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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Jul 31, 2009 11:14:50 GMT -5
Reid watched as Krys did it again on his hand. He payed attention to where she pressed this time. Then he went to her hand. He looked at it for a second then with a half smile he pressed the right muscle, taking the name and spot down in his mind, then he looked up at Krys like a three year old again. "At least your kind of fun isn't busting down doors." He offered thinking of Morgan his next good friend. Of course there was more to Derek Morgan the kicking down doors, he also liked to drink, dance, and party. And he called Reid young.
That's when Krys got quiet again and Reid knew that she was going to say the same thing she had wanted to say before. He looked up at her softly. Something changed in her eyes when he looked into them. And when she said thank you he wasn't 100% sure that's what she had been planing on saying. But he didn't fight it. What she had said was pure enough as it was. Forgetting about her hands in his again he said, "I would never run because of someone's past." He wanted to say more. She hadn't told every part of her past, well he hadn't told every part of his. He didn't tell her his mother was schizophrenic, which was afraid would be his deal breaker. After all the illness was genetic, so what was keeping him from getting it. Sure he was turning 28 in October, and the wind when most people started showing signs was between 15 and 25, there was still a chance. And some times Reid thought that he was going crazy. Then there was his father walking out when he was ten, that would be hard to explain what he had to go through them. And of course the more resent abduction and drug addiction, which was long gone, yet some how Reid worried she wouldn't take it to lightly.
Those thoughts were totally taken out of his head when he heard a familiar voice. Reid's eyes became big when he realized Morgan was going home. He looked at his watch, which was on the outside of his cloths because he hated it on his skin. It was near midnight. Why was he leaving so late. More important was what were they going to do. Reid was painfully aware of Krys' hands now, but didn't want to through them away afraid that it would make Krys think he was embarrassed of her. But in the end he pulled his away, trying to subtle. Then he looked at Morgan and said, "No.. um... just eating ice cream..." he motioned to the mess they had created on the steps. He tried to smile at his partner, but it came out kind of oddly. Looking to Krys he wondered if she was feeling the same way he was, or if it was just him.
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Post by Krys Robin on Jul 31, 2009 11:31:52 GMT -5
"I'm sorry... am I interupting something?"
Krys had been laughing at Derek's joke about the ice cream. Since meeting him she had always found him to be a humorous man, very light hearted despite his strong stature. Most would be intimidated by such a large man but with his personality it was hard to be scared of him. Then again Krys was yet to see him angry or in an interrogation room setting. In there he was probably a whole different beast, but she wasn't worried about such things now. She was more so worried about something else...
"Huh?" She blinked confused finally lowering her eyes down to where Morgan had been looking. In catching what he might be insinuating her eyes widened slightly with recognition. "Oh!" And with that she pulled her hands away somewhat startled at the exact same time as Spencer Reid. Her cheeks actually burned with embarassment. Krys wasn't exactly happy about being caught in a somewhat 'compromising' position, not because she hadn't enjoyed it but because it would no doubt be misinterpreted and Spencer would be teased for it. Then again, was it really misinterpretation? She knew what she had felt just moments ago, it was unmistakable even if she tried to avoid it. She actually hated herself now for liking it.
"No. No. It's not--" Oh gosh. Luckily Spencer seemed to be more on the ball than she was and quickly pointed out the ice cream. This seemed to give Krys the light kick back into her smile where she didn't look alarmed in the slightest, though she did appear a bit breathless. "Spencer and I ran into one another at the ice skating rink." She went on to explain, leaving out the details that he had apparently followed her there. She somehow doubted that Reid would appreciate that being mentioned.
"We were hungry so we decided just to eat and catchup before I go back... Home... Tomorrow." Shoving her hands into her pockets she shifted awkwardly on her feet before looking back to Derek. "Are you just getting out now?" Hopefully if she diverted the topic Derek would forget the position he had walked in on them now. "Want some ice cream? We have some left?" Glancing over her shoulder toward the carton on the stairs she attempted to move toward it.
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Post by Derek Morgan on Aug 3, 2009 15:00:28 GMT -5
Morgan couldn't help but grin and wish that someone besides himself was here to see this. He wondered idly if he could snap a picture of them with his camera phone and send it to Garcia without them noticing, but realized immediatly the chances of that were slim. They'd notice the flash.
He resisted the urge to put the situation into a song, vaguely involving a tree and a baby carraige. He only avoided that because, on a case, he'd like for Reid to still have his back and not encourage the UnSub to shoot him.
A good precaution, it was.
Morgan leaned against the railing, enjoying himself immensly. It wasn't every day that you were /handed/ blackmail material.
"Wait, let me guess, Reid. You're going to tell me that it's not what it looks like." He winked. "If its not what it looks like, then what is it?"
Morgan eyed the ice cream carton with a raised brow, then turned to Krys. "What flavor?"
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Post by Dr. Spencer Reid on Aug 4, 2009 10:46:37 GMT -5
Reid watched the ground nervously, hoping that he story Krys made up, not that she really made it up, was working and Morgan would believe them. Then again something told Reid that finding the two hand in hand wasn't forgotten. Or the fact that they were eating ice cream on the steps of a federal building. Looking up from the ground he watched Morgan, to afraid to look at Krys. Morgan might take the look as something else, then again he could always see the avoidance as more embarrassment at being caught. Caught doing what? having ice cream. Something told Reid, again, that it was more than just having ice cream that they were doing.
Awkwardly shifting by Morgan's question Reid tried to come up with an answer that would satisfy his partner. Slowly he answered, having to start over a couple of times before he could get his voice to work right. "Well... um... when the plane crashed," He begun knowing that there was no way Morgan could fight anything he said about it. "Krys helped me out... she... she was there when I needed her... So I'm repaying her a favor...." he looked at the ice cream and wondered if buying her ice cream and having a good time would work as repaying a favor. Reid wasn't sure he just hoped that Morgan would drop it and go home.
However Krys offered him some ice cream. In Reid's mind that was the stupid thing to do, then again what else was she suppose to say? Maybe it was the smart thing. Trying to push him out would make it seem like they wanted to be alone. But offering him to stay gave him more time to ask questions and see what was going on. All this made Reid's head hurt. He could read a book in ten minutes but trying to keep something that wasn't happening a secret was to much for the genius to handle.
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Post by Krys Robin on Aug 4, 2009 11:23:36 GMT -5
"Wait, let me guess, Reid. You're going to tell me that it's not what it looks like."
"What does it look like?" Krys cast a confused glance between the two friends. Had she missed something? It was like the two of them were speaking in code and while they understood each and every word, Krys was left in the lurch. Though spoken in english she couldn't understand any of it and she wasn't entirely sure if she should be worried, alarmed, or happy though she was willing to bet it'd be one of the first two emotions as opposed to the latter.
Looking back to Derek with a bit if an innocent frown that wreaked of her lack of common sense. "We were just eating ice cream." Was there really any more to it? And would it be terribly awful if she kind have wished there was. But Spencer dashed any of those hopes when he explained he was just repaying her back for a favor on the island. But that got her thinking.
What favor? Spencer had been the most calm out of all those stranded. If anything she should have been repaying him for keeping a cool head! So either Spencer was lying, which frankly he was terrible at, or the events on the island were so misconstruded in his head that he actually found that to be the case! Both scenarios perplexed Krys as she had absolutely no idea how he could think in that manner.
"Yeah, just a favor." She managed to cover up with a forced, weak smile trying her best to laugh it off though inside she felt like someone was kicking her in the gut. "By tomorrow I'll be out of his hair anyways, right Spence?" She looked to the boy wonder with a smile that was trying desperately hard to be helpful. She knew he'd be relieved to have her gone, maybe then he'd get some time to herself. Once again she felt awful for wishing that the complete opposite would be the case. For once she entertained the idea of being missed, because she would most certainly be missing him... And everyone else really..
"What flavor?"
"Neopolitan." Krys offered, bending down to pick up the carton with both of her hands she held it plus a plastic spoon out for Derek. "Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry. All the quintisential flavors." She offered brightly as if it was one of her random facts when really it was just a regular old statement, something that Derek Morgan could clearly see if he read the print on the carton.
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