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A/N: Thanks to my beta reader Taomerline.
The team always bugged Reid to get rid of his unreliable junk heap of a car. So, the first time he was caught arriving at work in Emily's Lexus the team believed him when he told them, "Since Emily lives just a few miles away from me, she's kindly offered to drive me to and from work every day." Luckily, the team still doesn't suspect anything.
Neither Emily, nor Reid, like living a lie but they are willingly putting their careers at risk by breaking the FBI's anti-fraternization rule. Of course, they could simply break up, and try to pretend that nothing had happened between them. But their relationship is anything but simple.
It all started five months ago, when Reid invited Emily to a Star Wars marathon on Friday night, at the local theater. It wasn't unusual for various members of the team to hang out with each other after work. After the movies, they walked to Emily's favorite Italian restaurant. All through dinner, they kept laughing and talking about their favorite parts of each movie. They also kept drinking, too much.
By the time they left the restaurant, Emily was glad that she hadn't driven her Lexus. It was pretty late, so Reid hailed a taxi. He gave Emily's address as the first stop, and then his address as the final destination. They were both intoxicated and kept talking and giggling all during the ride. When the taxi pulled up at Emily's apartment building, she insisted that he come upstairs for a strong cup of coffee before heading home.
The next thing she knew they were in her bed, completely naked, and Reid was taking really good care of her. Unlike the shy man she thought she knew, this man had no inhibitions. He had no problem taking control of everything, and giving her exactly what she wanted and needed. She couldn't believe how good a lover he was. He held nothing back, and she gave herself truly and totally to him. She didn't give a damn that he was younger than her.
The next morning, Emily woke up first. She felt no shame, or embarrassment, as she lay naked wrapped in the arms of her young co-worker. She felt free and happy. She hadn't felt like that in a very long time. A few moments later, Reid woke up. They talked about last night as they got out of bed and got dressed. He felt the same as she did. But they both agreed that it could never happen again. Their careers came first.
The team never noticed anything different between them. Everything seemed normal, but it was all an illusion. Neither Emily, nor Reid, could forget their spectacular one-night stand. They both kept trying to resist each other. They even tried dating other people. It didn't work.
Even after four weeks, Emily could hardly look at Reid without thinking of his long fingers and his sensuous lips all over her naked body … him thrusting into her, over and over and over …
Reid's eidetic memory made it even worse for him. He still replayed every single moment of that night … every single inch of her body … every single sound she made … over and over and over …
On Friday night, one months after her night with Reid, Emily went to dinner with Mick Rawson. Mick was a good-looking, funny guy but she couldn't stop comparing him to Reid. So, when they finished eating, she made excuses, brought the date to a pleasant end and went home alone.
As soon as Emily woke up the next morning, she made up her mind. She decided she definitely needed Reid in her life, and in her bed. She showered and dressed quickly, then drove (unannounced) to Reid's apartment. As soon as he opened the door, Emily threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately. Reid kicked the door shut as he backed Emily into his bedroom. They fucked four weeks of sexual tension out of each other before they could even begin to relax. The rest of the weekend was spent naked in bed slowly making love and exploring each other's bodies. The only reason she went home late Sunday night was because she didn't have any spare clothes in her car.
They had a great time at work the next day. Now that the desperate longing was gone, they could work together easily. The team didn't have a new case, so everyone was heading home at the end of the day. Emily pulled Reid aside, and asked him if he wanted to spend the night with her. Of course, he said "yes". They left the office together and before she drove them to her place, they stopped at his apartment to pick up some clothes and stuff. That way, in the morning, they could go straight to work from her place.
Since that night, Reid has spent most of his nights at Emily's.
They were happy together. It was not just because of the great sex, it was something that words couldn't completely describe. Emily felt free with the field, in the bullpen, and even in her home, he didn't treat her differently just because he was sleeping with her. Of course, he worries when they're out on a case. But he always shows her the same respect he shows the rest of the team. He never tells her to slow down, or to let the men handle the situation. And she's very grateful for that. Reid also found his place in this relationship. He could talk to Emily about his fears of becoming like his mother, his traumatic childhood, and his past addiction, without being afraid that she'd ever use his confidences against him.
Outwardly, they would appear to be the perfect couple. And maybe they could be. But the truth was, they never discuss or express their feelings for each other. They could talk for hours about obscure books or the newest psychological paper on human behavior. But when it's comes down to defining their feelings, they both hit the same wall. After basically living together for four months, and being with each other almost 24/7, they still can't look into each other's eyes and say, ''I love you.''
Reid has wanted to tell her many times that he loves her, and that he can't live without her. But he doesn't want to scare her by the intensity of his love. And Emily knows that she loves him. But she can't bring herself to say it out loud because she can't find the right time, or the right words.
Emily's Apartment, Washington, D.C.
"Oh God … oooh … Spencer … I'm gonna …'' Emily bit into Reid's shoulder as she came for the third time. She bit him so hard she could taste his blood in her mouth. Reid pounded into her three more times. Then he came powerfully, with his face buried into her neck. He loved staying inside of her, wrapped against her warm body, and feeling her hot breath in his ear. After a few moments, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. Grabbing some tissues, he took care of the condom and tossed it into the waste can. Emily rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. They always enjoyed cuddling after they made love. Everything felt just right. After a while, they got out of bed.
''JJ thinks we'll probably have to go to San Diego.'' Reid said, picking up his pants.
''Yeah, they had four victims in seven weeks. I can't believe they didn't call us before now.'' Emily added, as she stretched her back.
''I guess they thought they could handle it without us. Do you want to shower first?" He asked her.
''No, you go. And don't forget to disinfect your wound.'' She replied.
''Yeah, thanks for that, Bella.'' He laughed, as he shut the bathroom door.
Putting on her robe, Emily just smiled as she headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. Last week, she had introduced Reid to the Twilight Saga. After they showered and were dressed for work, they took their time enjoying breakfast together. Reid didn't officially live with Emily, because he never moved out of his own apartment. But for the past four months, he's been spending most of his time at her place. It still amazed Reid that two private, solitary, and independent people (like he and Emily) could live in such harmony.
Reid cleaned up after breakfast, while Emily started checking through their go-bags. They were both pretty sure they'd be flying out today. Not knowing how long the case would last, Emily secured her apartment. After everything was done, she set the alarm and they left.
The Behavior Analysis Unit (BAU), Quantico
Reid and Prentiss were the last to arrive in the bullpen. Now that everyone was there, Hotch called the team to the conference room. They had a case.
"This case is from San Diego. Within the last seven weeks, four people have been sedated, kidnapped, tortured then wrapped in plastic and dumped in allies: Bernie Garner, Ted Lopes, George Xander, and Nelly Watson." JJ explained, as each victim's photo appeared on their screens.
"Have the police found any connection between them?" Prentiss asked.
"The police found nothing in common. Different jobs. Different neighborhoods." JJ replied.
"Garcia, try to find a connection between these four victims." Said Hotch.
"Based on the degree of torture, the un-sub took his time inflicting that amount of damage." Rossi stated.
"None of the victims weren't gagged so it had to be done in a sound proofed or isolated area. Did the Medical Examiner suspected sexual assault?" Reid asked.
"There are no remaining physical signs of sexual assault. All trace evidence is gone because the bodies were cleaned before they were dumped." JJ replied.
"Let's go. Wheels up in 40." Hotch said, as he left the conference room.
As the team grabbed up their folders, Prentiss didn't move. She was lost in her thoughts as she continued staring at the folders she was holding.
"Emily, are you alright?" Reid asked.
"Yeah. I'm ok. Let's go." Emily replied. They got their go bags, and headed out with the team.