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"I don't do blind dates," You huffed, crossing your arms against your chest and leaning back.
Emily rolled her eyes, "I distinctly remember that one time you forced me to call you and pretend like your mother had just died. All so that you could get out of one blind date."
"Ah yes. And that one blind date is the whole reason why I won't go on another one again." You shuttered dramatically, "C'mon Em, you know that I hate going on dates."
"I'm well aware of the fact that my favorite person in the whole world is single. Look, I'm just trying to help."
"Are you talking about me?" Penelope pouted, almost spilling her coffee as she sat down next to you.
"No, Em is trying to convince me to go on a blind date with some guy," You plucked a chip from your lunch and munched on it, all while giving Emily a hard glare.
"You should do it!"
"Thank you! That's what I've been trying to tell her." The cocky, black haired woman smirked.
Groaning, you sat up, "In case you both forgot, look at what we do. We work for the BAU and we barely have anytime to ourselves. The only males that I waste my days with are murders. And after that, my vibrator."
The two females began to giggle amongst themselves and their attention to something behind you. Frowning, you turned around to see the blushing red face of your teammate, Doctor Spencer Reid. He looked flustered, making an awkward smile and slightly waving.
"Should I - uh - I'm going to go."
You scoffed, turning back to your friends as you watched him leave so he wouldn't overhear anything else. He already knew too much as is. You didn't need him to have any knowledge about your sex life either.
Or rather, lack thereof.
"Correction," Penelope chuckled, lifting her mug so that it covered her smile. "You spend just as much of your time with us and Spencer."
"And Hotch, Rossi, and Morgan too. What are you getting at, Penny?"
"We work together. We have the same work hours. We live relatively close to each other," You pretended to count on your fingers. "Oh, and let's not forget that we hate each other's guts. Right, because that would make for a perfect relationship!"
"I'm just saying that it wouldn't be the worst match ever made. And there is no logical reason for you both to hate each other so much."
You picked at the dirt under your nails, "I'm allowed to hate him. He, however, has no reason to hate me."
"You ignore half the things he says!" Penelope exclaimed, her glasses almost falling off her face.
