Title: Incoherent
By: LoraLee2
Pairing: Reid/OFC
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers, I do not own any CM characters, I'm just borrowing them and will return them in the same condition as I found them.
Summary: JJ plays matchmaker.

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"Hey, Em, what're you doing?"

Emily pointed toward the bar where Reid sat talking to a beautiful young redhead.

"Whoa, how's that happen? He trip and land there or something?"

Emily laughed softly, "Pretty close."

"Come on, spill."

"Okay. I come in to wait for the team for dinner. I stop at the bar to get a drink and see Reid's already here, he's holding this table." Emily stops as she sees JJ enter the restaurant. She waves her over to the table.

"Is Reid actually talking to a girl? How'd that happen?"

"Okay. Let's try again, I come in to wait for the team for dinner. I stop at the bar to get a drink and see Reid's already here, he's holding this table. I'm about to wave to him when I notice he's all eyes for that pretty little thing over there."

"Yeah, but he never talks to them."

"I know, he always says he wouldn't know what to say. We hear that every time. 'they wouldn't like me,' 'what do I say?' 'I'd just make a fool of myself,' 'she's not interested.' Well, this time she's looking back, and I can tell she likes what she sees, baggy cords, sweater vest and all."

"So, he finally got up the nerve to go talk to her?" JJ could hardly believe her ears.

"Not exactly. I had to give him a little prod."

Morgan grinned, "What'd you do; threaten to set his pants on fire?"

"Nope, I took a slightly sneakier approach. I came over and sat down with my drink - you should have seen her, looked like her heart was breaking. You know how it is, you're eyeing some hot hunk and his girlfriend comes and sits down, she had that look."

"Oh, no. Poor Spence," JJ leaned forward, "What happened next?"

"I told him he should go talk to her. Of course he started with the usual." JJ was nodding along, Reid's lack of self-confidence with women was legendary. "So, I told him if he didn't go over and talk to her, I was going to invite her to have dinner with the team."

Morgan barely managed to hold in his burst of laughter at the thought of Reid's reaction to that.

"Yeah, I thought he was going to faint for a minute. He tried to call my bluff until I stood back up to go over and talk to her. I made it about two steps when he grabs my arm, pulls me back toward the table, and walks over."

"My, man, so what'd he say?"

He walks right up to her and says, 'Hi, you're Spencer Reid, I'm beautiful, can you buy me a drink?'"

Morgan wasn't able to stop the laughter this time. He stuffed his fist in his mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to keep Reid from hearing him.

JJ gasped, "Oh, my God, he didn't? What did she say?"

Emily smiled brightly, "She smiled like she'd just been given the best compliment in the world, giggled and said, 'Okay, Angela Jones, I'll buy the first round if you get the next. By the way I think I'm pretty good-looking, too."

The trio watched as Reid and Angela took their drinks and moved over to a table for two in a quiet corner of the restaurant.

"Well, it looks like our group is one short tonight. Did somebody finally hit the kid over the head or something?"

Hotch sat down next to Morgan, "Give him a break, Rossi, just because he doesn't have your ego …"

Rossi laughed, so he was a little chauvinistic, he was working on it, "Hey, I'm an Italian Stallion, what can I say?"

The group settled down to eat and to watch their youngest wine and dine and talk all night.

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