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Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid was asleep. Or at least he was pretending to be. He just wanted to freeze time and stay in that moment forever.

“You’re not fooling anyone Spence.”Christina muttered into his chest. He felt a smile grace his lips as he opened his brown eyes, looking down at the head of darkbrown hair. “I know you’ve been awake for four minutes.” He sighed and glanced over at the clock. It was their day off. They didn’t have to go into work that morning, unless something drastic came up, which it usually would.

“Good morning.” He said. She lifted her head and gave him a tired smile. Folding her hands on his chest, she let her chin rest on them as she stared up at him with her dark eyes. Reid found himself wondering -- again -- how a woman so beautiful and so smart could be in love with him.

“I don’t know how you can be so awake in the mornings.” She said. Reid gave her a small smile, which she returned. She rolled over and got up as the phone rang. Reid decided to ignore it, stretching out his long form like a cat.

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An hour later they were having breakfast when the doorbell rang. Chris got to her feet and walked to the door. Reid watched her as he took another sip of coffee. She was wearing one of his shirts, which on her was sort of like a short, loose dress. He heard the door open.

“Spencer?” She called, and he sighed, standing, striding down the hall to the door. Morgan was standing on the front step.

“Do you guys not turn your phones on?” He asked. Reid glanced at Chris, who now seemed to be wearing too little. She glanced up at him, and nodded as though she could read his mind.

“I think I’ll find some pants.” She said, flashing Morgan a grin and scurrying off down the hall. Reid sighed, opening the door wider to let Morgan in.

“We land another case?” He asked, sticking the hand that wasn’t holding his coffee in his pocket. Morgan nodded.

“Eleven women have been strangled in Wisconsin. Local Law Enforcement has no leads.”

“Eleven women?” Chris came down the stairs wearing a pair of her own jeans, though she still had Reid’s brown plaid shirt on. “Damn. Wisconsin?” She frowned. “We heading there?”

“Yeah, as soon as I get your sorry butts back to the office.” Morgan said. Chris stuck out her tongue at him, then vanished back upstairs, coming back down a few moments later with two bags. Reid and Morgan were in the kitchen where Reid had poured coffee into two travel mugs. They exchanged a mug for a bag and headed out to the waiting SUV.

“Shotgun!” Chris shouted, running down to the car to stand protectively by the passenger side door. Morgan laughed as he unlocked the car. How the two of them got along, he had no idea. Chris was normally a bouncy, incredibly sarcastic person, who could be serious when the time called for it. Reid was a serious person, though he seemed to open up with Christina around. Since she had been transferred into the unit, he had been talking a little more, joining in on conversations of his own free will. Chris and Garcia had been fast friends, and they spent a lot of time together. Special Agent Dr. Christina Harris knew a lot about computers.

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“Eleven women. All brunette with brown eyes. All of the same build. All different ages, different professions. They have absolutely nothing to do with each other. Local Law Enforcement is stumped.” Hotchner said. Chris frowned at the board, then glanced over at Reid, who was alternating looking at her and Elle, who was sitting on the other side of Morgan.

“What?” She asked, and the rest of them turned to look at her and Reid. Reid shrugged.

“You and Elle both have brown hair and eyes.” Reid commented. Chris rolled her eyes.

“Nice of you to notice.” She said impassively. Morgan chuckled, and swiveled his chair back around so he was looking at Hotch.

“As I was saying. Local Law Enforcement is stumped. I have copies of the file for each of you for the flight up.” He said. “Let’s get going.”

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Hotchner shook his head as Christina pulled out two bottles of nail polish and walked swiftly over to where Elle was sitting. Just what they needed. Theplane to smell like nail polish, and they couldn’t open the windows. Elle glanced up at Chris as she sat down, and eyed the nail polish warily.

“Magenta or neon orange?” Chris asked, crossing her legs so she was sitting Indian-style on the table in front of Elle, who was looking slightly afraid of the girl in front of her.

“Uh. . .” Hotch stifled a laugh with a cough. Elle glared at him.

“Careful.” She warned. “I could have her give you a manicure.” Hotch glanced at the two women before shaking his head.

“I don’t think a guy with orange nails would be especially intimidating.” Gideon supplied from the seat behind Hotch. Chris laughed.

“Fine.” She looked across the plane. “Spence, I’ve got some red in my bag.” Reid sighed and pulled it out, tossing it to her. Chris held it up for Elle to examine. Elle gave a resigned sigh and put down the file, holding out her hands. Chris grinned and opened the nail polish. Hotch watched as Chris painted one of Elle’s hands. Asking Dr. Christina Harris to join the team had been one of the best moves he’d ever made. She was a bubbly person, capable of making anyone on the team smile, including himself. He almost never smiled.

He glanced over at Reid, who was watching Chris too. He glanced back ather and realized that she was wearing one of Reid’s shirts. He shook his head and looked back down at his file, trying to ignore the smell of nail polish. When Elle’s hands had been finished, she painted Chris’s nails a brilliant magenta color. Everyone on the plane was glad when the polish was finally capped and stashed back into Chris’s bag.

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Halfway through the flight, Hotch looked up to see Chris was looking more and more uneasy. She glanced up as though she knew he was looking at her. She held his gaze for a moment, and he was the one to drop his gaze. There was a pain in her eyes that he’d never seen there before. After a moment, he got up and walked down to the other end of the plane where Gideon said, his glasses on, reading the file -- again. He glanced up when Hotch sat down. He pulled off his glasses. He sat there for a moment, waiting for Hotch to say something.

“Something’s up with Christina.” Hotch said. Gideon twisted his neck around to look at the restless young woman in the seat next to the sleeping Reid. She was shifting around twitchily.

Gideon rubbed his eyes. “The case?” He asked. Hotch shook his head. “Maybe it’s her resemblance to the victims.” He suggested. He was grasping to explain her behavior and both he and Hotch knew it.

“No, Elle seemed more jolted about that.” Hotch shrugged. “I think it has more to do with the place. Wasn’t there something about Wisconsin in her file?” Gideon shrugged, closing the case file he was looking at.

“Maybe.” Hotch sighed.

“I’ll pull it up later.” He said. Gideon eyed him.

“Hotch, take off the tie. We’ve got a couple hours before we land. Even Reid’s asleep.” Hotch shot a hard look at the older Agent.

“You’re not.”