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A/n this little fic was inspired by a photo sent to me by my most excellent beta, of MGG looking rather rough and sexy. What can I say, Adele the Muse loved it. She's truly wicked.

Quarters were just a little too close for her comfort, she decided. She tried to sit with her eyes straight ahead, but she couldn't quite keep them there for any length of time. Who knew he could make a suit look like that? Her eyes flicked to the left and back straight again, before he could notice her staring at him as she waited for the rest of the team to show up.

The rest of the bullpen was silent and dark except for the lamp on her desk and over his desk. The light only made it worse. It haloed around him as if he was some kind of angel. She looked down at the floor again until his seat creaked. She looked up, but he wasn't looking at her. He was staring off into space as though he saw something she couldn't understand.

He needed a shave, she realized. Usually, she didn't like to see him with a day's growth of beard, but with his short hair and that navy suit he wore with his white shirt cuffs unbuttoned and his blue tie with white dots hanging undone around his neck, he reminded her a bit of a dangerous British spy like James Bond.

He still didn't look at her or speak to her. She found that her hands trembled every time she was in his presence since coming back from the dead. Her heart always pounded in her chest and her mouth was constantly dry.

He shifted a little, his chair squeaking again. He'd changed, she realized. He never used to sit with his feet up on the desk, not even when they were waiting for the others to show up after a late night call back for a case, but there he was with his feet up.

Her traitorous eyes slid up from his feet clad in polished shoes, to his long slim legs, up to his belt, past the top button undone on his shirt to his face. He was staring at her and she hadn't even realized it. Her face began to burn as he studied her with eyes that saw too much.

"Something wrong Emily?" He asked and she didn't like the know it all tone in his voice, but she didn't say anything.

This Reid was a stranger to her. Gone was the sweet, shy, gentle Reid in his college professor clothes and messy, boy band hair. In front of her sat a man, a dangerous, exciting man who was past the point of just taking it from the people around him. It was as though when she'd gone away he'd radically changed and she wasn't sure she liked this new Reid even if she couldn't take her eyes off him.

"I was just wondering - I mean, I haven't seen you in a suit at work before tonight." She stutters, kicking herself for sounding so timid and unsure. It was just Reid for God's sake.

"I had a date." He said curtly.

"You did?" She said disbelievingly and without thought.

"Yes, a date Emily, you do know what constitutes a date? Two people decide to get together for the purpose of mutual enjoyment."

"Of course I know what a date is." She snapped. "I was just curious."

"Don't take that tone with me Emily. You're not my keeper."

"Reid, I don't know why you're so -"

"Save it Emily. I'm not the same person I was six months ago. I've got a life of my own now. I decided after you "died" that it was time for a change. I have a girlfriend that loves me enough not to betray me. I wish to God that I could say that about everyone here. If you don't mind, I'm going to go call her before everyone else arrives."

He dropped his legs to the ground where she couldn't stare at them and got to his feet. He left her sitting there without another word. He left her there with her thoughts, wondering how to fix the mess she'd made.

A/n here is the link to the photo if you'd like to see it. h t t p: / / coolspotters dot com/actors/matthew-gray-gubler