Reid watched the team playing pool, occasionally commenting on what their percentages would be of successfully sinking a ball. It was fun for him, this side of pool; evaluating the percentages and angles required. He soon found Morgan watching him though, so stopped commenting. He didn't like to draw unnecessary attention, especially in a bar.

Morgan handed his cue to Rossi, making his way over to where Reid sat; reading a research paper, of all things. "You going to tell me why you're spouting statistics but refusing to play Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked. He couldn't understand why Reid would want to sit out of a game that he so obviously understood.

Reid shrugged awkwardly. "I don't play." He answered without looking up from his reading. The kid could multitask when he wanted to.

"Come on, it'll be fun. You and I can go against Garcia and JJ. We'll even use the table in the back corner." Morgan offered.

Reid's brows pulled together in annoyance. He knew Morgan was just trying to make him feel included, but he didn't know why Reid didn't play and so shouldn't push the issue. "I don't play Morgan. Go back over there and have some fun." He responded, flipping yet another page on his reading.

Morgan nodded slowly, not sure what was bugging him. "Alright, if you change your mind, you let me know." He offered before he ambled back over to his friends. He didn't like it when Reid excluded himself, especially when there was no need.

Garcia was watching Reid when Morgan got back to the pool table. "He's not going to play, is he?" she asked with a pout. She hated it when her Boy Wonder refused to play.

Morgan shook his head but before he could respond they were all distracted by shouting. "Reid? Spencer Reid?!" an excited female voice yelled from the bar. The red headed bombshell approached Reid with an appreciative smirk.

Reid glanced up from his reading for barely a moment, offered a happy smile and went back to his document. "Hi Evie." He commented.

"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since we were teens in Vegas, and here you are!" she took the paper from his hands, putting it on the table beside him, before pulling him into a tight hug.

Reid shrugged, waving a hand in the direction of his team. "We just closed a case and the team wanted to celebrate. They always drag me along." He answered.

Her eyes went wide, glancing at the people watching her curiously. "Team…team as in…law enforcement?" she whispered in shock.

Reid groaned. "Team as in the Behavioural Analysis Unit, or the BAU, of the FBI. We go after serial killers mostly."

"So," she took his arm and started dragging him toward his family. "Are you going to introduce me or what? Never thought I'd see the day when you turned into a fed." She smiled up at him, obvious pride shining in her eyes.

"Why wouldn't Reid become a fed?" Garcia asked. "He's a verifiable genius, he ought to be allowed to put his brains to good use."

Evie shrugged her shoulders. "Oh no reason, just that when Reid and I knew each other he hustled anyone he could in Vegas to put food on the table and keep the house." She saw everyone's eyes widen. "He was ten. Cut him some slack."

Rossi eyed the young doctor with a smirk. "So when you say you don't play pool…" he prompted.

Reid shrugged his shoulders. "I find it extremely rude to play against others when they'll only sink a few balls. It gets boring when one person hogs the cue."

"So, you were protecting our pride when you refused to play us?" Morgan asked gently. "You know you don't have to Reid, if you want to play, we won't mind getting our asses handed to us for a few rounds."

"The trick is," Evie piped up. "To never let the boy break; you won't get a shot if you do." She grinned at Reid. If he was anything like he was when they were kids, these people wouldn't know half of the things he could do. He had always been very private, not to mention the fact that he didn't realise most people were interested to hear about what he could do.