The neon lights of the club flickered as Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid stepped inside, the pulsating music creating a vibrant atmosphere that felt worlds away from the grim case they were investigating. Hotch glanced around, assessing the eclectic crowd, while Reid shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his collar as he tried to mentally prepare himself for the conversations ahead.

“Remember, we’re here to gather information,” Hotch reminded him.

“Right,” Reid replied, feeling a mix of curiosity and anxiety as they approached a table of animated women.

“Excuse me, ladies,” Hotch began. “We’re with the FBI and need to ask you about any homeless individuals you’ve seen around here.”

Reid stood slightly behind Hotch, feeling the weight of the women’s gazes. Just then, you stepped forward, a confident smile on your face.

“FBI, huh? Well, aren’t you just a breath of fresh air?” you teased.

Reid’s cheeks flushed. “Uh, we’re just—uh—trying to get some information about—”

“About those missing people?” you finished, tilting your head. “I can help with that, but first, what’s a smart guy like you doing in a place like this?”

Hotch raised an eyebrow. “We appreciate any details you can provide.”

You leaned closer to Reid, your smile widening. “How about I give you my number instead? You can call me later if you need more than just the details.”

Reid’s mouth went dry. “I—I don’t think that’s—uh, appropriate,” he stammered, feeling flustered.

“Don’t be shy,” you said playfully. “You can’t be all work and no play.”

Hotch interjected, “We really need to stay focused. Can you tell us about any recent disappearances?”

You straightened, sensing the seriousness of the inquiry. “Yeah, I’ve seen a few people go missing. It’s scary out there,” you said, your tone shifting. “But if you ever want to unwind after work, I’ll be around.”

Reid nodded, feeling relieved you were willing to share. “Thanks, I—I appreciate that,” he replied, forcing eye contact despite his burning cheeks.