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A/n the muse made me write after she was 'inspired' by a photograph that now resides on my desktop background. I am thinking of writing another chapter giving Reid a chance at his own daydream. Let me know what you think or if you want Reid to have his say about Emily

Gratuitous Drooling

Emily looked up at the clock on the wall as though it had personally insulted her. The big hand hovered at three while the small hand stayed stuck on two. It was as if someone had stopped time in its tracks.

She dragged her eyes back down to the file on her desk. It was supposed to be a simple case of several hit and run accidents that looked like hero homicide in Florida.

She sighed closed the file and glanced up at Reid's desk. He wasn't there. Probably off to get another in the endless cups of coffee he lived on. She thought with some amusement. They all loved the hot concoction, but none as much as Reid did.

He reappeared several minutes later and her eyes widened. She hadn't noticed he'd taken off the suit jacket he'd been wearing that morning. He still wore a white dress shirt with navy blue pin stripes, no tie and a pair of navy slacks. The black leather belt around his waist accentuated something she hadn't bothered to notice. Dr. Spencer Reid had a rather nice body.

He sat down behind his desk and reached for a file. As his arm stretched out, she saw a line of developed muscle running up his forearm and above his rolled up sleeve. When did he start filling out?

She swallowed hard and yanked her eyes up to his face. Mercifully, he wasn't watching her watching him. He had gone to the 'zone' as JJ put it. A bomb could go off right next to him and he wouldn't notice. Thank God, he couldn't see the flush she felt creeping up on her face.

Speaking of faces… His new haircut set off his, sculpted by God himself face, in a way that sent little butterflies careening around in her stomach. Who knew a simple shortening of hair could so dramatically alter someone's appearance. He looked like a man instead of a twelve-year-old genius just entering puberty. He had morphed into an exciting and sexy man with beautiful, ancient eyes that could read your soul and heart in an instant.

If he looks up, you are in trouble.

The flush on her face got so hot she was sure she could cook an egg on her skin. She hastily lowered her eyes to his torso, which didn't help at all. The inactivity from his knee injury had added pounds to his lanky frame. Either that or the physical therapist he'd seen must have given him exercises to do. She could see just a hint of the hard body beneath the shirt. Oh God… She wanted to jump over the desk, rip off that shirt and drink him in in all his naked glory.

"Prentiss!"

She jerked out of her 'zone,' dropping her file on the floor, the pages scattering everywhere.

"Damn it Morgan!" She growled as she dived under her chair.

She frantically tried to collect her wits as she collected the pages. Then a pair of familiar shoes approached and Reid hunkered down beside her. "Here…" He picked up a couple of papers for her.

"Isn't that sweet," Morgan, said as they both stood up.

"Shut up Morgan! What do you want?"

"I just wanted to know why you were staring off into space. You awake."

"Mind your own business." She snapped. "Thanks Reid," she smiled at him as he passed her the last pages of her mess.

"Sure!"

He didn't seem to have noticed her face as he walked around to his desk. She buried her face in the file, trying to put it back into some kind of order.

Reid went back to his seat, passing in front of her as he made his way to his desk. She glanced up just as he passed, getting a close up view of his superior backside. His new slacks hugged it as if they had been tailored exactly to every curve.

"Emily!"

Damn it!

She looked over at Morgan who grinned at her. "See something you like!"

"Shut up Morgan." She left her file on the desk and almost ran to the ladies room.

Fortunately, the ladies room was empty. She dashed to the sink and opened up the cold tap. The water took her breath away as she threw it on her face. It didn't do much for the blush on her cheeks, but it had cleared her head. It was a good thing Reid hadn't noticed how she'd been looking at him. It was a really bad thing that Morgan had noticed. She'd never live it down.

She pulled towels off the dispenser and dried her face. She'd have to go back out there eventually. "Get out there and keep your eyes to yourself." She ordered her reflection. "Just keep saying, I'm not a cougar, I'm not a cougar."

Yeah… That will work

She threw the towels in the trash and drew in a deep breath. She was the daughter of diplomats after all. She could go out there and deal with Morgan and Reid. No problem. She'd had her afternoon delight. It was time to get serious!