Ineffable - S.REID

02

・゜゜・．TEN MINS LATER  .・゜゜・

Hotch, Morgan, Prentiss and Reid, all watched through the two sided mirror as Clara talked to the suspect. All four of them were quiet, just taking in everything unfolding in front of them and most wondering where she had been this entire time. She almost seemed too good at the job to be real - not many people before her had pulled such a feat on their first day.

"She's good," Morgan commented, filling the silence as Clara had stopped talking and was instead watching as Boyd wrote on the paper before him. Hotch only nodded, brow furrowed and eyes unblinking. Though Spencer could have sworn he saw the slightest flicker of amusement pulling his facial muscles.

"Weirdly good, are you sure she hasn't done this job before?" Prentiss responded apprehensively, watching as Boyd handed over his dinged and dated confession with her having to put in minimal work considering how long they had all collectively questioned criminals before.

"I'd assume that from her experience with criminals she knows how their minds work to such an extent that she can easily manipulate them."

Morgan chuckled, "Yeah okay, pretty boy."

They silenced as the door unlocked and Clara walked through, confession in hand, locking the door behind her just in case. She, as had been instructed beforehand, handed the confession to Hotch. He looked it over, ensuring that they had all the correct information and the document was legal, then nodded. Clara smiled softly at the victory of her signed confession then left the integration rooms in search of her bag and the book that lay within it.

-

"I heard the newbie figured it all out?" Garcia's voice traveled through Spencer's phone as he stood in the back of the plane, waiting for it to be ready to take off. There had been some sort of complication preventing their take off and just as he had been about to go and grab himself a cup of coffee, Garcia had rung.

He smiled, glancing in Clara's direction, "Yeah she did."

"Suspicious, no?"

Spencer, for once, fell into silence as he deciphered Garia's tone of voice and hidden meanings. "Did you look her up?" Part of him was curious, given he couldn't find anything before, but the majority wanted to respect her privacy and find out whatever she had found from the woman herself.

"I might have looked into someone's hidden background... What? I am not gonna let some strange new person travel with my family and not find out who they are. You know she was undercover for three years? Drug world, Mafia all sorts. Insider trading and everything, all to take down the one main guy and disband it all. And she succeeded. Seems like that would be alot of trauma, perhaps personality altering things?"

He cleared his throat, ducking behind the doorway to hide from Clara as she had just looked up from her book with the distinct feeling that someone had been looking at her creeping up the back of her spine. "Well, she seems fine."

"What is that in your voice?"

"What's what in my voice?" he queried, glad to see that the coffee had finally finished brewing.

Garcia gasped, sending panic straight to Spencer's mind, "Oh, my God, you think she's pretty."

"What? I never said that," he pressed, the pitch of his voice soaring higher despite his efforts to hide it.

She laughed, "You totally do. P.G. out, lover boy."

As Garcia hung up the phone, he placed it back into his pocket then quickly made a cup of coffee for himself. Whilst stirring in the sugar, he looked up and his gaze just happened to fall onto a yawning Clara as she read her book. Without even thinking, he made her one too and placed lids on the both of them to make sure they would not spill during take off.

Spencer, following a second's doubt in himself, walked over and sat opposite her. "Two sugars, no cream," he spoke softly as he placed the coffee cup on the table in front of her.

"You remembered?" she laughed softly, placing the slip of paper within her book before she let it sit on her lap. She continued as she picked up the cup, "I feel awful for not remembering you right away now."

"I have an eidetic memory so I don't forget anything, " he rambled quickly then realized himself and cleared his throat, forcefully stopping himself from talking too much. "So you shouldn't feel bad."

"Oh of course you do," she replied as if that was something she had been struggling to figure out for a while. Unlike the usual tone of that comment, Spencer found absolutely no distaste towards the comment, no he actually rather enjoyed finally meeting someone who saw his memory for what he thought it was. "And thanks for trusting me earlier, people usually think I'm just piecing together the wrong things the first few times I have one of those moments," she continued softly, glancing around to make sure no one else heard and would therefore doubt her ability in the future.

"I trusted your thought process," he shrugged subtly, the red cardigan which he wore shifted ever so slightly but he was quick to fix it. Clara smiled thankfully and suddenly the plane turned to life. Everyone on the plane buckled and silenced themselves for take off, Clara and Spencer both turning to their books.

About twenty minutes later, when everything felt settled again, Clara struck up a conversation again with another question that had been on her mind since the first time he had been formally introduced to her. "What Doctorate do you have?"

He too bookmarked his page then put the book down on the table in front of the two of them. Her eyes glanced over the title quickly then flickered back up to his, wanting to show him that he had her full attention. She sensed he did not receive a lot of that. "Chemistry, engineering and Mathematics. I also hold B.A's in Sociology, Psychology and I'm currently working on Philosophy."

"Wow," she marveled, far too distracted by his prideful expression to see the faint blush that crossed his cheeks."That's incredible...Which is your favourite, or is it too difficult to choose?"

He paused for thought, genuinely taking the time to deliberate her question, "It's too difficult to choose," he responded at a mere whisper, wary of those that had already fallen asleep around them. Quiet fell on them again but this time neither picked up a book. Clara stared out of the plane window, watching the clouds float past whilst Spencer distracted himself with his own thoughts.

After what must have been five minutes, Clara suddenly turned with such a smile pulling at the corners of her lips despite her efforts to hide it away. "You still carry that Chess board around with you?" she asked hopefully.

He almost instantly picked the set from his bag and set it on the table in front of them. "I am not going to let you win this time."

She scoffed jokingly and began to tie back her dark brown sporadic curls, "Let me win?"

-

Clara laughed and chatted to JJ as they walked into the BAU, discussing the more entertaining aspects of life outside of work. According to JJ and a throw away comment from Prentiss, they often frequented a rather interesting bar after a longer day at work. "We should invite Garcia, I'm sure she's dying to meet you," JJ commented as they both passed through the double glass doors. Clara laughed somewhat nervously and suddenly, as if conjured by the mention of her name, a lovely smiling lady appeared in front of her. She absolutely radiated happiness as she stood in front of Clara, octopus mug filled with tea in hand.

"Speaketh and she shall appear. Hi! Penelope Garcia," she introduced, hand extended to greet Clara. She was quick to survey Garcia, getting an accurate picture of her personality and all around vibe. She thought a compliment on her nails would definitely arise later in the evening but she thought it too forward for a first meeting.

Clara took Garcia's hand and shook it, smiling softly, "Clara Davia, nice to finally meet you." Comfort in her situation and her workplace began to mull in the back of her mind, a feeling which she greatly welcomed.

Garcia now looked at JJ, still smiling brightly, "Did I hear something about drinks?"