Ineffable - S.REID

08

・゜゜・．THE FOLLOWING DAY .・゜゜・

To watch someone, for even a minute, is a way to view their soul. It is not something that many people stop to do yet if they did, they would quickly find out so much more about the ones that they loved. The microexpressions of focus alone would be enough to fill a thick novel. Clara had always thought that people watching was a way to better understand the person, so she did it often but not so that it became creepy. Just a sly glance every now and again, unless that someone she was watching was speaking.

As Spencer took the watchers through the profile she could not help but watch his micro expressions. She watched and appreciated the seriousness of his eyes, the creases to the side of them that formed when he read too much in a day. She looked over and noticed the discrete smile that flooded to his lips when he talked about something about the profile that he had come up with from a lead that looked like absolutely nothing to everyone else. She flicked back to his eyes and this time noticed the color of them, the deep brown practically enticed her in. It had always been said that the eyes were the gateways to the soul and she wanted nothing more than to meet his true internal self.

A split second occurred where his gaze caught hers and he briefly lost all train of thought, having to glance back at the board behind him to find himself again. As he turned back around, Clara made the distinct effort to not look too close to his eyes and instead looked at his hair. It had gotten much too long due to excess work hours where they all hardly had the time to breathe let alone fit in an hour long haircut. Due to the length, the curls that were usually messy but perfect became rather unruly but somehow she thought he still managed to pull it off - that being a rather loose term that didn't quite fully explain her thoughts to their full extent.

And the jumper he wore looked so comfortable and cozy that she briefly almost felt the need to pull it off his back and steal it for herself. But she quickly decided that would be stepping over the line greatly and smiled at the crooked tie that he almost always seemed to have no matter how much he tried to change the placement. It was one of the smaller things that she had noticed early on yet loved entirely.

"He is so goddamn beautiful," she accidently muttered to herself, without even realizing she had done so.

"Might want to say that in your head next time, pumpkin," Garcia whispered back, having been leaning so close to Clara that she heard every word. She had come along to the case for whatever reason Hotch had given her that morning, Clara had no idea what it was but she wasn't exactly going to complain.

Pure embarrassment lit her cheeks a tell tale red, her throat thickening with panic as she turned to Garcia who just looked at her knowingly. She knew that there wasn't much point in lying to her or trying to come up with some fake story that would get her best friend off her back "Don't say a word... please?"

"Consider it forgotten," Garcia smiled reassuringly and whilst Clara was instantly comforted, she did see just a glimpse of mischief behind her friends eyes that would not be forgotten anytime soon. But she trusted her with her life and thus believed that she would not tell a soul. "Though you should tell him that."

"Yeah yeah," Clara chuckled under her breath, sighing softly as she crossed her arms over herself and leant back on the wall behind them.

"Are we going out for drinks after this case?" Pen whispered back hopefully, finding that after this case a drink was more than necessary to settle that discomfort that always settled in her mind at the more gory things. She wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by the people she loved and the drinks were just something to add to that indescribable fun.

She did not hesitate for a second before she responded, "Absolutely."

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Emily grinned as she approached the table carrying four drinks whilst a rather skeevy looking man followed behind her. If it was not for the look on her face, concern would be the first thing brought to Clara's mind. "Ladies this is Brad, a real FBI agent," she introduced with a hint of sarcasm to her voice that the man would not catch but they certainly did - not that they would have needed to to figure out the joke.