my mind is a trap

"It’s nice that you’ve got self-confidence. i can dig that."

"You — you can? That’s good to… Good to know."

"Yeah, any knowledge is good knowledge."

"That's true. I like how you think," Spencer smirked slightly.

"I’m just fussy,"  Garcia kept on walking, "I think that coffee should have a flavor other than weak vending machine water and 10 year old beans,"  It was the truth.  Garcia would drink almost any kind of coffee other than what came out of the vending machines.

"That's fair," he shrugged, following her with a small smile on his lips. "Although Starbucks is, like, eighty per cent more expensive than the over-all cost of machine coffee. But, y'know, if you'd rather spend four dollars on a coffee, excluding gas prices, then that's up to you," Spencer reasoned, lips upturning in a slight smirk.

"It’s nice that you’ve got self-confidence. i can dig that."

"You -- you can? That's good to... Good to know."

Send me "I hate you" and see how my muse reacts

+prentiss-comma-emily entered the bullpen.

Spencer stared at the gun, unblinking, undeterred. His lips stretched into a small smile upon hearing her voice, as he leaned back into the couch, relaxing as much as he could in such a situation. “My sanity is debatable, but irrelevant — although I appreciate your concern,” he nodded, “But you wouldn’t have shot me. First day of training, very first thing we learnt; don’t shoot unless you’re given reason. You weren’t given reason,” he shrugged, wrinkling his nose, before stuffing his hands into his pockets, and straightening his legs. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips, and he nodded. “It’s a five way split between the whole team, bar Hotch. He was the only one too stubborn to have hope,” he confirmed, his voice sombre now. Clearing his throat, he forced his smile to broaden. “So, uh, how’ve you been? Y’know, aside from 'dead'.”

His lack of reaction bothered her just a little bit, mostly because her training was a bit more on the ‘shoot now, ask later’ spectrum these days. She couldn’t help but think about the possible people that may have followed in his footsteps and located her. She was not ready to deal with a potential firefight, let alone deal with someone she loved being hurt. This was precisely why she ‘died’ in the first place. “I think you forget that I don’t technically work for the FBI anymore,” she smirked darkly. A death certificate is a pretty solid way to leave a job. Emily holstered her gun, sighing slightly as she sat in the chair across from the couch - rubbing her eyes as she thought about his being there. It was amazing to see her friend, but it also worried the hell out of her. Clearing her throat a bit, she wondered if she should tell him that the reason Hotch probably didn’t join in was because he had known she wasn’t deceased the entire time. He didn’t know where she was, but he knew. “Scared,” she answered honestly. No use in sugar coating it now, she was much too tired. And confused, she had to ask, “Why did you come?”

He swallowed, hard, but the lump in his throat stayed put. He had to maintain composure -- he was a rock, solid and unbreakable. As long as he could convince Emily of that, then he was in the clear. At least, his reputation was. But it was all broken upon hearing those words, that reminder. "And I think that you forget exactly what you left," Reid shrugged, voice cracking as he spoke. He paused, closing his eyes for a moment, calming himself internally, as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Slowly, he nodded, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he thought about his answer. He was conflicted -- to lie, or not to lie? Of course, it wouldn't exactly be wrong for him to do so, all being considered... "Because I needed to know it wasn't true. I needed --... I needed to know that you weren't... So JJ knew?" he asked, changing the subject as swiftly as he could; there was a glint of anger in his eyes, his expression pained. There were so many questions to which he needed answers.

i’m sorry that i keep promoting people but yeah it’s my friend and she’s pretty damn rad