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Something to Think About

The last thing Reid wanted to see that Monday morning was Emily waiting for the elevator when he entered the building. He actually stopped in his tracks and stared at her. She stood, facing the elevator so that he could see her from the back.

Her dark hair hung down her back, brushing the top of her scarlet shirt. She wore high-heeled boots with black slacks that fit wonderfully around her great backside.

Stop staring at her butt! Are you crazy?

He yanked his eyes away thinking that he should go hide in the men's room on the first floor until the elevator whisked her away. Yeah… that was one of his more brilliant ideas. He'd go hide in the bathroom for the next twenty years. He could call in his profiles by phone.

As if she'd felt him staring at him, Emily turned around and pinned him with a look. Her eyes blasted him with their dark intensity and he shivered. Then, she smiled at him and said. "Why are you standing over there Reid?"

He had no choice but to make his reluctant feet take him over to the elevator door. "So how was your weekend?" Emily said pleasantly.

"Listen Emily, I'm sorry about Saturday morning. I know it was rude to just leave like that but I -"

"Don't apologize Spencer. I understand." She said giving him a warm smile. "I pushed too hard inviting you over. It was wrong."

He gulped because he hadn't expected her to take his leaving with just a note so well. It totally threw him. "Um… Well, I'm still sorry that I didn't say goodbye or anything." He finished lamely as the doors to the elevator finally opened.

"Like I said, don't stress about it. It was one of those cases." She said by way of an explanation.

"Yeah… I guess it was. So we're still friends." He asked hopefully.

She leaned against one wall of the elevator and smiled at him. "Of course we are."

He felt some of the weight that had held him down for the last day slip off his shoulders. He found that he could smile back at her.

"I just hope we don't have to jump right in again." She said casually.

"Me too… I have lots of paperwork and I still have to write my report from the last case."

They rode the rest of the way to the sixth floor in silence. "Um… I'm going to get some coffee. Do you want some?" Reid asked.

"No thanks. I need to go see Garcia for a minute. She's got some scheme cooking for Henry and I need to head her off." Emily sighed and then laughed. "It's a good thing they moved further away. Can you see Henry in school and his Auntie Penelope showing up to give him a hug in front of all his friends?"

Reid smirked. "Even I get how embarrassing that would be." He agreed. "See you later."

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Emily knocked on Garcia's door. The effusive tech invited her in with, "The oracle is in."

"Garcia…" She went inside shut the door and flipped the lock.

"Why are you locking the door?" Garcia asked from behind her scarlet framed glasses.

"I need to talk to you and I don't want anyone bursting in on us."

Garcia smiled wickedly, her ruby lips gleaming in the light of all her computers. "What secret do you have pray tell, that must be kept from the serfs ears."

"Oh God Garcia, don't make medieval times references." Emily complained.

"You need to calm down honey bunch. Tell Aunty Penelope all about it."

"I'm serious PG." She said her voice rising. "I'm in real trouble."

Garcia immediately stopped typing and turned her full attention to Emily. "What's wrong? You look like hell."

"Thanks Garcia…"

She sat down and tried to think of the best way to say it. Garcia stared at her as she thought of how to tell her friend about Friday and the last few weeks.

"Okay… Here's the problem. I can't stop thinking about Reid." She said it so fast it all ran together in to something unintelligible.

"What?" Garcia asked looking very confused.

Emily repeated the words at half speed. "Go on and laugh." She added morosely as she looked at Garcia's babies and tried to make sense of the codes spiraling across them.

"You, thinking about our sweet Reid," Garcia said. "When did this start?"

Emily looked at the floor instead of her friend. "It's been a couple of weeks."

Garcia crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at her friend.

"Okay, okay, it's been a few months ago. I keep having these day dreams and Friday night I asked him to stay over after the case."

Garcia's eyes lit up. "Oh my sweet Reid finally got laid."

Emily flinched. "No… Nothing happened." She said very loudly. "We went to get something to eat. It was closer to my place so I offered him my couch."

"You had the hottest genius in the world in your brownstone and you didn't get him out of those sweater vests and cords. Are you out of your mind?"

Emily growled at her friend. "I didn't want to scare him away."

"Then what's the problem?" Garcia wanted to know.

"He left while I was asleep upstairs. He left a note apologizing. I totally freaked him out and screwed it up."

Garcia took one of Emily's hands and squeezed it. "You didn't screw it up. Just talk to him."

"I can't… I don't know what I was thinking anyway. Agents aren't supposed to fraternize. One of us could lose our jobs if Hotch or Strauss found out."

Garcia's eyes went very grave behind her glasses. "I think you have to decide what's more important to you, this job or my baby boy."

"You're saying I should think about leaving." Emily asked slowly.

"JJ left because she was tired of the way this job messed with her life."

"I love my job." Emily defended.

"Then you'll have to forget about Reid because you can't have both while you're working here. It's that simple."

Emily didn't speak to her friend for long minutes. "I should go back to work." She finally said. "Thanks for listening."

"Any time angel fish."

Emily had her hand on the doorknob when Garcia said. "Hey Em… you said something about day dreams. What kind of day dreams?"

Emily turned back and cocked one eyebrow. "I think you know." She said smirking.

"Oh you mean the kind where he throws you down on the nearest convenient piece of furniture, and has his way with you." Garcia asked innocently.

"How do you know it was him doing the throwing or the having?" Emily asked.

"That's my girl!"

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Reid looked up to see Emily taking her chair with a cup of coffee in her hand. She'd been in Garcia's office for a long time. Maybe something was wrong with his flamboyant friend.

"Is everything okay with Garcia?" He asked.

Emily looked up in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"You were in there for a long time," Reid said.

"We were talking about men." Emily said bluntly, winking at him.

"Oh," He buried his face in his file folder so she wouldn't see his burning cheeks.

The bullpen increased in volume as agents filled it with their voices. Reid worked on a consult from a detective in Oregon that had a two missing women in the last few months. They'd disappeared from the same bar where they'd worked as strippers. There wasn't enough data for him to work up a profile so he decided to take a break and get some coffee.

He remembered when Morgan had succeeded in talking him into going to a strip club. His curiosity had gotten the better of the part of him that thought it was all exploitation of women. The only experience he had with strippers was in television. It hadn't prepared him for the reality of men drinking, smoking and cheering scantily clad women on a stage that jutted out into the middle of the room.

Reid sighed and sipped at his coffee. He shouldn't be thinking about that now because in his perfect recall of memory lived a stripper that looked so much like Emily as to be her twin.

Morgan found them a place near enough to the stage that he could stuff bills in G-strings. It had made Reid very uncomfortable to see these women topless and flirting with the men for money. One of the blond dancers had tried to get his attention, but he kept his eyes on the table until Morgan smacked him on the shoulder.

"Hey Reid… There's a dead ringer for Emily over there only she's younger. She must be new. I've never seen her."

Reid looked up to see a woman in a purple G-string with crystal beads and nothing else. She danced in a cage, gyrating her body like a snake in front of a charmer. Her undulating hips and her long slim legs held his undivided attention. His mind, capable of outside the box thinking in his job went inside the cage with this beautiful Emily doppelganger. He wrenched his eyes up to her face and it was Emily there smirking at him. Her lips moved to a pretty pout as he stared up at her. She slid one hand down her chest, not touching her breasts. His breath hitched in his belly. His pants began to tighten painfully as one of her fingers ran along the edge of her G-string. The urge to throw all caution and common sense aside and enter that cage with her nearly overwhelmed him. He thought he actually began to stand up when Morgan grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey… I've been shouting at you for five minutes. Are you okay man?"

The shock of Morgan smirking at him yanked his attention away from the Emily twin. "I'm fine," He shouted above the noise.

"You look like someone hit you upside the head with a rock."

Morgan drank off the last of his beer. Reid didn't know how many drinks his friend had downed because he'd been engrossed in watching the stripper. In fact, he didn't particularly care whether Morgan got completely plastered. He had to concentrate on his breathing now and try to get rid of the bulge in his pants before someone noticed.

"See something you like Reid." Morgan went on relentlessly.

His friend gestured to the Emily look-alike as the music changed. She'd left the stage when Reid's attention had been on Morgan.

"Hey baby," She straddled Reid and began a slow, sinuous lap dance. "I don't -" He couldn't breathe to speak as the heat from her body reached out for him. He ceased to listen to Morgan chide him. He should be pushing this woman away, but his arousal wouldn't let him. His half-limp erection jerked to life as she undulated up and down on his lap. The heat and the friction sent shock waves through his groin and gut. The pain of arousal tight against his zipper enhanced the pleasure in his gut.

The dancer didn't speak to him, but she did smile when his hands clasped her waist. She ground into him hard and he couldn't stop the release despite the public place and Morgan right next to him. He groaned and said Emily's name breathlessly. Thank God, the music was loud enough to mask his ecstasy.

"Hey Reid," Morgan said. "What are you doing in here?"

The memory of that night shattered and broke in the wake of Morgan right there next to him, as he had been that night.

"Oh, I was getting coffee." Reid said absently only thinking about the fact that he had a new bulge in his pants. He thanked God that Morgan stood behind him.

He reached for the coffee pot and poured out a cup while Morgan stood there. He could feel the eyes of his friend boring into his back. He mixed in a lot of sugar while breathing in and out and concentrating on the fact that if Morgan noticed his 'problem' he'd laugh like crazy.

"Are you sure you're okay." Morgan said going to the cabinet over the sink.

Reid decided to slip past him while he was grabbing whatever he wanted to go with his coffee. "I'm fine… I'll see you later."

He hurried away taking the stairs to the walkway above the bullpen, which was blessedly free of agents. Fortunately, the men's room was just around the corner. He sighed as he slammed into the nearest cubicle. He had to find some way to get over this attraction because that's all it could be, just an attraction.