Paranoia - s.reid

Work, Work, Work

The couple's two peaceful weeks in Bali flew by and before they knew it, they'd already been back at work. 

Liz ventured into Rossi's office, raising her eyebrows at the older man. "Hello, bella. How was the honeymoon?" He greeted.

"It was wonderful. I'm going to cut to the chase, so tell me, David, how was the wedding paid for? Last time I checked I didn't make any payments and I don't think Spencer did either." She furrowed her eyebrows, folding her arms across her chest and sitting down.

"With money, of course." Rossi smirked.

"What money? Penny and I certainly don't have enough money to pay for that wedding." She interrogated. He gave in, sighing.

"Spencer might've mentioned that you were having some issues, so I pitched in and paid for it." He replied with a slight shrug. Liz groaned. "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, amore. It was my wedding gift to you."

"At least tell me how much you spent." Rossi opened his mouth to speak, immediately being interrupted. "The actual amount."

"20,000 dollars, and an extra 5,000 for cake decorations."

"25,000 dollars? Oh my god!" Liz screeched.

"Calm down, it's cheap! And also, this is yours. The name on your office door has been replaced, too." He pulled out a name plaque, handing it to Liz.

SSA Elizabeth Reid
Behavioral Analysis Unit

She squealed in delight, hugging the older man. "Grazie, grazie, grazie!" He laughed, kissing her cheek before allowing her to leave the room to place the plaque on her desk. After putting it down, she observed the wedding photos that were now displayed on her office.

One with the entire BAU, all the women except for Liz were clad in their blue dresses while Liz wore her white gown, and all the men were in tuxes. Spencer and Liz were in the middle, lips locked as everyone around them grinned, arms wrapped around each other. The other one was of her, Spencer and Diana. Liz had her lips pressed to the older woman's cheek.

Deciding she missed Spencer, she left her office abruptly, making her way to Spencer's desk and slinging her arms around his shoulders as he sat in at his desk, filling out reports. "Hello, Dr. Reid." She murmured into his ear.

"Hello, Mrs. Reid. What can I do for you?" He spun around, facing her with a dorky smile.

"Hm-" She was interrupted by a stack of files slamming onto Spencer's desk. She was shocked when she looked up and found that the person who placed them there was the Secretary of State. Liz immediately straightened herself out. "McCord, what's up?" She smiled, accepting a brief hug from the woman and kissing her cheek. 

"Hey, guys. Hope you had a good honeymoon. Okay, Reid, can I call you that? Or are you still Bundy?" McCord's voice was rushed and breathy.

"I'm Reid now, what is it?" Liz motioned to the file. McCord immediately leaned down, ready to whisper. "I've got an agent who has been captured in Pakistan."

She instantly began shaking her head. "No. No, McCord. I don't know how to deal with foreign affairs." Spencer returned back to his paperwork, pretending not to listen to the conversation taking place right at his desk. "Help me, Bundy- Reid, please." The blonde pleaded.

Liz sighed. "Let's go to my office, I'm assuming this is top secret."

"Thank you." The two women made their way to Liz's office after she gave her husband a kiss, closing the door. McCord filled Liz in on the entire situations with the Russians and Pakistanis. "Okay. What's important to the Russian? Maybe you can make a deal."