Dropped| s.reid

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Brine's POV

"You know you shouldn't be flying." Reid then mumbled to me and I snapped up to look at him. I blinked with confusion. "After being shot you should wait at least a month until you fly, the turbulence could easily rupture the wound, opening again, giving you permeant damage." He rambled on and I tried not to smile, but it was hard. To hide the smile I looking out the window. Sure I wouldn't be allowed to be in the field but I could cover the case from the station.

I didn't glance at him but stuck my head further into the file. Although looking at the pictures made me sick, looking at the then was easier then trying to talk to Reid while he was being rude. I only swallowed. I could tell he was anxious about something and I figured it was the case. He would flinch at the picture of the fetus, but not the women.

"How come you didn't tell me?" I asked him and he tilted his head. We were covering a case about another women who was pregnant, the fetus had been cut from her body. All tall blondes and were single mothers living in apartments. "That you wanted kids." I said crossed my legs and Reid the nodded. He seemed amazed that I had noticed, a small smile played on his face.

"How'd you know?" He asked with a wide smile on his face. Reid's face then flushed red while he looked down at his hands. I then shrugged. Maybe it was because I had been staring at him when I found the chance, or maybe my job.

"You cringed." I said to him and he nodded. "I've never seen you cringe at a case before, I thought it was the women but then I saw that you didn't cringe at the pictures of the women but the babies." I continued and he broke into a small grin. Maybe it was from me figuring it out, like profiler proudness or something. Or maybe it was because I had been paying attention to him.

Now we were silence. Neither of us even glanced away from where our eyes were. I tried to focus my eyes off of him, but I couldn't. I then glanced up at him before moving them back away. He seemed restless, like he wanted to say anything but wasn't sure how to say it.

"Brine I'm sorry about how-"

"Don't worry about it." I whispered. Reid narrowed his eyes as if he was studying art. Something I found was odd because I was not art. I then remembered the time we were in an art museum, he gave the art the same look. And it made my heart swell. But again, I wasn't art.

"I was a jerk-"

"Reid." I said cutting him off once again although I knew he didn't like being cut off, but for some reason a small smile grew on his face when I cut him off. I wasn't sure why but it made me smile too. "Do you want coffee?" I asked him and he pressed his lips. Then Reid nodded.

I walked away from him before scooping a lot of sugar into a cup for him. Filling mine with a splash of cream and two spoon fulls of sugar into mine. Quickly stirring time before making my way back to where Reid was. He gave me a small smile as I set the cup across from him.

"When I was little I had an- um imaginary friend his name was Riley actually my mom thought it was cute but actually it was my imagination, I was having a schizophrenic break- almost." I was first smiling but then my face dropped while he continued.

"You know it's not uncommon for children to have imaginary friends that imagination can make real to us, what I'm trying to say is that I'm actually really sure you were not having a schizophrenic break." I said to him and he then blinked at me. "Reid what I'm trying to say is that it is almost impossible that you had a break that early." I continued to him, grabbing onto his wrist as it shook.

"Thanks but actually natural psychosis says-"

"That its possible. But highly unlikely. Theres a 97% chance of it not happening." I continued to him and he nodded to me. He wasn't believing me. I knew that but I didn't say anything else. "Reid when I was six my dad he had me tested for schizophrenia," I then shook my head with my hands sweating. I dropped his wrists.

"Really?" Reid then asked me and I nodded. "That's odd, usually it's the mother who has the child who-"

"Reid stop." I said shaking my head. "Does it bother you?" I asked him and he titled his head to the side. I had changed the subject once again, so he had become confused. "Going to Vegas." I continued, then he pressed his lips. Reid then seemed like he was almost gasping for air but still breathing just fine.

"Oh, not-not really." Reid stammered out and I swallowed. "The last time I was here on a case I almost put my dad in jail." He continued to me and clenched his own hands around the cup. Reid seemed to resent his father but also seemed guilty about the subject. I had heard about Reid's dad, he seemed like an ass from what I had heard. "It was all misunderstanding." He continued and I smiled.

I stared at him as he talked and I smiled while watching him. I wasn't sure what I wanted to ask him but I knew I wanted go ask him something. The words were right on the tip of my tongue but morning came from my mouth. Then I couldn't stop them as they came pouring from my mouth, the bravest words I had ever said.

"Do you want to go on a date?"

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