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Chapter Four: Organized

Detective Alyssa Blake's POV

"I sort it by genre, author then title, author and title being alphabetically of course" I explained to Spencer, "All of the bookshelves are marked with the genre that goes there"

"Okay, I think we should separate them into piles first" Spencer said, picking up a book and smiling at the cover.

"FBI Academy rule book?" He said questioningly.

"Yeah, it goes in with all my Law Enforcement books."

"Okay."

"Do you mind if I put some music on?"

"I guess not, this is your house"

"Good, any musical preferences?"

"Not necessarily."

I turned on my iHome and placed my iPod in it. I turned it on random shuffle then went back to organizing books.

"Okay, let's start putting them in alphabetical order" I said a little less than two hours later.

"You have a lot of books" He said, motioning around the room.

"Yeah, I love reading."

"Me too."

"If you want to borrow a book go ahead. I know for a fact that being on protection detail with me is going to get boring at some point."

"Okay, thanks that would be nice"

I nodded and smiled as one of my favorite songs came on, Doctor My Eyes by Jackson Browne. I stood and walked over to Spencer who was across the room.

"Dance with me" I said, smiling still.

Spencer stood and turned to me.

"I don't dance" He said shortly.

"Come on, please, I love this song. Plus it's only me and you" I said, trying to be convincing.

SSA Dr. Spencer Reid's POV

"I can't dance" I said, turning away from Alyssa.

"Spence, please. I'll teach you, it's not that hard."

I turned back to her and broke the second I saw the desperate and sad puppy dog look on her face.

"Fine"

We both danced her with grace and me with awkwardness. God, I hate dancing. I don't know why I agreed to this. She danced around me beautifully, her body totally in sync with the music. My eyes couldn't help but linger on her perfect body. She wasn't stick thin, but also wasn't thick, she was the absolute perfect balance. Her brown wavy hair bounced all around and into her heart-shaped face, covering her closed point mouth, her amazing bright blue/gray eyes, and her perfectly shaped nose.

Her arms suddenly wrapped around my neck, bringing me out of my thoughts of her. I looked down to her, she went up to about my chin, and therefore our faces were only inches away. I wrapped my arms around her and noticed that the song had changed to a slow song (Tears and Rain- James Blunt). We swayed to the beat of the music and she rested her head on my chest. This kind of dancing I liked. Well, didn't mind at least. I closed my eyes and rested my head against hers gently. This was surprisingly not that awkward, and I'm always awkward with girls.

SSA Derek Morgan's POV

I turned off the DVD player and put the DVD back into its case then onto its shelf. I suppose I should go save Reid now. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the plate of cookies so that Reid could have some. As I walked down the hallway I heard music playing, Alyssa probably put on her iHome that I saw in there earlier. What I didn't hear though we're them putting books away, or talking. Just silence other than the music. Weird. What the hell were they doing? Walking as silently as I could I snuck towards the door. It was open so I looked into it. Reid and Alyssa were slow dancing. Both of their eyes were closed as they swayed. Should I interrupt? I looked at the small smile on Alyssa's face and the relaxed face of Reid's. No, I shouldn't. I've never seen Reid so relaxed and... Natural? Yeah, natural. He looked peaceful, they both did. Random jealousy went through me, not because I liked Ally, but because Reid could get a girl and I (currently anyways) could not. The only reason I didn't congratulate him yet on talking to a girl is because she is the one flirting. I mean, sure he handles with her flirting okay, but he has yet to flirt back...

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't realized something; they were in a new position. Reid now had his hands resting on her hips and she now had her hands on his chest, they were inches away from kissing. I looked away, let them tell me if they kissed or not.

SSA Dr. Spencer Reid's POV

She was going to kiss me. We were going to kiss. Oh god, this is wrong. I'm supposed to be protecting her.

"No" I said softly, turning my head away.

"I'm sorry" She said, turning away sharply.

I wasn't sure what to say, but I knew I had to say something. I heard her shuttering breath and touched her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, too"

She walked out of my reach, turned off the music abruptly, and then started organizing books again. Damn, I screwed up. Again. This is like Lila Archer all over again. I frowned as I thought of Lila; she only liked me because I saved her life, not for me.

"I'm going to go get something to drink" I said, I needed to get out of there.

She simply nodded.

"Do you, uh, want anything?"

"No, thank you"

"You sure?"

"Positive"

Her voice sounded weak and tired.

"I'm s-"

Detective Alyssa Blake's POV

"Don't, Agent Reid, just please don't. I just got carried away" I said, cutting him off. I didn't want to hear it. His footsteps faded away. I wanted to cry, but I'm not sure why. I mean, I didn't like Spencer or anything... right? A nagging voice kept saying, 'then why did you try to kiss him?' I hate that stupid voice. Grr. A tear silently slid out from my eye. Deep breath, Ally, calm yourself. It's just some stupid guy. I then walked out and to the living room. When I entered Spencer and Derek looked up to me.

"Is something wrong?" Derek asked in an alert tone.

"Uh, no" I said, wiping my face just in case.

"Are you sure? You look kind of sad."

God dammit, stop pushing it Morgan!

"I'm fine, just a little sick. I just wanted to tell you that I was going to go lie down" I said, smiling slightly.

"Okay, feel better. Reid will be in with you shortly"

"Its fine, Agent Reid can take as long as he wants, I'll take my gun with me" I said, walking over to the coffee table and grabbing my gun from off of it. I opened it and checked the bullets. Only three left. I reloaded it then started walking away.

"Oh, and your cookies were really good, thank you" Derek said.

"It was no trouble" I said, smiling to him.

I turned back around, but stupid me somehow slipped and fell backwards and over the armrest of the chair next to me, landing me directly into Spencer's lap. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up to him. Shit. A hand reached down for me. I looked up to Derek.

"You don't seem okay at all" He said, still holding his hand out.

I pushed his hand away and stood up on my own, "I'm Fine!" I snapped at him then stormed away, probably looking decently bad ass since I had the gun in my hand. I walked into my room and lay down on my bed next to Jesse and Angel who were laying on it and sleeping. I pet both of my cat's goodnight and cried myself to sleep before I could even throw the covers over me.

SSA Dr. Spencer Reid's POV

"I know you did more than organize books, so tell me what you did to piss off little miss flirt" Morgan said to me the second Alyssa was out of earshot.

"She put on music and she wanted to dance with me. She gave me no choice, so I did. Then a slow song came on..." I explained, leaving out the part where we almost kissed and hoping Morgan wouldn't press on.

"What else?"

"We, uh... Kind of, Almost..."

"Spit it out man"

"Well really it was more her"

"Kid, just say it"

"She tried to kiss me"

"And you denied her"

"Well, yeah, we are supposed to protect her, not kiss her"

"I know, that was actually more of a statement"

"And I figured she only did it because of the whole seeing her best friend dead thing"

"You would"

"You think she likes me"

"No"

"It wasn't a question. You think she likes me"

"Well, Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"I think she thinks your cute"

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, "You know that I can't be with her like that, man. We are supposed to be protecting her. Plus she only picked us for the job because we had no emotional attachment to her and would keep our minds focused on the case"

"Reid, I know we do. But, after this case is done, promise me you'll talk to her"

"What if she doesn't want to talk?"

"She will"

"Whatever you say, Morgan"

"Now Sleeping Beauty is waiting for her Prince to go to her room"

I got up and went to the door way. I turned to face him, "Could you stop with the innuendos?"

"I could try"

I glared at him slightly "Goodnight, Morgan"

"Goodnight, Reid"

I walked into Alyssa's room and saw her and both her cats sleeping on her bed. She was shivering slightly. I grabbed a blanket and put it over her gently, tucking her in. I brushed my hand over her cheek and frowned. She had been crying. I had made her cry. I sat on the bed and brushed some hair out of her face. I can't be falling for her; I promised myself I wouldn't be hurt again like that. I got up and laid down on the couch, throwing the blanket that was there over me, I looked up to the ceiling and smiled as I saw it covered in words, phrases, and symbols. In the middle it had 'FBI' in big bold letters, I'm just going to take a guess and say that she wants to be in the FBI. All the other words were what I am assuming all her hopes and dreams to be. There were things like, 'Writer', 'Police Officer', 'Doctor', 'Psychologist', 'Photographer', 'Happiness', 'Love', 'Husband', 'Kids', 'Family', 'Friends', and 'Pets'. The phrases were; "Try not. Do or do not" Yoda; "Try again. Fail again. Fail better" Samuel Beckett; "A picture is worth a thousand words" Fred R. Barnard; "An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind" M.K. Gandhi; "Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it" Andre Gide; "He who permits himself to lie once, finds it easier to do it a second time" Thomas Jefferson; "I haven't failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work" Thomas Edison; "Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today" Mark Twain; "Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain" Mark Twain; "Facts are stubborn, but statistics are more pliable" Mark Twain; "Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscious: this is the ideal life" Mark Twain; and "Be not afraid of greatness: Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them" William Shakespeare. The symbols on the ceiling were stars, a moon, hearts, broken hearts, and music notes. Observing her room more I noted that it was filled with personal stuff, tons of pictures, drawings, trophies, certificates, medals, and other stuff like it. She obviously is organized and is proud of her accomplishments. Also, she most likely grew up in a home with military parents, most likely both of them, and by the way her brother and her were arguing earlier I'd say that she had to play mom for her brother often. The cats represent her independence. The inspirational quotes and words meant that she has her life slightly in order, but not completely seeing as though she has to remind herself of those goals constantly. The symbols mean that she most likely loves the night time, music, and has had her heart broken before. Oh, heart-broken, that's why she was so upset when I rejected her. That's also why she didn't admit any weakness, she is strong, and that's good. That means I didn't hurt her too bad. Morgan was right though earlier, I should probably at least try to talk to her about it after the case is finished.