A/N So this is my Christmas gift fic for jessalynnGSR. My pairing was Reid/Emily. And my prompts were Mr. Grinch, mistletoe, and an unconventional Christmas gift. On with the story.

Emily looked at the holiday decorations on her drive to work. She loved Christmas time. It's the most wonderful time of the year, to quote the song. Looking at the decorations caused her to wonder what a certain young genius was going to do for Christmas. He went all out for Halloween, surely he would go all out for Christmas. Maybe this was the time to tell him that she liked him. Really liked him. Maybe I'll get him under the mistletoe, and surprise him. Nah that's a little too cliche. There's got to be a better way. Well I've got a couple of weeks to figure it out.

/

She sat at her desk waiting for him. It looked like she was working, and she was, well kinda. If we're being honest, mostly she was waiting for Dr. Reid. Every time the elevator dinged her eyes shot up anticipating that is was him stepping through the doors. Over and over again she was disappointed. It was never him. Finally unable to take it anymore she vowed to concentrate on her work. Reid will get here when he gets here. It's not like I'm only going to see him for a couple of minutes, his desk is right next to mine. Focus Emily, focus.

She managed to focus on her work, so much so that when Reid did walk by she missed him. He didn't say hi. He just walked to his desk and got to work.

You're a mean one,
You're really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel,

You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel

He hated Christmas. It's the most depressing holiday. Christmas is about family, and the people you love. Reid had no one, well he had his mom, but no constant. No one that loved him and he could love in a healthy way.

Emily looked up and saw Reid sitting at his desk. "Hey Reid. Happy Holidays," she said in a cheerful and pleasant voice.

Reid looked up. She didn't need to be a profiler to see the bitterness on his face. He softened slightly, nodded, then resumed working.

That was odd.

Emily decided to ignore it. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

You're a monster,
You're hearts an empty hole
You're brain is full of spiders
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch with a 39 and a half foot pole

Morgan walked in a few minutes later. "Hey, Prentiss. Happy Holidays. Yo, Reid Happy Holidays."

Reid lifted his hand in acknowledgment, but didn't look up.

"Hey, Reid, who peed in your cereal?"

Reid ignored Morgan.

"Reid. Yo, answer me; what's your problem man."

"Leave me alone, Morgan. Not today. Just leave me alone."

"Hey, man. You can tell me. Are you all right?"

"Leave me the hell alone. Tell me, what did I do to be the butt of all your jokes. Just leave me the hell alone." Reid shot up and stormed into the break room.

Morgan and EMily looked at each other in confusion. Emily spoke first. "What was that?"

"I don't know. The only time I ever saw Reid like that was when ..."

When he did drugs. "You don't think ...?"

"No. He wouldn't. ... Would he?"

Emily stood up and walked over to the break room.

Why did you do that? What's wrong with you? He was just saying hi. You've got to get a handle on this. What are you going to do next time? What if it's Hotch? He had absently picked up a coffee cup and filled it with coffee. He looked up and saw Emily approaching. No. Not her. Not now. He tried to walk past her, but she blocked his way. Please don't do this? Not you? "May I get through?"

Emily crossed her arms and firmly held her ground. "What was that all about?"

Reid looked at the ground embarrassed, but didn't say anything.

Emily stepped closer and put her hand on Reid's arm. Reid stared at her hand. "Reid, what's going on? That wasn't you."

Reid continued staring at her hand. He spoke in a soft whisper, "Please. Leave it alone."

"Reid. I'm your friend. You can tell me."

Reid didn't say anything.

"Reid ... The last time you acted like this. ... You were ... ... ... You're not, are you?"

Reid smiled a sad smile. "No. It's nothing like that. Please, Emily let me get back to work."

He was pleading with her. She did the only thing she could she stepped aside. As Reid walked by her, she said, "I'm here for you. You know that, right? No matter what."

Reid could only nod.

/

Reid couldn't shake the mood he was in. Emily said she's here for me. Does that mean? NO. No. It doesn't. She just means a friend. You got to stop thinking about her. Just suck it up, it's going to be a repeat of last year with only one change.

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch!
You're a nasty, wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.
Your soul is full of gunk,
Mr. Grinch!

Garcia walked into the bullpen wearing a most festive sweater, that's the nice way of describing it. She was carrying a box of holiday decorations. "Hello, my lovelies. I asked the boss man if I could hang up decorations, and he said I could. So I am here to bring a little holiday cheer to your boring desks." She noticed Reid hadn't looked up. "Why so glum, sugar plum? I have just the thing to cheer you up."

"I don't want any decorations, Garcia."

"But it's Christmas. You have to decorate."

"No, I don't."

"Don't be a grinch, Reid."

"I'm not being a grinch. I just don't want any decorations."

"But Reid ..."

"No decorations."

The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk!"

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch!
You're the king of sinful sots!
Your heart's a dead tomato,
Splotched with moldy, purple spots,
Mr. Grinch!

Reid stood up and walked to Hotch's office. He knocked on the door and then opened it. He stepped in. "Hotch, can I go home early? We are on stand down, and I got all of my paperwork done."

"Reid, is something wrong?"

"I just need to go home, Hotch."

Hotch nodded. "All right, Reid. Take the day."

Reid nodded and walked to his desk. He packed up his things and walked out of the bullpen. He ignored the looks everyone was shooting him. He just needed to get home. He knew what he did was wrong. They didn't know. They didn't do anything wrong. He would make it up to them later. Not today though. Today he needed to get away.

Your soul is an apalling dump-heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!

/

Emily stood in front of the door to Reid's house. Something is up with him. That wasn't Reid today. At least not the Reid I know. She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Reid answered the door, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to talk to you. And I'm not leaving until you tell me what is going on. Why did you act that way today?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, too bad, Dr. Reid." Emily said as she pushed her way into the apartment. "You're going to tell me."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because if you don't, you'll lose me forever."

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey,
And you drive a crooked hoss,
Mr. Grinch!

You're a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!

A/N Review, let me know what you think.