After getting off the phone with Issac I grabbed my room key and left the hotel. I hadn't eaten all day and as tempting as it was to just get room service, I figured a nice walk around the city might clear my head.

As I walked, I searched up a couple of local places on my phone, scanning through the various reviews as I dashed across the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. While looking through, I found a decent number of places that caught my eye, licking my lips at the thought of trying any of them. In the end, despite a fair amount of debate, I settled on Justin's, which was a small cafe on Ashley St about a mile away.

I pocketed my phone with a sigh and began my journey. It'd been a while since I'd taken a walk, which was strange because I used to walk everywhere. Living so close to work was pretty beneficial and while I missed the simplicity of it I was still thankful for the living situation I was in now. Luke was a great roommate and dealt with a lot of my shit. From the second I met him I knew he was a decent guy, but after spending the amount of time I did with him, I soon realized he was borderline perfect. On top of being one of the most hard working people I ever met, he was also very open. Often times when we'd hang out together we'd end our nights talking about life and what it had to offer. 

The more I thought about him the more curious I got about the whole ex girlfriend situation he was caught up in. Instead of wondering further though, I narrowed my eyes and grabbed my phone to call him.

"Hey, what's up?" His chipper voice rang through my ears, causing me to smile.

"Hey, nothing much. Just, uh, getting some food. What's up with you?"

"Taking a break. I stayed up all night working out some kinks for a deadline I got this week." He let out a long yawn. "How's the case going?"

"Well, uh, everyone sort of found out about the kid I'm currently housing." I chuckled.

"Yikes."

"Yeah. Hotch was pretty pissed so right now I'm kind of steering clear of the team for a while."

"Spencer is too?" He questioned.

"Nah. Team needs him whether they like it or not right now, so he's probably at the station studying away like a madman." I brushed back a piece of loose hair behind my ear, turning my attention to the road, which was filled to the brim with cars.

"Have you solved the puzzle, yet?"

"Sort of." I shrugged. "We got a confession from a witness, but the guy's currently missing." I let out a heavy sigh and slowed my pace as I arrived at a crosswalk. Before moving further I looked both ways, scanning the heavy traffic, which ultimately stopped for me to cross. I raised my hand at the front row of cars, giving them a little head nod as I jogged to the other side of the side, immediately slowly my pace once I was off the road again.

"Does that happen a lot?" Luke asked curiously.

"What? Unsubs disappearing?" I raised my brow.

"Yeah."

"I mean, sometimes. Most of the time it takes a bit of time to catch them, but if we're careful enough they typically stay pretty stagnant."

"Hm, interesting." Luke was always curious about our cases, which was fine with me, because I loved talking about them. I could spend hours listing off various facts and statistics about human behaviour and what we did to manipulate it.

"How's Andy?" I bit my lip to hold back a smirk as I rounded the corner of the street and directed my body away from a group of kids who were speeding down the sidewalk. As they passed, they laughed hysterically, rushing through the crowds of people who were out and about despite how late it was.

"So, that's why you called me." He laughed.

"Um no," I retorted sarcastically, "I called to ask how you were and then while you were talking I remembered the fact that when I left this morning she was standing in our kitchen helping you with breakfast."

"She definitely wasn't helping. She's a horrible cook," he said jokingly.

I rolled my eyes at his deflection. "Okay, anyway, what's going on there?"

Luke let out a heavy sigh, remaining silent for a little while, until eventually he started his explanation. According to him, while the two of them were still very much interested in each other things were also complicated. Andy, unlike him, was still on the fence about whether of not she wanted to relocate. Apparently, not only did she get the green light for this job, but another firm in New York wanted her, claiming she'd be a powerful asset. After I left the two of them talked everything over, but ultimately came to a stand still in the end.

"So, she's got no idea what she wants," I concluded. At this point I was a block or so away from my destination, which made my stomach grumble loudly. I clutched it instinctively, frowning at the thought of having to wait another second.

"Nope," Luke replied. He was obviously pretty disappointed, which was to be expected. Based on the few conversations we'd had about Andy it was obvious to me that she was his everything. Like me, he'd made a mistake and lost her, just like I had with Reid, so I had a pretty decent grasp on how he was feeling.

"Would you consider moving with her?" I asked. "I know last time you said you weren't necessarily ready to do that, but that was a month ago and a lot can change in that time."

"I don't know," he sighed, "I want to say I would, but I also don't want to make a mistake, you know?"

"Oh, I know," I responded with a laugh. As I did, I made my way through the final crosswalk, basically jogging the rest of the way to the restaurant. When I got outside I sniffed the air, letting out a deep sigh as I reached for the door and wandered inside. "Hey, I'm just about to order food. Can I call you back?"

"I'm probably gonna head to bed to be honest, but call me in the morning if you haven't been reinstated."

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't kicked off the team, Luke."

"Not yet," he joked.

I hung up after that, shaking my head as I walked to the back of the line and pocketed my phone. The restaurant itself was set up buffet style and as I scanned the various options of food I felt my mouth begin to water.

Thanks to the set up the line moved pretty quickly and when it was finally my turn I opted for fried chicken with a side of mac and cheese. The lady behind the counter filled my plate to the brim, smiling once she realized how excited I looked. I licked my lips at the sight and moved to the cash register, pulling out a twenty and telling her to keep the change. As I left to find a table she gave me a head nod, thanking me for the tip.

The second the food hit my tongue I was in heaven. Up until this point I guess I hadn't fully grasped how hungry I truly was, because the next thing I knew I had an empty plate in front of me. I let out a groan and leaned back in my seat, reaching for a stack of napkins which I used to wipe the grease from my hands and mouth. For me, fried chicken was one of those foods that was pretty hit and miss, but this definitely blew it out of the ballpark.

Instead of getting up and rushing back to the hotel I took a couple of minutes to relax, feeling the food I'd just consumed settle at the base of my stomach. Lazily, I slouched in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest as I gazed out the window of the building out of curiosity. It was nearly ten and while I figured Reid was still working the case pretty hard I was genuinely surprised he hadn't called me yet. Now that I was carrying his child he'd become a lot more attached, constantly contacting me to make sure I was okay whenever he had to pull himself away.

At that moment I just decided to call him. I adjusted myself in my seat, pulling my phone from my back pocket with a groan as I dialled his number and waited patiently for an answer. As I did I scanned the bodies that walked by the window.

Unsurprisingly, he answered pretty quickly, the sound of his heavy breathing hitting the base of my ear loudly. I cringed at the volume of the sound, pulling the phone from my ear as I heard him ask if I was alright and if I needed anything.

"I'm fine," I chuckled. "I was just calling to check up on you."

"Oh, uh, I'm good. We're good." His nerves seemed to settle at the sound of my voice, which made me smile.

"Good. I left the hotel for a bit to grab some food, but I'm heading back now. You think it's cool if I stop at the station or is Hotch still kinda... bleh?" I stuck out my tongue, making a sound of disgust as I crossed one leg over the other.

"He's better. We talked it over and while he's still pretty frustrated that we didn't sign off on some things he's willing to look past it for the sake of the case."

I let out a sigh of relief. Even though Hotch was a bit of a hard ass I always knew he had a soft spot for me. "I'll grab a cab and head over there now?" I suggested.

"Sounds good." I could hear the smile in his voice, which caused my heartbeat to quicken.

"Oh, uh, have you guys eaten yet?"

"No. Everyone's been too busy." Reid groaned.

I glanced over at the buffet line, which had greatly diminished in length. "I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Okay, see you soon."

"I love you." I smiled.

"Love you."

After I hung up I made a b-line for the back of the line and grabbed my wallet. I took a quick peek inside, thumbing through the few bills I had left before letting out a sigh and pulling out my credit card. When it was my turn to order I ended buying nearly two hundred dollars worth of food, which despite knowing it was for a good cause made me want to cry. I didn't like spending money all that much, so when it came down to purchasing bigger things I often had to fight myself for days in order finally give in.

As I left, the woman behind the counter thanked me again, watching with a wide smile as I wandered out onto the sidewalk to hail a cab. Awkwardly, I clutched the bag of togo boxes against my chest and moved towards the edge of the road, scanning the large volume of vehicles that passed by. I held my hand up a couple of times, reaching out so that they could see me as I fumbled to keep hold of all the food. Unfortunately the first couple had already been taken, but eventually one pulled up in front of me. I slid into the back seat, breathing heavily as I carefully placed the food beside me. The cab driver eyed me from the rearview mirror, asking where I'd like to go as I threw on my seatbelt and responded. At that point he turned on the metre and went forward, merging into traffic no problem.

It took about twenty minutes to get to the station. Once parked, I handed the driver the rest of the bills in my wallet and got out, giving him a friendly wave as he went on his way. As he pulled out of the parking lot I turned on my heel and went inside, flashing warm smiles at all the officers I passed who thankfully still recognized me.

When I got to the office I gripped the food tightly as I pushed open the door. The second I entered all eyes were on me, which made me slightly nervous. At this point I wasn't entirely sure who was mad and who wasn't.

Reid's mouth widened excitedly as he stood up and waltzed to my side. He planted a quick kiss on my cheek, resting his hand on the small of my back. "You brought food!"

I narrowed my eyes in direction, pretending to frown.

"You, uh," he swallowed hard, "also brought you!" He pulled me in for an awkward side hug, causing me to laugh and hug him back.

"I figured after the situation that happened today I owed you guys an apology." I brushed past Reid to set the food at the centre of the table. Almost immediately Morgan reached for one of the boxes, opening the lid with a moan of excitement once he smelled what was inside. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys," I sighed and looked over at Hotch, "and I'm sorry I didn't follow whatever rules I broke."

Hotch snorted, slightly shaking his head.

"You're definitely forgiven," Morgan responded with a smile. "But only if you name that kid after me." He pointed his finger threateningly at Reid and I before turning his attention back to the food, which he immediately dug into.

I rolled my eyes. "We're not naming our child after a serial killer," I retorted.

Morgan furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Derrick Todd Lee," Reid responded matter of factly, "he murdered seven woman in the Baton Rouge area between 1992 and 2003." After that he smiled in my direction, causing me to do the same and pinch his cheek.

"Ugh, I love your stupid brain," I cooed.

"Fine. Apology accepted, but only because this is delicious and I'm too hungry to argue," Morgan replied.

All of us laughed.