It was a late night, and Kate Callahan was waiting for Spencer Reid.

And he wasn't coming.

Standing outside of the BAU buildings, and leaning on the wall, she vaguely wished for a cigarette, if only for appearances' sake. Everyone always smoked in movies.

Smoking was a disgusting habit, though. Kate shook the notion from her mind and sighed, crossing and recrossing her legs to keep moving. It was chilly out. She shoved her hands into her coat pocket and watched as her breath made clouds in the February night air.

"Come on, Reid," she mumbled, dancing from foot to foot in anticipation. "It's time."

"What?"

She turned to see Reid standing there, looking adorably tall, and deliciously red cheeked from the cold. "Hey," she said, grinning up at him.

"Hey," he returned. "Have you been waiting here all this time?"

"Yes," she admitted, bouncing up to kiss his cheek.

"You shouldn't have," he murmured, slinging an arm around her and they started walking. "I told you I might be awhile."

"I was afraid of missing you if I went to the cars," Kate said, quickening her pace to keep in step, but Reid slowed when he realized she had to.

"I told you I'd drive straight to your apartment," he said, a puzzled frown on his face as he looked down at her.

"It felt weird to leave without you," she said.

"We always go to work separately," he countered. "And we always leave separately."

"Yes, but at the same time," she insisted. "Come on, Chance. Humor me."

"Why should I?" He joked, pulling her closer.

"Because I've got news," she said. "I'm pregnant."

Flashback three months ago.

"I don't care if I'm kicked from the team," Kate insisted, standing in the doorway to Reid's apartment a few weeks after he'd been let out of the hospital. "I'm ready to...take the next step. Aren't you?"

"I don't know," he said, staring at her.

"Are you a virgin?" She asked suddenly, baldly.

"Are you?" Reid countered, and she shook her head ruefully.

"I lost it in high school," she confessed. "It was the wrong decision at the time. But all I cared about was losing the v-card before I went to college. You?"

"No, I'm not," he said. "It's complicated, though."

"I like complicated," Kate said, walking forward to sit next to him on the couch. "Though it would simplify things if we just started making out at this point, instead of talking about former flames."

Reid nodded. "It would simplify things."

"But?" Kate asked.

"I want to talk this through, I guess," he said. "I want to get it out. Most people do assume that I'm a virgin. I know Morgan thinks I am."

"Who was it?" She asked.

"She slept with me on a dare," Reid admitted. "But it was amazing. I didn't know it until weeks afterward, and it crushed me."

"I'm sorry," she said, leaning towards him.

"I'm not," Reid admitted. "Like I said, it was amazing."

She looked at him in amazement, and he grinned at her. "She lost something special that night," Kate said, and kissed him.

Their lips met quickly, hungrily. Reid's hands went to her shoulders, and she flung her arms around his neck.

"I want you," Kate said. "I want you for you. I've wanted you, this, for a long time. You're a sexy man, Spencer Reid."

"Really?" He gasped, moving his lips to her neck and she gasped.

"Not to mention a tease," she said. "There was one time you were bending over at your desk, to explain something to JJ. It was torture."

"I never knew I was such a turn on," he teased. "But you, on the other hand. Do you know how dangerous it is when you bend over? Once you were just showing me an article in a magazine, and I almost lost it right there."

His hands went to the buttons on her shirt, and started unbuttoning them with nimble fingers.

"You're doing that with such ease, I have a hard time believing you haven't done this much before," Kate said. "Keep at it."

He pulled her shirt off, revealing a lacy bra underneath. "I never understood the fascination with breasts growing up," he admitted, reaching behind her to unclip her bra, but there was no fastening.

"It's in the front," Kate gasped.

"Okay," he said, and moved his hand back. "I only recently realized that it isn't the breasts that are appealing, not in and of themselves." He met her eyes for a brief moment while his hands fingered the fastening. "It's who they belong to."

A/N: I'm stopping there...for now. Feeling a bit bashful. If you want more, though, just say and I'll see what I can do.

As the summary said, this is a tie in to Calla Lily, published separately since it is M-rated.