FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

XVIII

As Reid drove down the street I googled a couple of restaurants.

"You have no idea where we're going do you?" His eyes darted between me and the road, a mischievous smile growing across his face as I narrowed my eyes back at him. It was obvious I didn't have much of a plan, but given my stubborn nature I wasn't about to admit that. Instead of responding, I adjusted my body so he couldn't see my phone and continued looking.

"Let's just get a drink," Reid suggested.

I rested my head on the back of the seat, letting out a sigh of defeat as I turned off my phone and threw it on my lap. I looked over in his direction and pouted. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. We can go to that pub on first that Morgan always talks about."

I scrunched up my face. "What if he's there?"

Reid shook his head as he stared at the car in front of him. As he pulled up the car in moved and both cars wheeled with the flow of traffic. "Hotch has them doing extra paperwork at the office tonight."

"Because you're not there?" I asked.

He licked his lips and glanced over with a nod. I could tell he felt pretty guilty about it. Reid loved his job and while he knew he needed to be away from it for a while it was obvious he wasn't too fond of the idea.

"Well, their loss is my gain." I smiled.

He smiled back. At that point his mood seemed to lift, because without a second thought he reached for the sound system and turned the dial. Since his car was so old the system itself was basically just a worn down cassette player with an adapter in it. He grabbed the chord that attached, handing it over me.

"You're giving me permission to use the AUX chord?" I gave him a fake look of surprise, which caused him to snort. I took his response as a yes and plugged my phone in, immediately opening up Spotify.

While the car moved forward I looked through my library, trying to figure out the perfect song for the occasion. I narrowed my eyes at the screen of my phone, biting my lip as I concentrated on the various songs and artists that flowed through my line of vision. As I stared down I saw Reid holding back a smile out of the corner of my eye, his gaze still locked onto the road.

When I found the perfect one I let out a triumphant, "Aha!" As the familiar intro crackly rolled through the speakers I happily leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes.

"You like Frank Sinatra?" Reid asked.

"I love Sinatra," I sighed.

"In 1938, Sinatra was arrested in New Jersey for seduction."

I widened my eyes and looked over at him sadly. "Seriously?"

"He was later charged for adultery when it was determined that the woman was actually married."

"Awe, Frank," I frowned.

"His son, Frank Sinatra Jr. was also kidnapped and held for ransom in the sixties."

I crossed my arms over my chest, glancing at the traffic ahead.

"I never wouldn't guessed you liked his music," Reid pointed out.

I chuckled. "What would you have guessed?"

He shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. "Something more modern maybe. Based on your personality traits I'd lean towards something a little bit more upbeat and heavy. Something from the rock genre, maybe?" He glanced in my direction and cocked his brow.