He questions the above looking at Morgan.
— I-
— No. It's like that naturally. — Reid responds before his friend does, then turns his back and disappears from everyone's field of vision, walking away.
— I talk too much when I'm nervous. . .— She lowers the arm that was holding Gideon with.
— Maeve, what are you doing here?
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Fanfiction𝓬𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 It is the story of Maeve Hunter, A girl who has dealt with her life on the streets manages to enter the BAU unexpectedly, There Maeve meets Spencer Reid, the BAU's kid, Experiencing confusing emotions for her, Spencer...
