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A/n Adele's up to no good again. This idea came from the scene in the bus station during "Reflection of Desire." Please enjoy. There will be more come soon. The next chapters will be M rated.
Ear Lobes and Lobotomies
"I can't believe you said that in front of Hotch." Reid squeaked.
"I was right… You were staring." Emily argued. "And Hotch mentioned it first, not me."
"I wasn't staring at her. I was looking and smiling politely. There's a difference."
Emily slammed her book shut. "I'm not mad at you Reid. I get that you're a man and you look at other women."
Reid shut his book just as hard and threw it down on the long l shaped reclining couch that was his only comfort in the small living room. "Are you going to tell me what's really bothering you?"
"I thought we promised not to profile each other."
"I'm not profiling you. Your body language is screaming your displeasure at me. I want to know what I did to make you so mad at me."
She threw up her hands. "You just don't get it… Do you?"
He rubbed the knuckles of his right hand over his jaw. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about."
"This is exactly why I don't want to talk about it."
"Then I think you should leave." Reid said reasonably. "Clearly I irritate you right now. You should go until you're ready to talk."
Emily only stared at him, her dark eyes sparking angrily. "You gawked at that woman. You smiled at her. You barely gave me a second glance."
"What are you talking about?"
She drew in a long breath and let it out very slowly, "In the train station, when I walked by you guys like I didn't know you. You didn't notice me!"
"I didn't know I was supposed to." He squeaked again. "You're the one that wanted to keep our relationship a secret. I love you Emily Prentiss. I don't care who knows about us."
She stayed silent for so long his scalp began to prick nervously. "You're right." She finally said. "I'm acting like a crazy jealous girlfriend."
He slid closer her and ran the long fingers of his right hand through her hair. "There's no one else for me but you." He kissed her cheek. "I might appreciate the aesthetics of other women, but none of them will ever equal all your fantastic qualities."
She took his face between her hands. "Good answer Dr. Reid. You're a fast learner."
He leaned into to kiss her warm mouth. "They don't call me a genius for nothing."
"You're not completely off the hook though," She warned him. "I still think a pretty woman has the ability to reduce that big brain to babbling incoherency."
"I promise I won't stare at other women."
"I'm not talking about other girls."
She fingered his ear lobe, stroking it up and down. "I was talking about me."
"You?"
She slipped out of his grasp and reached for her go bag. "Yes me… I'm going to reduce your IQ to at least 60 and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
He shivered at the possibility, but he made his hands stay still in his lap. "It's not possible for the actions of one person to lower the IQ of another person."
"You every heard of a frontal lobotomy Reid." Emily smirked.
"Actually… A frontal lobotomy was a popular method of controlling the mental ill at the beginning of the 20th century. It's largely died out, but doctors still use some types of lobotomies to treat otherwise untreatable psychological disorders like some clinical depression or obsessional disorders."
"Why do I try?" Emily complained.
"You should know better by now." Reid agreed seriously.
"I'm leaving now." She informed him.
"Hey…" He jumped up from the couch and hurried to her. "I thought you were staying over."
"You were the one that said I needed to go until I could talk reasonably. And, I think you need some time to rest up and conserve your strength."
His puppy eyes pleaded with her. "I thought you were going to teach me a lesson."
"Oh I intend to show you just what I can do to you, but it's going to be when you least expect it." She put her hand on the doorknob.
"Emily…"
"You can beg all you want, but I'm not staying here tonight." She tapped his chin with the first finger of her right hand.
"Please!"
She winked at him. "Go to bed Reid."
The next thing he knew she'd grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a searing goodbye kiss. Her hands tangled in his hair while her tongue swept the inside of his mouth. She licked the back of his teeth, the pulled away to bite down on his bottom lip.
"Emily!"
"Sorry babe… I really have to go. I plan on a great night's sleep."
She left him standing there with his mouth hanging open and a distinct bulge in pants.
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Three days and three sleepless nights later, Reid was on high alert waiting for Emily's promised revenge. He couldn't understand why she hadn't acted yet. He rubbed the knuckles along of his right hand along his jaw, his file folder forgotten on his desk. He'd completely lost the ability to concentrate two days ago. He heartily thanked whatever higher power made sure they didn't have an urgent case with which to deal.
"Hey pretty boy…" Morgan teased.
"What do you want Morgan?" He decided not to look at his all too perceptive friend.
"You've been staring at that same file folder for the last hour. What's got your exceptional grey matter in an uproar?"
"None of your business…" He snapped.
If he had to deal with Morgan on top of everything else, he'd go nuts.
"Just trying to help," Morgan answered in a completely unperturbed tone.
"I'm fine." Reid said in his firmest voice. He put aside the unfinished file and grabbed his bag. "I'm going home."
"It's only just five o'clock." Morgan reminded him.
"I'm tired, we don't have a case and I have a splitting headache." Reid lied.
"Okay man, if there's anything I can do."
Reid refused to let Morgan's conciliatory tone lull him. "No! I'll see you tomorrow."
Emily had disappeared half an hour ago and he was tired of waiting for her. She'd been very affectionate over the last three days when no one could see them, but she pretended that their conversation regarding her so-called plan to turn his brain to babbling mush, had never taken place.
He waited for the elevator with five other agents, trying not to look like he was looking for her to follow him. It seemed like forever before the elevator finally opened on the sixth floor. They all entered the car and as the door closed someone called. "Hold the elevator."
Emily dashed inside with her bag slung over her shoulder and a big smile on her face. She faced Reid all the way down to the main level ignoring the looks from the other agents. He felt his face going very red as she stood there smiling at him until the doors opened.
He nearly called out to her to wait but clamped down on it just in time. God he hated all this secrecy with the team and the FBI. They'd been dating for months now. Surely, they could tell Hotch and he'd admit the it hadn't affected their jobs.
Emily slipped through the doors to the parking lot before he could catch up to her. He hurried as fast as he could to her car. She'd just unlocked the door when he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Emily…"
"Can't talk now Reid, I have to meet my mother. She wants help with the Charity Christmas Ball this year."
"Come on Emily. I said I'm sorry a hundred times."
She turned back and smiled at him as other agents headed to their cars. She kept her head turned carefully away from the surveillance cameras outside the building "I know you are baby." She agreed, running her gloved finger down the side of his face.
"Then why haven't you stayed over this week." He was whining, but he didn't care.
"Don't whine Reid it's not attractive."
"Please Emily… I miss you."
"Trust me babe… I'll make it worth your while and prove a point at the same time.
She leaned in as though to whisper something in his ear. Instead, she licked his left lobe then nipped it hard enough to make him jump. "See you tomorrow."
Tomorrow… Thank God, it was Friday! Then maybe he could take the weekend and have a reasonable conversation with Emily. Surely, logic would show her the error of her ways.
