It was a hard day, no more than a hard day. The team had a case that was tremendously, irritatingly challenging. The case, the case that stressed them all, was a team member captive type. Emily Prentiss and Dr. Spencer Reid, who were supposedly child witness interview specialists, were held captive together by Benjamin Cyrus. A religous vigilante and angel of death.
As they were held captive, they started noticing a bond between their friendship. When Emily took the blame and was beaten by Cyrus, Reid had felt heart-broken, but at the same time, grateful Emily would do that for him. He knew then, that Emily, too, had feelings for him. As he saw her beaten, swollen face, he silently scolded her for taking the beating that was given, for he had strong feelings for her.
Emily didn't regret taking the blame and beating. She knew she would have to take it for the sake of her crush. She loved the way his hair looked in the sun, and the way his hazel eyes would show his emotions like an open picture book, letting anyone in. Even though they had a hard, bumpy friendship after the case in Georgia, in which he started his using, she still forgave him. It hadn't been completely his fault. It was just fate that handcuffed him to that chair, and stuck that horrid needle into his arm, leaving him mentally and physically scarred for life. She felt pity over him that he couldn't have gotten the help he needed before it got that bad, but it seemed to work itself out. She found herself mindboggled by his eyes. That's when she noticed he looked sad, regretful, guilty... all the emotions that would eat a person away if there wasn't a confrontation. Especially since it had only been a few months since he last used...
Emily Prentiss found herself, once again, at the mercy of her sub-conscious. It seemed to have told her to move her legs and walk toward the pale profiler. She sat across him and gave a weak smile, in which was returned. She new there were a million lies between that smile, but she let it pass. She knew all too well not to push the young genius, especially when it came down to his emotions.
As Emily explained it was not his fault for what Cyrus had done, and that she would go back and do it again, his smile deepened only to hide even more lies. She decided it wasn't a good idea to express her true feelings for the profiler. There friendship was far too dear to diminish accidentally, especially when it was going smooth.
Reid sat dumbfounded. He couldn't think of the right thing to say. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, and had a crush on her, and wanted to say sorry for his outbursts in the past, but it would only create the drama and stress their lives already, and didn't need, had from the cruel jobs. They smiled, and when Emily finally sat back in her usual seat, he turned back to his long book, smiling inside as he used his eidetic memory to picture her every second; analyze the way her body is shaped; the way she moved.
He so dearly loved Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss.
She so dearly loved Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid.
A/N: so, how'd you think. This was my first romance one, so I don't know if it's my actual best genre, but I personally think it was good for my first romance. Please tell me if you think the same.