A/n hey all, this new story is the result of a long conversation and challenge from tearbos. Many thanks to her, and to my beta REIDFANATIC. This is rated M for a reason, and are Reid and Emily pairing. If you don't like that pairing, or the rating is too high for your age, turn back now. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: There is no way the show is mine, so please don't sue.

Misunderstandings

Emily shut the door behind her. It went with a soft click and she sighed. Her ready bag was so heavy! She let it slip from her left hand, to thud on the floor of the hotel room. JJ had got them separate rooms this time and Emily was glad to be alone. The communications agent was a good friend, but her perky, upbeat attitude got on Emily's nerves some days. Like today… JJ had spent the entire day poking her in the ribs, or winking in her direction whenever Reid opened his mouth. It was a wonder Hotch hadn't figured out that…

She shook her head vigorously to clear it, and picked her bag up to take it to the bed. The team had stopped for the night, and they were supposed to meet for dinner in the hotel restaurant. She pulled a black tank from her bag and pair of black jeans. Her hair went into a ponytail after she changed. It didn't look right though, so she pulled the holder out of her hair and smoothed it down. Her eyes looked really big and dark. Her mascara was smeared, so she grabbed her facial cleanser and cleaned off the makeup. It was getting time to go by the time she reapplied the makeup. She put her shoes back on and took a minute to ask herself why she was primping for dinner with the team.

The hallway was quiet when she shut the door behind her and walked to the corner. Her thoughts crowded out everything around her until she was about to step around the corner to the elevator. Voices wafted back to her and she recognized them immediately.

"…you I don't think -"

"That's the problem with you Reid… You think too much. She's a beautiful woman. I saw the way she was looking at you today."

Emily stopped in her tracks and pressed her back up against the wall. Who were they talking about? Who had Reid been looking at? Was it one of the officers, or that female detective in the case? She was about to walk around the corner when she heard Reid say.

"Emily doesn't look at me any special way."

Emily wanted to laugh at the squeak in Reid's voice. God… he was so adorable and sexy when his voice got all high pitched like that. Wait… sexy... Did she just think about Reid and sexy in the same sentence?

"Reid… you're so blind. She's been checking you out for months now. Why don't you just ask her out and get it over with?"

She couldn't see him, but Emily was sure that Reid's face was approaching purple. He was so cute when flustered. Actually he was cute in any mood. Except anger… no one had really seen him mad, but she bet that it was totally hot…

"I can't ask her out. She'd laugh at me Morgan."

No… she wouldn't laugh at him. She would probably jump for joy and to hell with anyone around to see her reaction.

"She's not going to laugh at you."

"You don't know that," He insisted.

"Look… I know you don't have a lot of experience with women my man."

"Shut up Morgan," Reid sounded like he might be getting angry. Emily licked her lips at the thought, and then mentally slapped herself. This was crazy. She needed to walk around the corner and just - well that was the problem - confront them.

"Look… it's simple… She likes you, you like her. Invite her for coffee or something. I'm sure that if you turn on your natural charm, you'd get some lovin'"

Emily felt her face get hot. She couldn't turn the corner till they left. Morgan would know that she had heard them and he wouldn't let her live it down.

"I can't believe you're saying that." Reid was squeaking again.

"I'll make you a bet… You take her out and I'm going to say that you get at least to third base."

There was total silence in the hallway for about ten seconds before Reid said. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Emily heard Morgan say something in a low tone and then laugh. Reid said, "Oh… ah… well… Oh God… I don't think…"

"Trust me…" Morgan said, still chuckling.

"I'm not betting on Emily." Reid said.

Emily wanted to kiss him for that. "Come on Reid… I've got fifty that says you bat those baby browns, and you'll have the best night of your young life.

You are so dead… I'm going to show you what it's like to have your ass kicked by the daughter of a US Ambassador.

"Alright I th-" She heard Reid say. The elevator dinged and cut off the rest of his sentence. She waited for them to get on before rounding the corner. All she could think of while waiting for the next elevator was that there was going to be hell to pay!

--

Reid was the last of the team to enter the bull pen. He was alone with Emily which made his hands shake. Emily had been busy ignoring JJ and Morgan, who were trying to get her to ask Reid out. He was pretending not to notice, but it was obvious. Maybe Morgan was right. He could ask her out and then when Emily said no, Morgan would leave him alone. Yeah… that would work. He would get the humiliation over and things could get back to normal.

The team finally left except for Emily, who was sitting across from him and studying the file in front of her. It was now or never.

"Um… Emily." He asked timidly.

She looked up at him and for a minute he thought he saw anger burning in her eyes. That couldn't be right. He hadn't done anything to make her mad, right?

"Yes…" She said pleasantly and the anger was gone.

"Do you… Ah… well… do you want to go get some coffee with me."

She looked at him for so long that he thought he made the biggest mistake of his life. "Ah… look… I'm sorry Emily I thought that -"

"Yes…" She said suddenly, and he felt the blood rush back to his head from his sick feeling stomach.

"Really… Um… I mean when." He practically shouted.

"Hey… don't have an aneurysm Reid." Emily laughed. "I think coffee sounds good. Why don't you come to my place?" She said coyly.

"Oh… ah… I don't think that's nec-"

Emily had come around to stand right in front of him. She leaned down and put a hand in his hair. She pulled his head back and kissed him.

"I have a great view from my apartment. Meet there in two hours." She ordered and then left Reid sitting there stunned.

--

He went to her apartment two hours later despite his misgivings at her attitude. There was something wrong. Maybe if he talked to her, she'd tell him what was wrong and he could help her. He didn't like to see the stress and upset in her eyes. Maybe the last case was getting to her.

She opened the door after he rang the bell a second time. He froze in place at the sight of her and suddenly lost the ability to breathe or think straight. Emily had pulled her hair up in a clip that left her bangs and the back of her hair down, but the sides were swept up and fell in waves to the back of her head. She wore a black silk camisole that dipped down halfway to her belly. He could see her nipples through the fabric. The black leather mini skirt made his mouth dry. It stopped halfway down her thighs. She didn't have stockings on, but the six inch stilettos put her about three inches taller them him. He yanked his eyes away from her shoes and back to her eyes.

"You going to come in, or just stand there staring," Emily asked, with a smirk.

"Oh… ah yeah… thanks," He followed her into the apartment and couldn't stop staring at the way her ass moved under the skirt. She swayed on the heels as though she were born to walk on them. He hoped she wouldn't turn and look too closely at him. His pants had suddenly tightened painfully.

"Sit down… I'll bring you a cup of coffee. You like a lot of sugar, right."

"Yeah…" he breathed. She was looking him up and down and her eyes were sparkling.

"See you in a minute." She sashayed away to the kitchen and he went to the window.

The view was spectacular. He could see the Lincoln Memorial right in front of him. The memorial was white in the darkness. He wondered what the view was like from there in the light of day, or when the sun was coming up. He began to hum the heavy metal song that was playing softly in the background.

"Hey Reid… you want your coffee." Emily asked.

He turned from the window and saw to cups sitting in on the coffee table. "Yeah… you have a really great view. How did you find this place?" He sat at one end of the big sectional couch and reached for his coffee.

Emily sat down right next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He shivered and pulled away from him and the feel of her breath on his neck. She smelled of something musky and spicy. "What's wrong Reid?" She said running a finger up into his hair. He didn't meet her eyes.

"Ah… N-nothing… I just think -"

"What do you think," She said, tracing that same finger down over his neck to his shoulder, then to his arm. He shivered again.

"Emily… I don't know why you're doing this but I think I should leave."

"No… I think we need to stop playing games Spencer. I like you… And you like me… Why else would you ask me out?" Her lips went back to the sensitive flesh of his neck, while one hand pulled his tie off.

"Yes…" He breathed. "I like you a lot Emily, but -" Coffee sloshed over the rim of his cup as his hand began to shake. He put it down on the saucer with a chattering clink.

Emily's hand found the button on his pants and opened it. She dragged the zipper down very slowly while Reid's breathing speeded up.

"Emily…"

"Shh… Just lay back baby…"

She leaned over and kissed him. He jerked away in surprise, but she ignored his protests and captured his mouth with hers, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue was lapping up his mouth and her hand found its way into his white cotton boxers. He groaned loudly when her hand began to stroke his hardening manhood.

"Emily… God… Oh… Emily…"

"Relax Spencer…" She went back to kissing him, and then moved down to his neck. He hissed and moaned when her hand speeded up it rhythm. She yanked at his pants and he lifted his hips to let her pull them down with his boxers.

She began to open the button on his shirt with her free hand while her mouth stayed busy on his neck. "Emily… gotta stop…"

She raised her head and grinned up at him. "Do you really mean that," She challenged him as she pushed his shirt off and he was nude in front of her. Her hand continued to slowly stroke his hard and throbbing erection.

"No… God… temporary insanity," He gasped out.

"That's what I thought."

She licked her way down his hairless and pale chest to the beginning of a line of hair that ran down to mass at his throbbing manhood.

"Emily…" He gasped when she took him in her mouth and began to suckle him. "Jesus… Don't stop… God… Emily… I… Emily…"

He was squeaking. Emily tasted a bit of precum welling up from the head of his cock. She looked up and saw him lying back on the couch with his eyes closed. His face was flushed and one hand tangled in her hair, pulling off the clip that held it up.

"Emily…" She smirked and let him slide a little out of her mouth. "Emily… Please don't stop… That feels so good."

She took him back into her mouth, swallowing in as much as she could, but he was big. She started to suck again and hum at the back of her throat.

His hands pulled at her hair. "Emily… I'm so close baby."

She stopped sucking abruptly, and let him slide out of her mouth. She stood up and moved away from the couch just as "The Doors." began to sing "Don't you love her madly."

His eyes flew open and he looked up in dazed amazement. "Emily… what are you doing." He groaned.

She threw his shirt and tie at him. "Get dressed, and then get the hell out of here." She ordered him and the rage was back in her eyes.

"Emily… What did I do?" He was bewildered, and frustrated, and horny as hell.

"Tell Morgan he owes you fifty bucks. I think what just happened qualifies as third base. Don't you?"