Lilith

The young woman opened her eyes as she was woken up by the smell of eggs and bacon.

"Smells nice." She chuckled, creeping up behind Doctor Reid. He jumped and turned around, before stammering,

"Oh, y-yeah. Sorry if I woke you up."

"No worries. Is the breakfast for me too or are you kicking me out?"

"Well, I did cook for two. I didn't bother preparing coffee for you, though."

She smiled at his thoughtfulness.

She took a seat behind the counter, waiting for the food. As she devoured the plate Reid had given her, she asked,

"So, how did you sleep?"

He turned around to face her, before replying,

"Pretty well. My couch is more comfortable than one may think."

Lilith realised he was lying. The bags under his eyes had worsened, and his hair was messy. She suddenly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, Doc. You gave up on sleep because of me."

She looked down, both guilty but also touched that he was so kind to her.

The man bent down to look at her.

"Hey, it's okay."

As he moved his hand across the table to pat her shoulder, he knocked over his cup of coffee, spilling over the table, and beyond.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" He kept repeating.

Her shirt was soaked, a light brown stain adorning it.

"It's fine, really." Lilith was surprised, rather than angry. The shirt didn't have much value to her but the chain of events startled the girl.

"I-I can clean it if you want!" Reid was profoundly mortified, and constantly tripped over his words.

"Don't worry about it. I would really appreciate it if you could lend me a shirt for the day, though." Lilith chuckled. To her this was more of a funny situation than anything else.

"Of course! Just a second!"

He disappeared into a corridor, and came back holding an ivory shirt with buttons at the front.

That is so like him, she thought.

"Thank you, I'll try and give it back as soon as I can."

"Sure!" He said, quickly.

After slipping into the new clothing, Lilith glanced at her thin silver watch.

"I should go, it's soon time for work and I don't really want to miss the train."

"I can go with you." He paused, before adding, "That's only if you want me to, of course."

Looking into his eyes, she replied,

"I want you to."

***

The two chatted on the train platform, as they waited. Lilith loved his company, and she was a bit sad that their fun little adventure was over.

As she looked over the doctor's shoulder, she saw lights in the distance.

"My train is here."

The two looked briefly at each other, and they smiled.

"Thank you." They said, together. They shared a laugh, before the doors of the vehicle opened.

She stepped onto the train, and looked at Reid, standing on the platform.

"Goodbye, Doc."

***

"Is that...a man's shirt you're wearing?"
Ezra shrieked, nearly falling out of her desk seat. "My, my, Lilith. I never saw you as that kinda gal, but I like it!"

Lilith laughed, as she shook her head.

"Oh. You're are far, far off. I couldn't have been further away from a one night stand."

She looked away and said, almost to herself,

"It's a funny story, though..."

Spencer

"Spencer?" Morgan looked at his colleague, worried. The bags under his eyes could fit a fist in them.

"Yeah. I guess I had a bit too much fun last night."

"With a girl?" His friend asked teasingly, as he gave him a wink. He liked to bother Spencer over women, and his absence of experience with them.

"Yeah." He answered as he walked away, too tired to process what his words sounded like.

"E-excuse me, what?!" Derek asked, completely astonished. He ran after his Pretty Boy, in search for answers.

"You can't leave after saying that! I need details, context!" The agent exclaimed.

Spencer walked into the briefing room, sipping his coffee and ignoring the protests of his friend.

"If I tell you, you'll bother me about it."

Was his sole answer. Derek decided to shut his mouth, as Aaron Hotchner had just walked into the room.

"Okay, so we're back on the case, hope you all had a good night's sleep."

Morgan threw a devilish smirk into Spencer's direction.

"Yes, before we start anything, boss, I just wanted to say something." The youngest agent said.

"Go ahead."

Spencer stood up, and took out a couple of files from his hands.

"Last night, accompanied by Doctor Park, I went back to the morgue."

He shot a look at Derek to make him understand that he hadn't been up to sexy affairs during the night.
Morgan's face showed disappointment, as he finally thought his friend was moving on in his life.

"And what did you discover?" Aaron asked, stern.

"Well, this." The doctor extracted a few pictures from the files in his hands, and passed them around.

"A...tattoo? I don't understand." JJ asked, lost.

"This is our link. The one thing that ties all of our victims together."

The team looked over the pictures, startled, as they realised that all the victims adorned the same emblem.

"A bird?" Rossi questioned.

"A white dove, to be exact. The dove is actually a symbol of peace, love, or the one of a messenger in different religions, such as Christianism or Judaism. It is oft-"

"You're rambling." Prentiss interrupted.

"Sorry. My point is, there might be a chance these murders could be linked with religion."

Hotch nodded, carefully taking in Spencer's words. As the doctor saw that he had caught his team's attention, he continued.

"This wasn't my idea, but the notes are handwritten, right? We should make them go through writing analysis and focus on what they are saying more than anything."

The team agreed.

***

"Good work today, Reid. Now go, and get some actual rest." Hotch said, and the doctor could have sworn to seeing the ghost of a smile. Ever since the death of his wife, his few smiles had become even rarer.

"Thank you, boss."

As soon as Hotch walked out of the room, Spencer heard a female voice behind him.

"Hey, um, Spencer?" Garcia asked.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't wanna tell you this in front of the boss, but a really pretty woman left this shirt at the entrance earlier, saying it was yours. Who was that?"

"No one, really." He said, grabbing the piece of clothing from the technical analyst's hands.

"Hey. No, no. You don't leave a queen without answers. Hey Reid! Come back!"

The doctor was walking toward the door, and when he reached it, he turned around.

"I guess I have to, just once." And gave the woman a smirk.

He knew that if he told Garcia about Lilith, she'd over react.

Spencer looked at the shirt, and saw a little note attached to it.

"Hey, Doc. I know I'm giving this shirt back really fast, but I hate not being able to tick things off my to do list. I wanted to thank you for making my boring life a little more interesting, and I hope you advanced in your case.

See ya soon,

The one and only, Lilith Park."

The doctor smiled as he saw the tiny handwriting of the only person that called him "Doc". "See ya soon". She wanted to be friends. Spencer realised a pleasant smell imprinted from the shirt, as she had washed it. He brought it to his face, trying to decrypt its pleasant scent.

Caramel and tea.