Clara is at the BAU, the team currently on a case so she's under Penelope watch.
"Hey, uh... is-- is it cool if I go hang out with a friend? Get some dinner, maybe see a movie?" Clara asks.
"A friend!" Penelope excitedly gasps. "You made a new friend? What's their name? Are they nice? Do you want me to do a background check on them?"
"You, uh... already did." Clara quietly says. Penelope's eyes almost pop out of their sockets.
"The friend is Landon?" The blonde questions.
"Maybe." Clara mumbles with a small wince and Penelope gasps.
"But you finished the project last week." She suddenly gasps. "Is it a date?" She excitedly asks.
"What? No. No, it's not a date." Clara groans. "Just-- look, can I go? Please?"
"Of course. Of course, my love. But if he dares to try to touch a beautiful hair on your gorgeous head, call me and I'll call Reid and Prentiss and they'll be there with guns quicker than you can say "snickerdoodle.""
"I-- yeah, I know. They're the speed of cheetahs. Got it." Clara says.
"I want all the details when you get back." Penelope says.
"I, uh... I'll think about it." Clara says.
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"No, that's so weird." Clara giggles, a disgusted look on her face.
"Pickles and peanut butter is delicious." Landon argues.
"That-- mm-mm." She shakes her head. "That's some weird ass pregnancy craving thing."
"Then I guess I'm 15 years pregnant." Landon sighs, popping the peanut butter covered pickle in his mouth. Clara watches him with a disgusted look. "Don't knock it till you try it." He spread peanut butter on a pickle and holds it out to her.
"Uh... I'm allergic." Clara says.
"To peanut butter or pickles?" Landon asks.
"Pickles." Clara says.
"Wait, shit, seriously?" Landon murmurs, a small frown on his face.
"If it gets you to keep that far away from me, yeah." Clara states and Landon rolls his eyes.
"Whatever. Live in ignorance, fine with me. I'll keep hanging out with you, I guess." Landon lets out a dramatic sigh.
"You poor thing." Clara mockingly pouts.
"It's a hard knock life." Landon tsks.
Clara rolls her eyes, her lips twitching up into a small smile.
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"It's not a date." Clara groans.
"Are we sure? Cause if it's a date, then I definitely need to meet him by now." Spencer says.
"Dad, you don't need to meet anybody. I'm fine. He's fine. We're fine." Clara says.
"I'm your father, you're a minor, I'm required to meet anybody you socialize with on a regular basis." Spencer states.
"When did that become a thing?" Clara huffs.
"The day you were born." Spencer states. "And it was intensified between all the times you got kidnapped, the custody battle with your mom, the terrible people you went to parties with, and Isabelle's extremely rude mother. There's not a word to describe that woman."
"There is, actually -- bitch." Clara says.
"Well, I'm not saying that word and neither should you." Spencer says.
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never grow up, criminal minds
Fanfiction[ criminal minds -- seasons 1-15 ] Clara Reid Stand Alone: Never Grow Up I DO NOT own Criminal Minds, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.
