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A/n hey all, I want to apologize for any confusion I have caused. I decided to change the title of this story. I was thinking about it today and "Scenes Unseen," just popped into my head. So here you go, same premise, different title. Please enjoy.
How Amplification Should Have Ended
Reid tapped his foot against the white tile floor of his hospital room. He was supposed to be released in a few minutes and he wondered why he wasn't happy about it. He was healthy, able to talk coherently, and his lungs were clear. He should be thrilled, but part of him didn't want to rejoin the world just yet. It was her fault.
"How are you, Dr. Reid?"
He jolted and almost fell off the edge of the bed. She stood there with her dark hair pulled back, wearing navy suit and her stethoscope around her neck. She smiled at him and his heart stuttered. His stomach felt like the BAU jet had just run into turbulence that tossed the plane around like child's toy in a tornado. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was unsettling. It didn't make sense and he liked things that made sense.
"Dr. Reid," Dr. Kimura interjected into his thoughts.
He made his eyes meet her gaze. "Sorry, I was…"
Oh God, just say it and be done. She'll shoot you down and then you can go home and sulk in silence.
"I was just thinking that I can't wait to get home. I hate hospitals," he blurted out.
She flinched and he cursed himself soundly.
"Sorry," he said hastily. "I didn't mean to say that I hate you, I mean that I hate it here because you… um I mean all of you have been really kind and I'm grateful."
She smiled again, but it didn't reach her eyes. Great, he'd made her mad. One day he'd learn to keep his mouth shut.
"I have good news," she said, "I'm releasing you. The nurse will be here in about thirty minutes, with your prescriptions and instructions."
"Oh, um, that's fine, I mean that's great. So, um, I just wanted to say thanks for saving my life."
"You're the one that pointed me right at the cure, Dr. Reid. You went into that room and tried to help that poor man despite the danger. That makes you a hero in my book."
He shrugged because she was wrong. He wasn't a hero. He was stupid, running in there as he had. He should have waited to make sure the house was clear.
"I'm not a hero," he said. "I should have been more careful."
Linda tilted her head and observed him. "In any case, I enjoyed working with you."
She held out her hand and to his surprise, he shook it. When they touched something pulsed through him like an electric current. Linda pulled her hand away abruptly and stepped back. Her eyes were wide and she wasn't smiling.
"Um, I guess I'll see you," he gave her his usual little wave.
"Yeah, um I guess I will see you… later."
She turned to go to the door and he fisted his hands at his sides. He should say something, anything. He tried to make his mouth work, and call her back because now he couldn't face going home without telling her that he'd fallen hard for her in the last two weeks.
Just say it!
He couldn't just say it. She'd walk out the door and he'd never see her again. His heart broke, and he couldn't stand it. He opened his mouth and shut it with a snap when she let go of the closed door and turned around to face him.
"Dr. Reid?"
"Ah, yeah," he squeaked.
"Are you really going to let me just walk out of here?"
"I - ah," he began.
She strode back to him and put both her hands on his shoulders. She kissed him and it was like another thunderbolt to his head. He couldn't think. It was as if someone removed the higher functioning sections of his brain. All that remained were his senses battering him with their power: her jasmine perfume, the touch of her hands on his shoulders, a little gasp of need between them and the honey taste of her lips.
Then she pulled away and everything rushed back. "Um, Dr. Kimura, I think -"
"I just kissed you, Spencer, why don't you call me Linda?"
"Linda," he savored her first name like perfectly sweetened coffee on his tongue.
How many times had he called her Linda in his dreams? He didn't know, he'd lost count.
"I don't like the idea of walking out of here and never seeing you again despite the polite niceties we exchanged. I like you, Spencer and I want more than just a working relationship. After all, I have seen you naked."
He nodded. "You do have a valid point. Thus, it's only fair that I should get to see you unclothed as soon as possible."
Her eyebrows went up. "All's fair in love and war, Dr. Reid."
"I believe the phrase is, 'Make love not war,' is it not?"
"It is," she agreed. "My mistake."
