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You Still Own Barbies?

Reid knew their faces were closer than they had ever been. Morgan's lips looked so kissable and so the doctor licked his own subconsciously as he was afraid to look away from them, he didn't want this moment to be over. Nervously, he looked up into Derek's warm eyes and watched as his eyes trailed up to meet his own. Reid couldn't help but question if Morgan been staring at his lips too.

"Morgan I," Spencer started, not wanting to do anything they could possibly regret later. Morgan was still, to Reid's understanding, straight and the doctor wasn't planning to be Morgan's experimental trial run.

"I uh, I think you got it," Morgan pulled away as if something had burned him, looking away and clearing his throat. Spencer bit down on his lip, trying his best not to feel hurt but it wasn't really working. Reid didn't know what he was expecting but he had expected too much.

"Yeah, thanks," the doctor replied, looking back at the chowmein.

"Uh, give me a second, I'll be back," Morgan disappeared into a hallway. Spencer felt his eyes sting and he internally scolded himself. How could he have thought that Morgan would've wanted to actually kiss him? For a genius he sure felt dumb. Deciding it was best he didn't embarrass himself any further nor make Morgan any more uncomfortable and possibly do something to put their friendship in jeopardy, Spencer figured it was time to take his leave. Clearing his throat, he picked up his messenger bag, writing a short note and leaving it on the island before opening the door and leaving, calling a cab on the way out.

To his impeccable luck, it was raining. Reid worried his lip and decided to just forget the cab and walk home instead. It wasn't too far and a walk would be good to clear his head. He had to realize and understand that it wasn't going to work out between Morgan and him and he definitely need to move on because Morgan does not like men nor is he interested in them in any way. He liked women and everything they have to offer which is more than what Spencer had. 

Reid swallowed a lump in his throat as he turned the corner. He felt ridiculous for feeling so sensitive over things like these. He felt that he shouldn't cry but that didn't stop the tears from escaping and rolling down his cheeks. He wiped them away though it didn't even matter as the salty substance only mixed in with the large raindrops falling over him. Spencer was soaked from head to toe but it didn't really bother him. It was refreshing compared to the heat Spencer's body was radiating and how hot his face felt. He felt stupid for thinking that something would ever happen between the two agents.

Tears continued to sprout from the rims of his eyes, free falling onto the sidewalk. Spencer hadn't noticed how far he had gotten nor how long it had been since he started walking but he was only a block away from his apartment complex. The doctor grasped the strap of his bag tighter as he walked closer. The text came in as he was about to open the door to his building.

Sorry to ruin Friday night, but we got a case. See you in a bit.

Calling back the cab he had canceled earlier, Spencer waited a few minutes in the pouring rain for it to arrive. He could've waited inside but perhaps it'd help wash away any emotional residue he had left before arriving at the BAU. Reid didn't want anyone noticing that he had been indeed crying like a baby, especially not Morgan. The cab arrived shortly and he instructed the driver where to go before relaxing back in his seat and attempting to comb through his hair so he wouldn't look a complete mess when he arrived.

Reid rushed inside in hopes to get there before anyone else, not wanting to make an entrance. That'd be the cherry to the top of his shit sundae. Unfortunately, the stupid cherry plopped over his head as everyone stared at the young doctor once he entered the conference room.

"Reid, why are you so wet? Did you walk here?" Emily asked. Reid shook his head, stopping quickly when water droplets flung around the room.

"No, I uh, I just got caught in the rain earlier," he answered, avoiding Morgan's obvious gaze.

"My poor baby," Garcia rushed over and handed her large poncho that had been previously perched on her shoulders.

"Thanks," Reid nodded and slipped it over his head. He looked like a pink and purple, flowery wet dog though he thought it was best to not look into a mirror for his own sake.

"Okay, let's begin," she scurried back towards the front of the room. "Four women were just found in the same park, covered entirely from head to toe in a sort of chemical which glossed them over. It's yet to be identified. They were dressed up, both hair and makeup were done perfectly along with the perfect manicure. Not a scratch or ligature mark was found on their bodies, at least from what they could see," Garcia introduced.

"Were they glossed over together or as individuals?" Morgan asked.

"Individually, each with a different pose," she nodded. Reid frowned and his brain whirred to life, thinking of different possibilities and imperative questions. Why the different poses? Was the unsub perhaps replicating a dollhouse?

"They look doll-like, what if he's replicating a sort of dollhouse?" Reid pointed out, inspecting the photos on the iPad.

"Maybe, it looks like it," Hotch nodded.

"Have the victims been identified?" Emily asked, looking up from the file.

"If you can count Jane Doe as a name," she sighed sadly.

"They don't look over thirty in which would make sense if they're supposed to represent dolls in which case they would need to be young," the doctor continued his theory, scrolling through the rest of the short file.

"How long ago we're they discovered?" Rossi asked.

"A few hours ago," she informed.

"Wheels up in thirty," Hotch stated as he picked up his files. Everyone began getting up and Morgan stood, beginning to walk in Spencer's direction and the doctor immediately left the room. A confrontation in front of the rest of the team really isn't something he'd like to have.

"Reid, wait," he called out. The young agent continued walking.

"Actually Morgan I'm soaked and I need to change. No time for that," Reid answered as he picked up his go bag from under his desk and rushed into the bathroom to change. He shivered as he peeled off the wet clothing from his skin. On the jet ride there, they were all fully briefed once they had identified all four victims. Reid sat close to Hotch and Emily, avoiding any and all contact with Morgan. They didn't need this to interfere with their case.

"You were right Reid, all victims were 25," Hotch nodded. "They were all also almost exactly alike because they were also all blondes with blue eyes."

"This twisted weirdo makes me wanna throw out all my Barbies," Garcia shuddered on screen.

"You still own Barbies?" Emily laughed.

"Of course I do, Ms. Goth. You may have drawn on their faces but I liked to play with them and comb their hair," she huffed.

"Hey, I did not draw on their faces!" Emily exclaimed but everyone turned to look at her. "Okay maybe a little, they were too perky and blonde," she shrugged.

"I never owned Barbies," JJ shrugged with a smile.

"Please, you probably owned a barbie house with the rest of the family, the mansion, and the pink plastic car," Morgan laughed and Hotch even smiled.

"Shut up, Morgan," JJ rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. Reid cleared his throat louder than intended, causing everyone to look at him.

"Sorry," he mumbled, blushing. It was a five-hour flight to Los Angeles and Spencer had no idea how he was going to be able to escape him in a confined space for that long unless he feigned being asleep. Reid tried his hardest to fall asleep which turned out to be easier than he thought. After all, it was time for much-needed rest.