Throughout his whole life, Reid was always certain, always one step ahead. Until now. He stared at the ceiling of his apartment while laying in bed. He had a problem, but did it really need fixing? All this time, he thought he'd never see him again. Past the fear and the shock, he would have probably cried at the sight of him.

He got up from his bed and decided he'd do something about his current state of fear, denial, confusion and nostalgia. He stood in front of Jordan's apartment (He got the address from Garcia) and suddenly realised that he was afraid. He put up a front in front of his co-workers, a naive, innocent, nerdy walking encyclopaedia to protect himself. Jordan was never fond of how he would instantly soak up an identity like it was nothing. He knocked on the door.

Jordan was shocked by the visitor, he assumed that they'd pretend that they never knew each other.

"I know you don't like to be touched, but I'm going to hug you. Got anything to say?"

Jordan chuckled. "Well if you even try to grope my ass, don't start anything-"

Reid ignored his sarcastic tone.

"You can't finish." They stood there at the door. Reid missed this, he missed their friendship- he was like a brother to him, but he could tell that Jordan was uncomfortable.

"Well, are we just gonna stand here? I mean you can come in if you want."

Reid hugged him tighter. He didn't hug back though, just like old times. He felt a lump build up in his throat.

"Are you crying?"

"No." Reid withdrew. "I don't even know what to say to you right now. Be careful, Matt."

And that was that. That was all he needed, a moment to let go before he could rebuild his mask he puts on every day. He returned back to his apartment then swiftly went into a sound and deep sleep.

It's been four months and Jordan has gotten to know the team well. He was a good agent, at least in Hotch's eyes- he'd always praise him for the good work he'd done that helped solve the case, and he's solved many. He and Reid frequently did, that's why he'd always put them together. Everything was going well, even the Hunter was kept at bay. His former team of CIA agents that also doubles as his secondary family were ok. Hanna was safe. Bradley and George were safe. Everything was fine, except one thing.

Jennifer Jareau.

It's been a game they've both been participating in the last few months. Each knew how the other felt, but neither was willing to admit. The entire team was aware of them too. Prentiss would notice the extra long stares her friend would give to Jordan. Garcia would notice the fierce tension between them that grew stronger and stronger every day. Morgan would notice the clothes JJ would wear, a little too revealing for the workplace- but he didn't mind the view.

He was kind of envious of Jordan in a way. He was so used to being the centre of attention when it came to women. Even in cases when the team was busy warning women to stay clear of unsubs at bars, It was Jordan they would pay attention too. He was after all just 26. Perhaps he had passed his prime, Morgan thought.

Jordan didn't know what to do, and JJ was becoming an increasing problem. He remembered the time they were both sent undercover to catch an unsub who killed young couples. They later found out that his girlfriend dumped him and now was jealous of every couple that reminded him of her. He and JJ were supposed to publicly show feelings off affection at a nightclub. It was amusing to Jordan at first.

JJ was wearing a black mini dress with black stilettoes at the time. She was stunning, and if they were in any other circumstance, he wouldn't have been able to resist. JJ saw the subtle lust in his eyes as she took his hands and guided him to a secluded area of the nightclub. They were all communicating through the microphone and Jordan could see Morgan casually mingling with the other ladies while Prentiss was at the bar. They all fit in and then the suspected unsub walked into prey on his next kill.

It was obvious that the UNSUB was eyeing the undercover couple, so JJ made her move. She hesitantly looked at Jordan in the eye and pecked him on the lips, and that was all it took to send him over the edge.

He grabbed her by the waist and pinned her to the nearest wall as they locked lips and started passionately making out in front of the Unsub. Morgan and Prentiss exchanged surprised looks before continuing to focus back on their cover. Their kisses began to become more hungry as Jordan moved his hand to the back of her head, tangling her hair whilst the other was groping her ass. The muffled moan JJ gave quick reminded him of what they were doing and he swiftly withdrew. They stared at each other, panting for a while before JJ finally spoke,

"What was that?" She asked seductively.

She never got her answer, however, as they had an unsub to catch. JJ extended her hand out to grab him and guided him to the back of the club. Their bait worked, and the unsub slowly followed them. He despised them. They were young, happy and their laughs and giggles stabbed at his heart with hatred. He was about to pull out the knife when...

"FBI!"

Another case solved. Simple. But the entire plane ride home him and JJ receiving suggestive looks; especially by Morgan, Reid and Prentiss. Rossi and Hotch were far less amused, especially Hotch. They knew they both enjoyed that case a little more than they should have. The others, however, were far less subtle, making kisses sounds like four-year-olds.

"Well, A+ for you, Jordan." JJ laughed. "You've got the whole town talking apparently."

A couple of weeks later, there was another case. A rough one. It was always rough when it came to abused children, especially when it came to 6 of them. They were in Alabama for almost two weeks, it was JJ who figured out the missing piece to the apprehension of the unsub. But the didn't go out as peacefully as they had hoped.

They decided to spilt up to cover more ground of the large house. Jordan was the one to find him, or rather the Unsub found him. He hit him on the head and was left immediately defenceless when he dropped the gun and he had just enough time to send out a distress signal before he straddled him and put his hands on Jordan's neck. This was it. He was going to die. He was going to be choked to death. It wasn't the way he thought he would go.

He was still adamant to get the unsub off him as he tried desperately to get air into his lungs. Just as he was about to see white Hotch stormed in and aimed his gun to the aggressor's head. It was over. The rest of the team stormed into the room as Jordan lay gasping and covered in someone else's blood.

He was given 2 weeks off.

He was required to get a psych eval, but he felt fine. Near death experiences weren't new to him, but it didn't stop the worried glances he got when they were on the jet ride home after visiting the hospital. The red bruises were protruding on his throat, even with the turtleneck sweater. It was official, it was the worst case the team had faced in a long time, and they all had some time off in the end.

That first evening JJ came over to his apartment as an act of consolidation. It was hard for her, witnessing the near death of one of her co-workers she'd grown attached to. She knocked on the door.

"Hey, I was just wondering how you were doing, can I come in?"

JJ briskly walked into the apartment. She was surprised-It looked nothing like she profiled it to be. That realisation wasn't uncommon when It came to Matthew Jordan, however. He was quiet, and secretive but outgoing and humorous at the same time. She loved that about him.

They talked for a while. It was nice to just be normal, even if It wouldn't last. Jordan knew that was why they weren't already dating, he'd never be able to make her happy. He thought about her a lot, fantasised about being with her, even masturbated to the thought of her.

That last thought stirred something inside him. They were sitting close on the couch, far too close for comfort. Jordan started fantasising different scenarios that could be taking place...No! This wasn't the time.

It was almost midnight.

"Do you want to stay over? It's getting pretty late and I have a spare room at the other end of the hallway."

"Sure," JJ replied after a brief paused. "Can I take a shower quickly?"

Jordan nodded at pointed towards the bathroom and JJ proceeded. He tried to distract himself from the illegitimate thoughts surging through his mind. He turned the volume up on the TV to drown out the sound of JJ in the shower. Dripping wet. Naked.

It was time to stop this objectification. Jordan decided he would call it an evening and dressed to go to bed. He was about to grab something to eat in the kitchen when she finished.

"Hey, can I borrow some of your clothes? I wasn't exactly planning to be here after all." She whispered awkwardly.

"Sure." Was all he managed to say. He tried to pull his eyes away from her, but he couldn't. He felt something stir again once more. Damn. Now is not the time for this.

JJ walked into the room. She could feel his eyes on her as she left for his clothes and it sent a shiver down her spine. God. Now is not the time for this. They were just starting to become friends; no longer just staring at him at work when he was not looking. Not only that, but fraternisation with your co-worker was deeply frowned upon by pretty much everyone.

She looked at his clothes for a moment. They were all black-So it's not just at work then She thought to herself. She settled on the oversized black sweater, it was the closest thing he had available to suitable nightwear. She then heard Jordan shout from the kitchen,

"Are you hungry? I have a leftover takeaway from the other night."

"I'll be there in a minute!" And with that, she went to join him.

Jordan gulped when he saw her. She was wearing one of his sweaters and nothing else but black panties. God, what was she thinking?

They both ate in a comfortable silence; it was late after all. But there was a tension looming over both of them. He was glad the table prevented her noticing his hard-on as the lust he had for her grew only stronger. He tried to distract himself from his thoughts, but he couldn't. This was going to be a long night.

Then, out of the blue, she asked,

"Hey, can I sleep in your bed?"

She noticed his dilated eyes. This was going to be a long night, and she thought she'd toy with him. It's not like another opportunity will rise up anytime soon, might as well have fun with it.

"Wouldn't that be weird?" He asked awkwardly with hints of a grimace.

"Look, you act like you're over our last case, but I can tell your thinking about it, even right now."

"I'm fine, really."

JJ was slightly disappointed at the rejection but got over it quickly. She went over to the mini freezer to get out a treat for herself.

That was all it took to send Jordan off the edge. JJ bent over to reach the bottom of the freezer and he had to bite back a groan when she revealed her black lace panties for him to see. He quickly got up and came behind her.

JJ was surprised when she felt Jordan come up behind her and let out a small whimper when he pressed her against the counter.

"What do you think you're doing?" She could clearly feel what he had in his boxers for her.

"I'm tired of playing the game, Jennifer. I surrender. God, I want you." His lips brushed against her earlobe and gave a low growl of desire.

"Get off of me," She ordered through gritted teeth. It took all her willpower not to make any sounds of encouragement.

"Or else what?"

"Or I make you regret ever stepping foot into the BAU."

He pressed harder against her, nibbling at her earlobe and grabbing her waist, pushing his erection to her butt. She gave a small, barely audible moan.

"Seems you have the same problem."

"I said get off me." But she made no attempt to resist what he was doing to her. "You're all talk." She provoked between breaths.

"Are you sure about that?" He proposed as he thrust his erection against her ass. She subconsciously dropped her head on the counter. Jordan grabbed the lining of her panties and slowly slid them down. He then hurried in removing his boxers then continued in pressing his erection against her.

JJ let out a louder moan and she knew, at that point that she too had lost. She ached for him and his touch. He removed her sweater and reached for her now bare breasts, massaging them slowly. Abruptly leaving her breasts, Jordan then started to massage her behind, squeezing a little too hard which caused JJ to make a new sound that sent a jolt to Jordan's spine. He spread her cheeks apart, rubbing his manhood between them.

JJ gripped on the counter in preparation. She waited and then nothing. She turned around to see his flushed and disappointed face.

"What is it?"

"Out of condoms." He said with a sigh.

JJ literally collapsed onto the counter in frustration.

"No! No..."

Jordan instinctively stepped back away from her. They were both indecently dressed, and they were about to do something that would easily change their whole relationship.

"I think you should leave." Was all he could say, and she did just that.

After she dressed and heard the door slam, he sighed out loud. He cursed himself on his lack of control and hopped in the shower to decrease his raging erection, but instead he continued what would have happened in his head. He leant on the wall for support and gave attention to his needs, so lost in the moment that he was unaware on how his grunts were echoed around the room. After he had finished, he collapsed in exhaustion in his bed.

And that was that.

It was awkward at first when he returned back to work and it was an effort to frequently avoid her, but they never discussed that night where they would have done something that would have changed their relationship forever. They didn't talk anymore period. It was upsetting in a way, as their relationship did change, but he will get over her soon. He always does eventually.