do i wanna know - arctic monkeys

I got back to the hotel just after ten o'clock. After collapsing ungracefully onto my bed fully clothed I reached for my phone.

Bailey: Let me know if you're ever back in San Diego. We have round two of NorCal vs SoCal

I smiled and typed my response.

Me: Only if you're prepared to lose again
Bailey: We'll have to see about that ;)

Then, grabbed by a sudden impulse, I found Reid in my contacts. My finger hovered over the call button. With a deep breath, I pressed down.

After three rings, the call picked up.

"Reid?" 

"Nope, babygirl, just me," a familiar voice answered.

"Morgan? Oh, uh, where's Reid?" Why was Morgan answering Reid's phone?

"He's not currently available. Can I take a message?" 

Could he? Why was I even calling? I didn't really know. In the background, I could hear the overlapping conversation and indistinct bass of a club. Were they out on the town? That hardly seemed like Reid. 

"Um, I was just calling to see if Reid was okay."

"He's perfect, sugar," Morgan said. I didn't think I'd ever get used to Morgan's pet names. And they were nothing near the way he talked to Garcia.

"Oh, okay," I said lamely. Was he with someone? Did Reid pick up some random girl?

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Morgan," I added after a few seconds.

"See ya, Davis." He hung up. 

Calmly, I brought up my fluffy hotel pillow to my face and I silently screamed into it.