"I didn't know she'd be that scared." Emily muttered, guilt washing over her.

"Don't beat yourself up, Emily." Rossi tried to comfort, "None of us did. You were just trying to help."

The others went on discussing what had just happened, but Spencer was too lost in his own thoughts to chime in.

She wasn't just afraid of elevators; she was absolutely phobic of them. And during her panic-attack –even after years of living with a schizophrenic- Spencer was frightened. Not so much for his or the other's safety, but for Bri's.

If Morgan hadn't gotten her out when he did, God knows what would've happened. He's seen people snap, try to tear off their own skin or bash their head against walls, just because of phobias.

Morgan shot up and started jogging after her. When he got to the stair well door, it was barely closing. She couldn't have gotten far.

However, this was quickly proven wrong when Morgan himself entered the stairwell and saw her now where.

"Parker?" He called out into the seemingly empty stairwell, hearing the echo continue on into oblivion.

"Yo!" He heard her yell back from some point above him. Looking over the ledge and up, Morgan saw Parker looking down at him from about three flights up.

"Stay there!" He demanded as started jogging up to her.

When he caught up, he saw her standing patiently.

"H-how...did...yo-you-"He tried to ask between huffs. You never really understand how much running up stairs will take out of you.

Thankfully, Parker seemed to know what he was trying to say.

"I've taken the stairs most of my life. It's kick-ass cardio."

Before Morgan could get another word in, she was jogging up the stairs, leaving him in the dust.

"Damnit Parker!" he shouted after her as he chased her down- or up, in this case.

In less than a minute, they were on their floor, Bri slightly winded, Morgan gasping for air. Briana waited politely for her co-worker to stop dying before she started walking towards their rooms.

"So," she heard a still tired Derek Morgan start from behind her, "you said you've taken the stairs most of your life. Why?"

She turned to him with confusion written on her face.
"Did you not just witness my huge panic-attack?"

Morgan laughed hardily before replying, "Yeah, but why are you so phobic?"

The team- minus two- filed out of the elevator and into the hallway. Halfway down they hear Morgan laughing.

"How did they get up here before us?" Reid heard Prentiss mutter.

Before anyone could answer, they all turned the corner and each began to wonder why Morgan had been laughing when Parker looked ready to kill him.

"I'm not phobic." She all but growled, her body stiff and over-all demeanor slightly, evil.

"A phobia is an irrational fear. My personal fear of elevators is perfectly rational for my situation. Do not ever imply that I'm irrational again, got it?"

Everyone was silent, the shock overwhelming them. This was the second time that Briana Parker seemed to fill every corner of the room- or hall- and it was scary. The entire team stood in utter silence, each too scred to break it- including Hotch.

Thankfully- and strangely enough- the lovely Marine returned.

Spencer saw him first. He was tall and sporting a buzz cut, some light brown fuzz decorating the top of his head. The marine seemed to feel the ominous force taking over the hallway, fore he looked up form his cell phone, purely confused.

Spencer continued to watch as the marine caught sight of Bri, and smiled. Walking up behind her, the marine flashed them the 'keep quiet' finger-to- lips sign, and slowly rose his hands to her waist.

In a second, he grabbed her waist and she shrieked so loud and so high pitched it was a wonder that the windows didn't break.

"HOLYMOTHEROFGOD!"

She whipped around to face the marine and started slapping his chest.

"You son of a bitch, I told you to stop doing that." She scolded, emphasizing every word with a playful hit.

"But it's so fun." He replied as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from his chest.

She was still pouting when he pulled her into a hug.

"I loves you." He told her in a goofy voice.

"No you don't." She argued, keeping her arms between both of their chests in resistance to the hug. "If you did, you wouldn't have forced me on the elevator."

"Hey," He said defensively, turning towards Prentiss, "She was gonna do it anyway. How'd it go, by the way?"

"I had a huge panic attack and thought the they all were walls trying to squish me." She stated plainly as she turned to leave down the hall.

"Someone needs to stop watching Indiana Jones."

As she turned the corner everyone began walking after her, seeing as she held the keycards.

"So what are you doing here, Tyler?" Spencer heard Bri ask the marine- Tyler.

"Lay-a-way." He answered, "Tomorrow I'm hopping on a plane and going straight home to see Annie and Kelsey."

"How old is she now?" Bri asked while handing out keycards at random.

"Annie or Kelsey?" Tyler inquired, "Cuz Annie won't tell me her age..."

"Kelsey." Briana said with a luagh.

"Turning six next month." Tyler told her, a proud smile gracing his face as his eyes glazing over.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by someone form down by the elevators, "Yo T-diggs!"

Tyler's eyes cleared instantly and his posture changed form relaxed to attentive.

"Yeah?" he called over his shoulder.

"Serg wants us!"

"Gotchya!" Tyler called back once more before starting down the hall

"Later!" He hollered to Bri.

"Peace out T-diggs!" She called back with a giggle.

A distance 'Shut up!' was heard ringing through the halls, which of course just made Briana laugh harder.

Hotch gave orders to meet back at the police station in an hour and each person went to their room.
Spencer's just happened to be right next door to Bri's.

This wouldn't have been a problem, had there not been a door conjoining the two rooms.

Halfway through unpacking, Spencer heard a knock on said door.

"Come in!" He called. He watched as the door opened and revealed a beautiful Bri in black sweatpants and a tight red t-shirt.

"You know we have to go back to work later, right?" Spencer asked in amusement, watching as she made herself comfortable on his bed.

"I know," She said with a lazy smile and closed her eyes, "But that's not for another 50 minutes."

Spencer gave her an incredulous look, though he knew she couldn't see it.
"You unpacked in less than 10 minutes?"

"Mhmm." She hummed. "I don't take all of my clothes out of my bag. I take out what I need for my next choice of attire, put my tolitrees and makeup bags in the bathroom and I'm done. Only takes about five minutes. And I don't appreciate that look."

"Sorry." He apologized. "Wait, how di-"

"I'm a woman, sweety," She said in a sultry voice, "We know all."

"Square root of pi?" He challenged, his clothes now forgotten."

"Oh please. 1.772453 and blah, blah blah, blah blah. Who doesn't know that?"

"Reason for World War 1?"

"Okay, I'll give it to you, not a lot of people know that."

Spencer crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the dresser/tv stand.
"Do you?"

"Mutual Defense Alliance, Imperialism, Militarism, Nationalism," She listed, "However, the main cause was the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria."

While thoroughly impressed, Spencer still refused to give in, and chose a different route.

"Classic traditions when viewing 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'?"

By now she had sat up, bracing herself on her elbows and forearms and was looking at him with her- at this time- baby blue eyes.

"Throwing toast in the air whenever someone says 'A toast!'. Throwing Scott brand paper products in the air when someone yells 'Great Scott!'. And lastly, people in the back rows bring fully loaded squirt guns and fire them at the screen when the rain scene comes up. People in the front hold newspapers over their heads like Janet does."

Knowing he was loosing this battle and getting desperate, Spencer threw out the most random fact he knew.

"Size of whale sperm?"

He started to get nervous when Briana hoisted herself off of his bed and walked to him, quickly closing the distance between them. Her body was pressed against his so that he could feel every dip and curve of her sensational body.

"Same size as all mammal sperm, just in a much larger quantity. That which also varies depending on the type of whale."
She smirked. "Why are we talking sperm, Dr. Reid?"

He could practically feel his own eyes darken in sheer lust and he starred directly into her eyes, not trusting his to not look a little further south.

For what felt like hours, they stood there. Bodies pressed right up against each others to the point where they were essentially one. No words were passed as the sexual tension filled the air around them.

Spencer watched as a few strands of Briana's beautiful auburn hair fell in her face, her piercing eyes continued to stare into his from behind the deep-red hair, the contrast breath-taking.

He followed the mahogany river down to her plump pink lips. God, they looked so soft and smooth and so incredibly kissable.

Before he knew what he was doing, Spencer brushed the hair back behind her ear and slowly began his descent to her perfect lips.

At the last second, he heard a phone ringing and Briana immediately moved her lips from his path while she fished for her phone in her pocket. Spencer gladly settled for her neck.

"Parker." He heard her greet as he began to kiss and lightly suck.

He watched her face through half-closed lids and loved the sight of her biting her gorgeous lower lip to keep from moaning into the phone.

Spencer could feel his member straining against his zipper and poking at Briana's stomach. If she registered it at all, she didn't show it.

Not a moment later, she snapped her phone shut and pulled away from him.

"I have to deal with Strauss." She told him as she walked back towards her room and started re-dialing her phone. "We'll talk later."

And with that she was gone, and Spencer was alone, basking in some new found glory.

Until the fog cleared from his head and he realized that he was about two minutes from screwing his new co-worker.

"Crap."

A/N: in case you couldn't figure this out on your own, this could very easily become a M rated story. And don't get use to Tyler. He was just kind of a filler character. There will probably be a lot of them, just to help give Briana Parker a little more dimension.