A/N: This is the first chapter of Part II, and it may be a while before a second chapter is posted because I have to finish my other story that I am currently working on. But this chapter is fairly long so enjoy:)

For Part II, all inner thoughts will be in single quotations ('') and italics. Set 2 weeks after Part I-Tales From Another Broken Home.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.

Chapter 1 – Uncharted Territory

Quantico, Virginia

Behavioral Analysis Unit Headquarters

Morgan pushed his chair out from his desk and grabbed his black, leather jacket off of his chair. "Well I'm finished, see you guys on Monday." He exited the bullpen leaving only Elle and Reid.

Reid looked up from his paperwork and across his desk. Elle's head was down and her long hair covered her face. She was completely focused on finishing her last file on the case in Kansas that they had recently returned from.

She looked up and smiled, "I'm done. What about you?"

"I've been finished for a while now I was just waiting until you finished."

"Aww, how cute," she said as she slipped her arms into her jacket. "Do you want to come over to my place?" She decided to make this bold suggestion because since they had gotten back from New York, they hadn't gotten the opportunity to spend any time alone. He thought it over in his head. "We can watch a movie," she pleaded.

He thought over the question again. "Okay," he said tensely.

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Reid followed Elle from BAU Headquarters in Quantico to her house in Washington D.C. He parked his car behind hers in her driveway. As Elle unlocked her front door he found himself becoming increasingly nervous. He had never been in a member of the opposite sex's house that wasn't related to him. She opened the door and let him in. Her house was on the one level and it was relatively small. Honestly, there wasn't much point in any single member of the BAU having a large house because they were hardly ever home, but that didn't stop him from having a large apartment.

Elle walked towards the kitchen and was greeted by a large, fluffy, orange and white cat. "Hi handsome, are you hungry?" She asked in a baby voice as she opened a cupboard and took out a container of dry cat food. She filled up the large dish on the kitchen floor and then looked up at Reid. "This is Sebastian," she said as she smoothed down the large cat. "You can take a seat on the couch if you want; I'm going to change out of my work clothes." She walked down a short hallway and closed the door of what Reid assumed to be her bedroom.

He sat on the couch and looked around the house anxiously. Her living room was simple. The couch was in front of a small entertainment center and a coffee table. The small kitchen was connected to the living room. The kitchen only consisted of a fridge and a countertop that went three quarters of the way around the space, with the necessary appliances built in. He looked to his left to the large window that filled the wall. Reid stopped inspecting her home when she emerged from her room. She had changed out of her black dress pants and red turtleneck and into a pair of blue jeans and an orange tank top.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" When he shook his head she sat down beside him on the couch. "Okay then I guess we can start the movie." She picked up the DVD case that was placed on the coffee table and popped the disc into her DVD player.

About half way through the movie, 'Half Nelson', which was about a drug addicted school teacher, Elle cuddled into his shoulder. In response he looked down only to discover that he could see straight down her tank top. 'Oops! I can see down her shirt. Just look back up, it's not that hard! Come on Spencer; just lift your head up.' As Elle turned and looked up at him he began to freak out. 'See you should have just not looked; now she's going to get mad with you.' When she just smiled and kissed him softly on the lips he was relieved. 'Wheff, that was close!'

At 11:36 P.M., the movie was over. Reid stretched and got up off of the couch. "I should probably get going now, it's late, thanks."

She also got up off of the couch and followed him to her porch. "You know you can stay the night if you want." Once she finished her suggestion she realized that she had scared him. 'Oops! He's probably actually gone out with a girl for more than two weeks before he slept over.' She sized up his blank stare and rephrased her intentions. "I'm not going to jump you," she laughed, "we can just sleep, I just want you to stay."

"Well okay," he replied innocently.

She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. "I'm not letting you sleep on the couch. You can get ready here; I'll go in the bathroom." She left him in her room while she changed into her sleepwear.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the room. The double bed was against the back wall in the center and a closet was on the left wall. She had the blinds closed on the window that took up the right wall and a desk was in the lower right hand corner. Reid laughed at all of the files that were scattered across her desk.

She returned to her room to find him in the same position that she had left him in. She had changed into a deep purple tank top and black, short shorts. "You know you don't have to sleep in your clothes."

She turned down the covers on her bed while he stood up, back on to her, and took off his tie and unbuttoned his light brown dress shirt. She laughed as he got in the bed with a plain, white t-shirt and dark brown dress pants on.

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Elle woke up the next morning and turned on her side to look at the clock on her bedside table. It was 8:30 A.M., she was used to getting up around six o'clock on weekdays because she had an half an hour drive to Quantico, so sleeping in an extra two and a half hours on weekends was plenty of rest. She quietly got up out of bed; she tried her best not to wake Reid. She walked to her bathroom and brushed her teeth. By the time she returned from the bathroom, Reid was wide awake and sat up in bed.

"Good morning," he said sweetly.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" She asked as she sat beside him.

He fiddled with the bed covers. "How was I supposed to sleep when you were lying next to me wearing that?"

She laughed, "Than why didn't you try anything?"

"I dunno," he said cutely.

Elle leaned in and kissed him. She swept the bed clothes aside as she pushed him back into a lying position and climbed on top of him. Reid found himself becoming nervous again. He had never "done anything" with a girl before so he was mostly just afraid that he would make an idiot out of himself. He tried to disguise his nerves as best as he could but his hands, which lay awkwardly at his sides, were trembling uncontrollably.

They kissed passionately as Elle took his hands and placed them on her hips, not helping his nerves. But she had no prior knowledge of his inexperience. The thought had previously crossed her mind but she had established that even though he was Reid, he was still almost twenty-five. He probably had some form of a girlfriend while he was doing one of his PhDs.

He sat up slightly as she pulled his t-shirt over his head. Elle was pleasantly surprised. He was lanky but his chest and abs were hard and very well defined. 'Why the hell did you let her take off your shirt? You're just getting in way over your head! You have absolutely no idea what you're doing!' She fell down completely on top of him, pressing her hips into his. 'Oh God! She really isn't giving you a good reason to stop is she?' She kissed up and down his neck as he took in her scent. 'Mmmm…she smells really good.'

His hands were still on her hips. 'Why isn't he doing anything? Maybe he's just waiting for me to give him the go ahead.' She took the hand of his freshly healed left arm and slid it up under her tank top towards her upper body. She stopped when it reached the edge of her bra.

'Shit! What am I supposed to do now?' He hadn't noticed the straps of her bra because they were covered by the straps of her tank top. The logical, realistic part of his brain only told him one thing, 'Spencer, get out right now before you do something completely idiotic!' But the male, hormone dominated part of his brain told him, 'Just go for it! Who cares? You know you're totally in to this!' He played with the lace edge of her bra as they continued to kiss.

When she pulled back from a kiss he thought that she was going to stop so he snatched back his hands which were still up her shirt. But instead she sat up on his stomach and pulled her tank top over her head. 'Oh my God,' was the only thought that Reid could process. He tried not to look completely amazed and perverted but she laughed lightly as his eyes widened.

'Aww, he's so cute.' She fell back down and pressed herself against him, sending shivers down his spine. Her skin was soft and warm.

Elle grew somewhat impatient as his hands had not moved. 'What's he waiting for?' She took his hands once again and slipped them under her bra.

'What the hell are you doing?' Was all that managed to flash across his brain. 'You have no idea what you're supposed to do!' He found himself having a bit of an inner conflict. At first he thought that he should stop because he's afraid of disappointing her but then the hormones kicked in again. 'Spencer are you sure you're not gay? Cuz if you don't do anything that's what she's going to think, I mean she's letting you get this far and besides, look at her! Good thing she's completely gorgeous or you might actually have a problem! For Jesus Christ do something!' His hormones won. He moved his hands around inside her bra and then down her back. He placed both of his hands on her butt and grasped gently. He ran his right hand down over her butt until he reached bare leg. He tickled her skin slowly and then moved his hand back on her shorts. He heard Elle let out a low moan and he took it as a positive sign. 'Note to self: you did something right!' She dragged her fingernails slowly down his chest, which once again made him shiver. 'She's making the task of stopping this very difficult, her fingernails are like the perfect length!'

She moved down and started kissing down his chest and stomach. She traced the goose bumps that were freshly formed on his skin from the ends of her long hair tickling his chest. She kissed along the hem of his dress pants and then reached her hand towards the top button. She was about to undo it when one of their cell phones rang.

Elle sat up on him and looked at the phones on the bedside table. "It's yours," she said annoyed.

He reached across the bed with his right hand and answered his phone, "Reid." Upon hearing the voice on the other end he brought his left hand, which was still on Elle's butt, back towards his body. She looked at him curiously. "Its Morgan," he mouthed to her.

"Ohh," she mouthed back. She was still running her hands along Reid's chest when her phone rang too. She leapt across the bed and answered the phone as quickly as possible. "Greenaway," she said once she was on the other side of the room.

It was Hotch. "Yeah, I would like you to come in this afternoon, we don't have a case but there's something I need to talk to the whole team about."

"Okay," she said understandingly. "I'll be in." When she hung up the phone she turned back to Reid who was already finished his conversation with Morgan.

She sat back on top of him. "Where were we?" She asked seductively as she took his hand and ran it up her leg towards the edge of her shorts. She pushed his hand slightly under the fabric.

'Okay Spencer, you have to get out now! You're just going to make an ass out of yourself.' He bolted up and swung his legs around to the edge of the bed. "I should probably go, thank you," he said awkwardly. He put back on his t-shirt and took his dress shirt in his hand as he fast walked out of the room.

"Bye," Elle said pitifully. Once she heard the door slam shut she fell back on her bed. "Wow! I must have been on my A-game this morning," she said sarcastically to herself.

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Quantico, Virginia

Behavioral Analysis Unit Headquarters

Reid walked over towards the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. Even though Morgan had told him that Hotch didn't need them until the afternoon, he had decided to come to the office almost immediately. After he left Elle's, he drove to his apartment on the other side of town, took a necessary cold shower, and then left for Quantico. He continued to stir his coffee until he heard Morgan's voice behind him. "Did you have fun on your sleepover?" He asked smirking.

Reid looked up at him. "Shut up! That never happened."

Morgan continued to smirk, "Well you must have gotten some action. When I was talking to you, I was standing right next to Hotch and when he dialed Elle's number I heard a phone ring in the background. Well of course it may have just been a coincidence," he said sarcastically.

"No, I was over to Elle's this morning," Reid said as he took a sip of coffee.

"Oh and let me guess you just woke up really early this morning and decided to pay her a visit."

Reid was about to respond but he was distracted by Elle walking past them. Reid couldn't help but think about the fact that she looked absolutely gorgeous, as usual. She had taken the time to curl her hair and she wore a tight, dark purple turtleneck and black dress pants.

"Hey Elle," Morgan said casually.

"Hey Derek," Elle said plainly as she walked past them, not even acknowledging Reid.

Once she was out of ear shot, Morgan turned to Reid. "Oh the cold shoulder! What did you do?"

Reid shook his head. "I don't wanna talk about it," he said quietly.

Morgan began to tease him, "Come on, how far did ya get? First base? Second base?" Reid gave no response. "THIRD BASE?"

Luckily for Reid the bullpen was deserted. "Shhh, and besides I have no idea what you're talking about."

Morgan laughed, "Oh come on Reid. You don't know how to play baseball with a girl." Reid looked at him confused. "Okay so first base is standard, kissing." Reid nodded. "Come on man, ya gotta know what second base is?" Reid shook his head innocently. "Ya know a little up the shirt action," Morgan said smirking.

"Oh," Reid replied simply.

"And then ya know, third, well you already went up so…" Reid had to struggle from not choking on his coffee. "So what was it?"

"Umm," Reid began awkwardly, "the second one."

Morgan smirked, "My man," he said proudly. "So what's the problem?"

"Well based on your description of 'baseball', I think I was encouraged to slide into third, so to speak…"

Morgan laughed, "And?"

"And I stopped and abruptly left her house without an explanation."

"Why?" Morgan asked bewildered.

Reid shifted his weight awkwardly, "Honestly…"

Morgan looked at him sincerely, "Reid you can trust me."

"I had never even kissed a girl before Elle…well besides Lila…"

"Well I think I've discovered your problem."

"Which is?" Reid asked anxiously.

"See now she thinks that you know what you're doing, when really you don't, but she thinks that you do and that you just don't want to do it to her. See what I'm saying?"

Reid gave Morgan a confused look, "Not really."

"She thinks that you think she's ugly."

Reid was still confused. "But she's so pretty, why would she think that?"

Morgan laughed, "Cuz you're not touching her."

"Ohh," Reid said, finally understanding. "So what do I do?"

"You tell her," Morgan answered simply.

"Tell her what?" Reid asked stupidly.

"That you're inexperienced when it comes to these matters." He watched the worried look form on Reid's face. "Reid, it's Elle and if she really likes you, she's not gonna care."

Meanwhile……

Elle entered "Garcia's bunker" and loudly slammed the door behind her. "Who peed in your cornflakes this morning?" Garcia asked half laughing.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Elle replied quickly.

"Okay then," Garcia said confused. Why would Elle come into her domain unless she wanted to talk about something or they were working a case, which she knew for certain that they weren't.

Elle paced back and forth behind Garcia and there was a momentary silence before Elle blurted out, "What's wrong with him?"

"What?" Garcia asked completely unaware of what Elle was talking about.

Elle ignored her question. "Or what's wrong with me?"

"Elle stop! I have no idea what you're gettin' on with!"

"Reid seems repulsed by me." Elle seemed to be talking to herself more than Garcia.

"Wait! What? Reid?" Garcia asked surprised. She had always noticed the sexual tension between the two but she never thought that anything would actually happen. She had suggested to JJ in New York that something might be going on but she was just kidding. "Why is Reid repulsed by you?"

JJ walked through the door before Elle had a chance to answer. "Hey, what are we talking about?"

"Elle and Reid are doing it!" Garcia exclaimed.

"What?" JJ asked, equally as surprised as Garcia had been.

Elle glared slightly at Garcia. "No, we're not, that's the problem."

JJ took a seat on the edge of Garcia's desk so that they were both facing Elle. "We're completely lost; you're going to have to start from the beginning."

"Well…" Elle began but Garcia cut her off.

"You hooked up in New York right? You did, didn't you?"

"Yes Garcia," Elle answered calmly.

"Okay so you guys got together in New York. So what's this whole 'he's repulsed by me' thing?" JJ laughed at Garcia's attempt to mimic Elle's voice.

"So he stayed over last night…"

Garcia cut her off again, "Ooooo."

"No, nothing happened, we just slept, he didn't do anything. But this morning we were fooling around…" JJ laughed as Garcia made an "eww" sound. "I thought you wanted to hear the story?" Elle asked annoyed.

"Oh of course, I do," Garcia replied anxiously.

"So we were fooling around and he just left," Elle finished her story quietly.

"In the middle?" Garcia asked confused.

Elle nodded. "I don't think he's sexually attracted to me."

"Shut your pie hole woman! It's not possible to be in a relationship with somebody unless you're at least a little sexually attracted to them." JJ nodded in agreement. "And besides, his eyes are all over you all the time."

"Yeah Elle, I wouldn't worry about the attraction thing," JJ added.

"Yeah Elle," Garcia chuckled, "you're totally sexy."

Elle looked down. "Okay, if you say so," she said sarcastically.

Garcia nodded, "Trust me, you are."

Finally, JJ proposed some actual advice. "Elle, have you considered the possibility that Reid's never been with a girl before?"

Garcia exchanged a look with JJ and then nodded. "Yeah it's a definite possibility."

"Really?" Elle asked puzzled.

The two women nodded again. "Yeah definitely," they said in unison.

"I mean, I had considered it initially but he's a really good kisser so I assumed he had some extensive practice."

"Really?" Garcia asked in a dreamlike state.

Elle smiled and nodded, "And he is almost twenty-five…"

JJ laughed lightly, "Yeah but he's Reid, most of the time he's completely awkward around the opposite sex."

"So what do I do?" Elle asked curiously.

"You ask him," Garcia said simply.

"Ask him what?"

JJ laughed, "You ask him if he's ever done this before." They watched Elle's face become worried. "Elle, if he really likes you, he's gonna be relieved that you asked."

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Morgan, Elle, Reid, JJ, and Garcia sat at the round table in the conference room while Hotch stood in front of them and Gideon sat on a desk at the back of the room. "One week of every year," Hotch began, "each BAU team gives a seminar to representatives from up to ten FBI Field Offices across the country." He laughed lightly, "We got out of this last year because we were working the Tommy-killer case but we're scheduled for this year. Elle and JJ this will be your first, the rest of us have done this before." He pulled a sheet out of the folder he was holding. "This year the seminars are in Seattle, San Diego, Dallas, Chicago, Miami, and Boston. We are scheduled in…"

Morgan crossed his fingers and wished quietly, "Miami, Miami, Miami…"

"Miami."

"Yes!" Morgan said excitedly.

"We will be educating representatives from the following field offices: Birmingham, Mobile, D.C., Jacksonville, Tampa, North Miami Beach, Atlanta, Charlotte, Baltimore, and Columbia."

Gideon spoke up, "Treat this like a vacation, there's no blood, no dead bodies, nobody to save, we're simply telling fellow agents, and in your case Garcia, fellow technicians…

"Thank you sir," Garcia said quietly.

"…what they're looking for, it's basically a one week crash course in profiling."

Hotch nodded and then said, "We'll fly out tomorrow at one."

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After dinner, Elle sat on her couch and chewed on her nails nervously. After awhile she picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Jennifer Jareau," JJ answered formally.

"JJ, it's me, Elle, he hasn't called," Elle said fretfully.

JJ laughed lightly, "Elle its Reid, he probably doesn't realize he's expected to call. Why don't you call him?" She suggested sincerely.

"I dunno if I should," Elle replied apprehensively. She paused and then said, "Thanks JJ."

"No problem," JJ smiled and turned off her cell phone.

Elle remained seated on the couch until she silently came to the decision that she was going to go to his apartment. 'It'll probably be more uncomfortable over the phone than it would be in person.' She grabbed her coat and keys and left her house.

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Reid heard an unexpected, light knock on his apartment door. He hopped off of his couch and poked his head out around the door. "Elle!" He said surprised. "Come in," he said as he pulled the door wide open. "Let me take your coat," he said gentlemanly.

"Oh thank you," she replied as she untied and then slipped her arms out of her dark brown, polyester jacket. She passed it to him and he hung it up on a coat rack beside the door.

He gestured for her to have a seat on his black, leather sofa. She sat down and pulled her legs under her. There was an awkward silence while Elle glanced around Reid's apartment. It was surprisingly big; she was amazed that he could afford such a roomy place in a good neighborhood in Washington D.C. on a government salary. The living room walls were painted a dark charcoal and there were several small bookcases behind the TV, which was almost in the left hand corner of the room. There was a coffee table directly in front of the couch on top of a large, beige rug, and a gorgeous fireplace was built into the wall in front of the coffee table. Elle turned her head to look behind her where there was a fair sized kitchen.

He took a seat beside her and said, "I have something to tell you."

Coincidently enough, at the same exact moment Elle had said, "I have something to ask you."

He laughed, "Go ahead," he said politely.

Elle shook her head, "No, you go first because I think what you're about to tell me is what I was going to ask."

"Okay," he started uneasily. He looked down at his shaking hands and then he clumsily tucked his hair behind his ears. "I've…never…'done anything' with a girl before." He laughed awkwardly, "I mean anything."

He looked up at her as she placed her hand on his. "I don't care."

"Really?" He asked stunned.

She smiled at him, "Yeah, it doesn't matter. And I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable this morning. I was too...aggressive."

"It's okay," he said relieved. His face suddenly turned serious again. "I hope you don't mind if we take things slow."

Again, she smiled at him sweetly. "Whatever you want to do is fine by me. We'll move at your pace."

"Okay," he said excitedly. He grinned and moved closer to her, "Well I do enjoy this whole kissing thing." He placed his hands on her face and began kissing her affectionately. She forced herself to keep her hands at her sides as he continued to kiss her.

After what seemed like forever, she pulled back. "I should get going." She was already up off of the couch when she felt him grab her by the arm.

She turned around. "No stay," he begged quietly.

"What?" She asked shocked.

"Stay the night," he said simply.

"What?" She repeated again.

He got up off of the couch and stood beside her, taking her hands in his. "Sleep here." He wasn't sure how to make his point any clearer.

"Are you sure?" She asked considerately.

He nodded, "Yeah."

She laughed, "But I have nothing to sleep in." She looked down at what she was wearing and laughed awkwardly. "I only have two layers of clothing on," she said quietly.

"So?" He asked stupidly.

She laughed again, "If I didn't know any better I would say that you are trying to get me in my underwear."

"Well it's just as much as you slept in last night."

"Yeah and you said that you couldn't sleep," she teased.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I'll live." He led her towards his bedroom. "Come on." His bedroom was similar to hers, it was simple and functional. "I'm going to go in the bathroom to change. I'll be back." He kissed her softly before he left. "Make yourself at home." He smiled before he closed the door of the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. 'I wonder if he sleeps shirtless,' Elle pondered as she sat on the edge of the large queen-sized bed and looked around the room mindlessly. He came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of navy, plaid, pajama pants and a plain, white t-shirt. 'Well that's unfortunate.' Elle stood up as he went to turn down the bedcovers. He looked over at her and laughed, "You know you don't have to sleep in your clothes," he repeated her words from the night before.

She laughed, "What am I supposed to do, strip down?"

"If you like." Elle raised an eyebrow. "Elle, I'll live," he assured her.

She gave him an 'Okay, if you insist' look and turned back on to him. She pulled her dark purple turtleneck over her head and unzipped her black dress pants, revealing a matching pair of lace underwear, black bra and panties. 'Okay, rethink that I'll live comment.' She neatly folded and stacked her clothes next to the bed. When she turned back around he had to catch his breath. 'Yup, really bad decision. You're not going to sleep at all tonight.'

She got into the bed and pulled the bedclothes up to her neck. "Goodnight," she said sweetly.

He slid into the bed next to her once he had flicked off the lamp on his bedside table. "Goodnight," he said in a high-pitched voice.

Elle had fallen asleep almost immediately while he lay in bed with his eyes open. 'Yeah, good one Spencer, "you can sleep in your underwear, I'll live." Idiot!' The moonlight streamed in through the blinds allowing him to see her. She turned over in her sleep so that she was facing him and the bedclothes had slipped down her body. 'Grrrreeaattt!' He pulled the sheets back up over her shoulders so that she wouldn't get cold. 'She is after all sleeping in only her underwear, good one genius!' She moved in her sleep once again, this time closer to him. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body and he could hear her breathing peacefully. He moved over onto his back and in the process his foot accidentally brushed against hers, sending shivers down his spine. He tilted his head and watched as she turned onto her back and pushed the bed sheets off of her body. 'Elle! Stop teasing me in your sleep.' He involuntarily took in the features off her perfect body. Her womanly curves were in perfect proportion to her slim figure. Her abdomen was fit and thin, but not enough that he could see her ribs poking out. Her black panties hugged her small hips and her long, dark brown, almost black, hair slowly slid off of her small shoulders. Her skin tone was naturally tan because of her Hispanic heritage and her long legs glistened in the moonlight. 'Spencer stop it, you're just driving yourself insane. Turn over so that you can't see her.' Reid turned over so that his back was to Elle. 'There…now you can go to sleep.'

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Elle slowly opened her eyes and sat up in the bed. She looked around and saw that Reid was nowhere to be found. She looked down at her watch, it was 8:30 A.M. She stood up next to the bed and put back on her clothes from yesterday. Her hair had lost some of its curl in her sleep but it was still very wavy. She opened the door to leave his bedroom and walked into the living room. She found him back on to her in the kitchen, he was surprisingly still in the same clothes he slept in. "What are you doing?"

He turned around, "Good morning gorgeous. I'm making you breakfast."

She laughed, "I had no idea that you could cook."

He turned back around, returning to the stove. "Cooking is simple chemistry, and besides I follow directions incredibly well." He looked back at her, "Sit down." She took a seat at the kitchen table and contained her laughter as she watched him scuttle around the kitchen. 'He has no idea how attractive he is right now.' "I remembered one morning in the bullpen when you said that your favorite thing in the world is chocolate chip pancakes, so I made them for you." As he spoke he brought her a plate with a full breakfast on it and a cup of coffee.

"You made all of this for me," she said referring to the pancakes, bacon, and a cheese omelet on the plate he had just laid down in front of her.

"Well of course." He smiled as he sat across from her with his own plate of breakfast.

"Spencer that's so sweet." She smiled at him, still in shock of how sweet he is.

"Yeah, well you're worth it." He smiled at her shyly and then gestured to her plate, "Eat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day; it gets your metabolism going." 'He also has no idea that if we weren't taking things slow he would get laid after this.'

"Well that was absolutely delicious." She complimented him after they had both finished eating. "I should go home now, I have to shower and pack before we leave for Miami."

"Okay," he got up out of the kitchen chair he was sitting in and got her coat for her. He held it for her as she slipped her arms into it. "See you on the plane."

She nodded. "I think that we should tell Hotch about us. It's not required but I think that we should."

He nodded, "Okay," he said blankly.

She laughed, "Don't worry, I'll tell him." He smiled as she opened the door to leave. "Bye," she said before kissing him lightly on the cheek.

He held the door open as he watched her walk down the hallway and turn the corner. He was about to close the door when the guy his age who lived in the apartment across from him opened his door. He caught a glimpse of Elle and he smirked at Reid, "Nice."

Reid smiled back, "Yeah, I think I'll keep her," he said as he closed his apartment door.