A/N: Hey I'm Lex and this is my first story. I hope you like it as I had fun writing it! Oh and trust me...the only thing I own is Agent Tatianna Kane

It was late in the night so the party was in full swing. Men and women with drinks in their hands and ridiculous party hats on littered Morgan's house hold. This New Year, Morgan had decided to have a celebration at his newly renovated and furnished house. A decent sized four bedroom with a back deck bigger than Reid's bedroom. The young genius in question stood off to the side of the living room/dance floor and studied the gyrating bodies. Well just one in particular if he was honest.

Over the past year Tatianna Kane had become more to Spencer Reid than a co-worker. She was his unlikely best friend. She was as vicious as she could be sweet. As guarded as she could be open. As serious as she was goofy. In some ways, she reminded him of Emily and that's what drew him to her. However over time they created a friendship all their own. Kane didn't mind listening to his ramblings or watching Dr. Who. He often found himself in her kitchen helping her bake or off on photography adventures. That's what she liked to do and Reid was always willing to do whatever she wanted.

Right now, he stood off to the side. Lurking near the kitchen, sipping the punch obviously made by Garcia…and pretended not to watch her dance. Her honey color skin looked flawless against her short black party dress. The garment was long sleeved, with copious gold embellishments around the neck and was completely backless. Reid didn't presume to understand women's fashion but he knew that dress made him think some inappropriate thoughts about his best friend. It was like kryptonite. She smiled as Morgan twirled her around on the floor, her burgundy lips against sparkly white teeth.

"Kane looks gorgeous." Rossi snuck up to Reid's side, swirling his Scotch. "But you already know that because you have been staring at her all night."

"I believe you are exaggerating Rossi," Reid felt the blush creep up his neck as he tore his eyes away from her curvy form and to the red plastic cup Morgan had shoved into his hands.

"Take advice from an old man Kid. Don't wait too long on matters of the heart. We never seem to have enough time." Rossi cleared his throat rather loudly. "Here comes your Juliet now."

Reid's head snapped up to look right into her steel colored eyes. Rossi's words stuck with him. He could see his happy ending brewing behind her storm cloud eyes. Reid couldn't hold the slow smile from his face as she twirled up to the two agents with Morgan on her heels.

"Ten minutes until the ball drops." She reminded them, taking a sip from Reid's cup. "Have you two found your midnight Kiss yet?"

"My Last midnight kiss turned into wife number three." Rossi shook his head ruefully. "I'll leave that up to you kids."

"How about it Doc?" Kane turned to him expectantly. "Care to cut loose this year."

"You cut loose enough for the both of us so I'll allow you to head up that department." Reid smirked when she pretended to be hurt. "You know 76% of people between the ages of 21-31 believe that a midnight kiss…"

"Reid, no statistics tonight. Shut that big brain down man." Morgan cut him off with a chuckle as Garcia sashayed up to his side. "Hey Baby Girl,"

"My sculpted God of Chocolate thunder. I require a dance with you before the magic disco ball declares that the New Year has arrived." Garcia gave Morgan a lust filled look that was all too familiar to the rest of the profilers.

"Your wish is my command Goddess." Morgan led the tech kitten out to the dance floor without another look at his teammates.

Kane giggled at the antics before turning on her heels to face Reid. Curly hair flying off her bare shoulders. She placed her hands on either side of his rib cage and look up to him with doe eyes.

"Dance with me Spencer." She smiled excitedly, making his heart clench.

"You know I'm not much of a dancer." Reid huffed, a blush creeping back up his neck. He wasn't sure he could have to her too close in that stimulating garment

"I believe I saw you dance at JJ's wedding. You even appeared to have a bit of skill if memory serves." Rossi grabbed the cup out of his young teammate's hands. "Show her what you got Romeo."

"Romeo huh?" Kane grabbed both his biceps and began dragging him to the center of the dance floor. "Come on, stop thinking so hard Spencer."

"I find it completely foolish when you all say those things. Your brain will never stop thinking." Reid grumbled as he looked back to see that Hotch had taken his place beside Rossi.

"Sorry, you're completely right." She wound her arms around his neck. "Now eyes on me. Good, doctor. Now shut up and dance with me."

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the hypnotizing movement if he even wanted to. God, this woman was going to be the death of him or either his destiny. Kane forced him to gently sway his shoulders in time to her winding movements. Reid got caught up in the pounding base, her intoxicating smell, not to mention the liquor that was clearly flowing through their veins. There was nothing but them. The rest of the world just didn't seem to matter in this one instance. As if Kane had the power to drive away all the sour thoughts from his overworked mind.

"You always promised to never hold back should I ever…how they say…cut a rug with you." Reid cleared his throat after attempting to joke.

"Our first and last dance of the year." Kane whispered to him as the song slowed. "Spencer you have been so good to me since I joined the team. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I want to be good to you," Reid let his hands slide around her hips to rest at the small of her back.

"Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five!" everyone around them shouted at the big television on Morgan's wall. Kane kept her arms around his neck as if she was comfortable in his embrace. She turned her attention to the as ball and left a dazed Spencer Reid to study the bones structure in her face.

"Four"

He couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"Three."

Kane bounced slightly on the balls of her feet. She had changed out of her gold heels long ago, opting for some worn black converses.

"Two."

His heart was beating so fast he was sure Kane could feel it as she was pressed flush against him.

"One. Happy New Year!" Everyone cried together.

He felt Rossi's words deep in his chest as she turned her steel eyes back on him. This was his last chance.