'Cause Baby You're A Firework

EP POV:

How did it get to this? How did I let my emotions get in the way of everything that I wanted to protect from the danger I created years before I had even met them? I looked up to my left hand and let my thumb feel the silver band around my third finger, before I looked back at him. How id I let my guards down and let him into the dark side of my past? I guess if I had to start from anywhere it would have to be when I had gotten a call about my father that evening three – four years ago.

3-4 years ago… (Normal POV):

A week had gone by since the Colorado case with Cyrus. She still got the "it's my fault" glances from Spencer Reid, whenever he thought she didn't notice but she did and every time she would tell him that it was her choice and nothing more, but sometimes she would just let him stare, because sometimes they weren't those kind of stares… sometimes they were stares of caring and protectiveness.

She would sometimes go back to that night on the jet, where he stroked her hand calmly with his thumb over the back of her hand… the soft smile he gave her and she returned it, before looking away, only to look at one another again.

"No, way… could I… Could I be having deeper feelings for Dr. Reid?" she thought to herself, while she had just finished the last of her case files and saw that there was five more minutes before she could head on home. She then walked up to Hotch's office and asked him if it were okay if she headed home since she finished her load of work today.

"Sure go on a head Prentiss, see you tomorrow at seven" he told her without looking up from the file he was reading.

She grabbed her bag and her coat before saying her goodnights to the team and was out of the bullpen and into the elevator; where she would drive back to her condo, drink some wine, read a good book and then rest for another slow day at the bureau… at least she hoped it would be slow.

As she exited the elevator, her phone started ringing.

"Prentiss"

"Emily… its Frank"

"Hey Frank, why are you calling me at six in the evening?"

"Emily… There was a plane crash and George was on it… he didn't make it"

"What…" she stopped dead in her track, "You're saying that my father's dead"

"I'm sorry Emily…"

"I see my mother didn't bother to tell me"

"She's been busy arranging the funeral… she wanted me to call you and tell you that it's in three day and it will be held in New York" he then hung up, leaving a totally shocked Emily Prentiss, who just leaned against her car now as she let the news sink in.

"Emily…" she knew who that voice belonged to, but right now she was too focused at holding back her tears than to look up.

"Reid… now's not a good time"

"I uh… are you okay?"

"I have to go to New York… Can you tell Hotch that I'll need a few days off" she then attempted to get into her vehicle, but was stopped by him.

"Hotch's going to need to know why you're going to New York"

"You tell him it's none of anyone's business"

"Then can you tell me at least?"

"…He's gone…" the tears suddenly started flowing down her face.

"Who's gone?"

"…my father… he was coming over to Virginia to see me and the Jet crashed… The funeral is in Three days…"

"In New York…" he finished for her.

"I just… I may not have been really close to my mother but I was really close to my dad… even after they got divorced he still come to wherever we were once a month to spend time with me"

"Emily… I'm really sorry" he then handed her a handkerchief.

After she pulled on the mask once again she looked him in the eyes but what she did next she couldn't help it and he didn't stop her. She pulled onto his tie towards her and smashed her lips onto his in a fiery kiss. It was as if someone had set off fireworks and just as quickly she kissed him, she stepped away.

"I'm sorry" she then got into her car and drove away, leaving him utterly confused, yet mesmerized at the feeling he had and memorized of her lips on his. Even though he knew it was a spur of the moment thing, he at least knew what a real kiss felt like, and it was even better than Lila Archer's kiss in the pool.

CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~

After she took the three hour train ride to New York, Emily took a cab to the same hotel her mother resided in for the funeral and would then fly back to her new assignment.

After the bell boy showed her into her room, she tipped him and got settled, but not before her cell phone wrung and saw Garcia's ID appeared on her Caller ID.

"Prentiss"

"Hey Sweet Cheeks"

"I see Reid told you guys about my father"

"Actually Reid took the rest of the week off. He said he wanted to spend time with his mother, after he told Hotch about your dad, which we all understood. But how are you holding up?"

"I'm fine PG" she lied.

"Yeah and I rule the world"

"Well I'll bow to the ruler upon my return, but right now I have to go and check on my mother" she then hung up on Garcia, which she had never done before.

The next day it was the last chance to pay their respects before the burial, which was happening at seven in the morning since her mother had to leave ASAP for Germany. So after she paid her respect to her father, she left the cemetery, not being able to say goodbye to her father.

She reached the rental car she got, put the key in the car door and then stopped from opening the door as she felt a hand landing onto her shoulder. She turned around, only to stop dead in her tracks, when she saw him standing there.

"What the hell are you doing here? Garcia told me that you left to go see your mother"

"I will go see her… after I made my stop here to make sure you were okay"

"Reid you seriously didn't have to do that. There's nothing you can help me with, it's something out of your league"

"Is it?"

"Yes"

"How did your parents separated?"

"He walked out…"

"So both of our dads have walked out but here's where we go our separate ways… yours did everything in his powers to see you right?"

"Yes"

"That's where I come and tell you that I envy you for having a fearless father, but it's also right and the hardest to return your thanks for those years… and that's saying goodbye"

"Stop profiling me"

"It's not profiling… it's psych 101"