There's a little knock on the door, and Derek lets out a dismissive "come in" before he could start at Spencer. He was one to talk.
"Morgan, here's the ballistic re..." Prentiss walks in, and states her business before the tension in the air slaps her in her face. The two are looking anywhere but each other. Spencer's slight blush on his neck, as he fidgets with his tie is cute, but as she observes, typical for Spencer when he's already done something he's not particularly proud and is fraught with guilt.
"Thanks Prentiss," Morgan walks over to her to receive the report. She notices his tie slightly askew, slacked, and his pants fashioning more wrinkles than it did from just this morning. She also notices his desk has shifted from it's original position.
"What's going on here?" Prentiss asks, with suspicion, but without accusation. She's careful to toe the line between concerned friend and office sex police.
"It was Morgan's fault," Spencer blurts out before being asked anything else.
"Why can't you keep your mouth shut?" Morgan is quick to respond to Spencer's acusation.
"You're the one with the fantasy."
"You were quick to oblige."
"LADIES!" Prentiss breaks the fight up without having to use her gun, which in retrospect should have been a clue that she is possibly best served as second-in-command, not Rossi.
"I didn't hear a thing, so you two need to find a way to kiss and make up. But not here. Somewhere more private."
She is almost done when Spencer opens his mouth to suggest soemthing.
"More private than the men's room, Reid," and quickly walks out the door.
Being a room mother at an all boys' school is tough, but somehow Pretiss believes that she can manage.
Privacy, FRM, Morgan/Reid
There's a little knock on the door, and Derek lets out a dismissive "come in" before he could start at Spencer. He was one to talk.
"Morgan, here's the ballistic re..." Prentiss walks in, and states her business before the tension in the air slaps her in her face. The two are looking anywhere but each other. Spencer's slight blush on his neck, as he fidgets with his tie is cute, but as she observes, typical for Spencer when he's already done something he's not particularly proud and is fraught with guilt.
"Thanks Prentiss," Morgan walks over to her to receive the report. She notices his tie slightly askew, slacked, and his pants fashioning more wrinkles than it did from just this morning. She also notices his desk has shifted from it's original position.
"What's going on here?" Prentiss asks, with suspicion, but without accusation. She's careful to toe the line between concerned friend and office sex police.
"It was Morgan's fault," Spencer blurts out before being asked anything else.
"Why can't you keep your mouth shut?" Morgan is quick to respond to Spencer's acusation.
"You're the one with the fantasy."
"You were quick to oblige."
"LADIES!" Prentiss breaks the fight up without having to use her gun, which in retrospect should have been a clue that she is possibly best served as second-in-command, not Rossi.
"I didn't hear a thing, so you two need to find a way to kiss and make up. But not here. Somewhere more private."
She is almost done when Spencer opens his mouth to suggest soemthing.
"More private than the men's room, Reid," and quickly walks out the door.
Being a room mother at an all boys' school is tough, but somehow Pretiss believes that she can manage.