Hidden Feelings

A/N This is my first Criminal Minds story. I've written a few for Moonlight and In Plain Sight previously, and just recently became a fan of Criminal Minds. I just finished watching Season 6 and have not seen any episodes of Season 7 yet, so I have no idea how Emily came back or what happened. I'm just using my creative imagination.

This actually started out as a fun, humorous one-shot, but apparently, my muse had something else in mind, so I just went with it. It looks like I may have 3 or more chapter. The first is Emily's POV and the second is Reid's. Not sure about the rest yet, as it's not written! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

Watching

She loved to watch him when he was like this. In the zone, they called it. And now, it gave her the perfect opportunity to reacquaint herself with him. Her eyes began their journey at his shoulders. He had shed his jacket moments ago, which is what caught her attention. Were his shoulders always that broad, she wondered?

Her eyes followed each ripple of his muscle as he mapped out the unsubs route on the board. He paused to roll up his sleeves, giving her a view of his bare forearms, and suddenly her mouth went dry. Was it getting hot in here? She allowed her mind to imagine what it would be like to see him without that crisp purple shirt obstructing her view. Using his forearms as a guide, she imagined his skin, pale, yet soft. In her mind, she trailed her hand up his arm slowly, ending at his shoulders. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his neck, breathing in his scent and tasting him.

She moaned, startling herself. All the blood rushed to her face as she looked around frantically to see if anyone else heard her. Realizing they were the only two in the room, she allowed herself to breathe again, and continued her visual exploration of her colleague. Her gaze drifted from his shoulders down his long back, and she wondered what it would be like to scrape her fingernails down his torso. Her mind slid back in to her fantasy, where he was shirtless in front of her, but this time, she was lying on a bed, and he was looking down at her. She shivered in anticipation, letting her gaze devour his chest, causing her to feel warm in places other than her cheeks.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. Stop this, she thought to herself. This is Reid. He's our young genius, not some hot random guy to be listing after. Ok, maybe he's not random, but he's definitely hot. Wait, what? Reid, hot? She turned her head to watch him again, this time allowing her gaze to slip lower, to his well-rounded back side. Hmmm, my hands would fit perfect around that...she imagined turning him around to face her, then pushing him up against the board and grabbing that sweet little ass and pulling him against her to see if he felt what she was feeling.

Her stomach was doing flip-flops as she imagined his surprise as she grabbed him and pressed his hardness against her. As her eyes continued their feast of his backside, her imagination moved to his lips, preferably attached to hers.

She walked up behind him and whispered his name in his ear, her warm breath caressing his cheek. He was startled, and turned around quickly, but not fast enough for her. She pushed him up against the wall and molded her body to his. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but again, she was too quick, grabbing his face in her hands and attaching her mouth to his before he could make a sound. Her lips were hard, and demanding, wanting access to his mouth. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, but he was still in shock and did not allow him the access she craved. Not feeling patient, she bit down on his bottom lip, causing him to open his mouth, and she slid her tongue in and took control of his warm, welcoming mouth. Dream Reid realized what was happening, and began to kiss her back with intensity. Noticing the change, she moaned, and slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, if possible.

"That's it!" He cried, excitedly, bringing Emily out of her very erotic daydream and back to the squad room, where the two of them were supposed to be working. She jerked, and almost fell off the chair she had been sitting on, and Reid turned around at the sound and looked at her with a confused expression, his cell phone already at his ear. "Garcia, hey, I think I figured it out…"

He continued to explain his though process to Garcia, but Emily couldn't hear what they were saying, because the blood was pounding so hard in her ears. Once he turned around and his eyes met hers, she felt all the blood rush to her head, and knew her cheeks were already 10 shades of pink. Oh God, she thought. He's a profiler, and he has to know that I was looking at him. She dropped her gaze to the floor, and noticed that she also had some wetness seeping out between her legs. At that realization she got up quickly, while he was still occupied with his theory, and made her way out of the room to the stairway. She took the stairs up and found herself in front of the door to the roof. Pushing the door, she walked out into the night, relishing the cool breeze on her warm face. She walked to the edge of the building and looked out into the city below.

Oh man, she thought. What am I doing? She took deep breaths to try to calm her body's reaction to the daydream she had downstairs. Sure, she had missed him when she was gone. She had missed them all. But, if she was being honest with herself, she did find that she thought about Reid more than the others. And when she returned, the sadness, mixed with relief, on his face made her want to take him in her arms and never let him go. She longed to hold him, kiss his face, run her hands though his hair, and tell him that she was so sorry for deceiving him. She knew he had been hurt by her 'fake' death, probably more than the rest of the team. With his incredible intelligence, he understood her reasoning for leaving and not telling the team, but that didn't stop his huge heart from breaking, thinking that she was gone forever.

She braced her hands on the ledge, feeling the roughness under her fingers, and took a deep breath, trying to stop the tears in her eyes from falling. She was unsuccessful, and two tears slid down her cheeks and landed quietly on her shirt. Raising her head, she looked up to the sky, covered in stars, and thought back to her time in Paris. Every night she would sit on the balcony of her room and look out at the sky, thinking of home and her team. After time, she began to have dreams about Reid. Sure, she dreamt about the rest of her team, but her dreams of Reid were more detailed, more intimate. The first time she woke up after an incredibly real dream, she actually rolled over and looked beside her to see if he was there. When she realized it had been a dream, she buried her face in the pillow and cried.

Somehow, in the months that she was away, those feelings for Reid grew stronger. She longed to look at him across the desk, and watch him study his reports, his hair hanging in his face. He consumed her thoughts during the day, and her dreams as she slept. When she finally returned, she assumed those thoughts would diminish, but they didn't. If anything, they grew stronger. It became harder and harder for her to keep these feeling hidden, especially being in a room full of profilers. If they questioned her, she would just say she was still adjusting to being back. They believed the lies, for now, but it was only a matter of time until they realized what was going on with her. Her tears continued to fall as she stared at the stars, her mind still in the past. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear the door behind her open, then close gently.