Warning: Contains the goods. (AKA Smutty Goodness) So...yeah.

The walk into the bullpen produced a mixed feeling for Lyric and Spencer alike. Neither wanted to see the other out of flustered shyness but then they did want to see each other out of need to somewhat relive their individual dreams.

Lyric sat down at her desk and begun her work quickly. She needed something to distract her and paperwork was just what she needed. She glanced over at Reid once, quickly shaking off the blush that was creeping onto her face.

Spencer was having worse luck, he couldn't even glance in Lyric's direction and his work was suffering. This girl was screwing with him in all the wrong ways. But like all the other times he couldn't stop avoiding it and cut ties. He was bouncing his leg out of pure anxiety and tapping his pen on his desk. He couldn't get the vision of her on top of him out of his mind. Maybe if he recited Pi in his head it would help.

Morgan walked in about twenty minutes late with a huge grin on his face. Blake looked up from her paperwork and smirked. "Alright, who was she?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? Look, all I'm going to say is, she left with a smile on her face." Morgan winked at Blake, sitting down. He glanced at Reid who wore a deep set frown on his features as he tapped his pen on his desk repeatedly.

"Pretty Boy? Want to stop that? It's going to be hard to concentrate with that sound cracking away at my ears."

Reid looked up and gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Morgan. I didn't even see you come in. Good morning."

"Good morning to you too." He cracked a smirk. "Long night?"

"Very..."

"My man-"

"Not that kind of long night. At least not completely..." Reid mumbled that last part so Morgan wouldn't hear and finally found himself looking over at Lyric who was glancing at him at the same time. She blushed and looked back down at her work, working even harder. The young agent couldn't help but pick up on that. Did she know about his dream? Nonsense. She couldn't possibly know about that, and mind reading was way out of the question.

Spencer chuckled at the notion.

Mind reading, really? I must've hit my head this morning. There's no scientific evidence that such a gift exists.

He tried to finally get his work done. Having more luck, though his mind kept going back to the night before and his dream.

Lyric was working so obsessively that she got her work done in record time and decided to go over and bother Morgan for a little bit. The guy looked to be itching for a distraction. She smiled and pranced over, bumping the agent in question with her hip.

"Need something, rookie?" He asked, playfully pushing her.

"No, but you need some fun. Otherwise you'll just pop a blood vessel. How about I take some of those files and we get you finished in record time so we can go get us an early lunch?" She had her arms crossed over her chest, her Irish cross necklace dangling over her arm.

Morgan immediately answered yes, handing the young agent almost half of his stack. Spencer snorted and shook his head beside him.

"Wow, it must be your lucky day. You've got poor Lyric doing your work for you." Reid smiled at the two, making Lyric laugh.

"Yep, Morgan and his persuasive ways." She pulled up a chair and began work on the files as Morgan playfully glared at Reid before doing the same.

The three worked in relative silence. Reid was able to finally work at his usual lightning speed while Morgan and Lyric worked on his files with relative speed but not quite as fast. The two of them got done a little after Reid did, both letting out a sigh of relief.

"Finally. Now let's go get that lunch. All that work back to back has built a bear sized hunger for me."

Morgan chuckled. "You're little self? I'm surprised."

"I just don't put on weight that's all." She smacked his shoulder and laughed, looking over at Reid and clearing her throat with a prominent blush dusting her cheeks that Morgan couldn't help but smirk at. "Reid, hey, wanna come with? Even geniuses need food."

"Same goes for him. Pretty Boy doesn't eat."

Reid looked up at that, grabbing his messenger bag and standing up. "I do eat. And I'd actually like to go with you. What are we getting?"

"I was thinking Bob Evans or IHOP. What about you, Morgan?"

"IHOP sounds good. A stack of pancakes could do me some good."

Lyric nodded in agreement. "With butter and lots of syrup. Some milk..."

Reid and Morgan stared at her.

"What?"

"Milk?" asked Morgan with a smirk. "Aww...Little Lyric loves to have her pancakes with milk."

"Shut up, doesn't everyone?"

Reid shook his head. "Not me. But now that I think about it, it's not entirely surprising. Seeing as how..."

"Reid, we can talk about what makes me want milk later. Now, whose car are we taking?"

"Let's take Pretty Boy's."

"Oh uh, my car isn't in running condition. So, let's take yours."

Morgan nodded, walking to the elevator with the two younger agents following behind him.

"So, you two gonna spend the whole time staring at each other again?"

Lyric scoffed. "No, we're just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Right Reid?"

Reid nodded. "Right, not that Lyric hasn't thought about it."

Said agent blushed and looked away as Morgan laughed. "Oh, I knew it! You two should hook up. Pretty Boy needs some good lovin'."

Reid sent his friend a glare and shook his head. "Come on, man..."

As the elevator opened, Lyric and Reid walked out, still talking about Morgan's little joke in the elevator. Neither would admit that his suspicions were kind of true, though they were quick to rebuff them.

They walked over to Morgan's truck and got in, Lyric getting in the back while Reid occupied the front seat.

"You sure you don't want to ride shotgun, Lyric?"

"I'm sure. I'll ride the back, let Morgan chauffer me." She winked at the driver and laughed.

Morgan chuckled, turning on the ignition. "Very funny, Rookie."

The ride to IHOP was mostly spent with Lyric laughing at Morgan and Reid going back and forth like an old married couple about which route to take.

When they pulled into the parking lot, the two were still going at it.

"Reid, man drop it."

"What, the other way would've been quicker. I'm telling you."

Morgan sighed dramatically. "I'm telling you, kid. Don't make me smack you in front of everyone."

Reid faked a pout. "Lyric, Morgan's threatening me!"

"And it's hilarious! You two should have your sitcom, I swear." She walked inside and left them standing stunned for a few moments before they followed.

"That girl is something else..."

Reid agreed with a soft, "That's what I've been thinking since I met her..."

They sat at a booth, Lyric and Reid sitting on one side with Morgan sitting alone on the other side.

Lyric looked at the menu and her eye caught on a stack of chocolate chip pancakes. "Ooh! Mama Lyric knows what she's getting!"

Morgan and Reid stared at her.

"What?"

Reid blushed and looked away while Morgan burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Mama Lyric, huh?"

"Oops...Didn't know I said that out loud...Disregard that part."

"Why are you and Garcia not best friends?"

"Oh wait, I couldn't subject my Baby Girl to this kind of insanity."

Lyric smirked and looked at the menu again. "Hey well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you two love it."

"You're fun, I'll give you that."

Lyric smiled, digging into her pancakes when they arrived. Spencer enjoyed his coffee, listening to the two agents go back and forth about music. Reid had nothing against soul music, he actually enjoyed some of it, seeing how the majority of it had classical influence whether the artist and listeners realized that fact.

"Come on, I'm Real is such a good song."

"Yeah, but I just don't like that J Lo is singing it. It's not that she's not real, but she's not the kind of real that the song describes." Morgan reasons, taking a drink of his coffee.

Lyric sighed, nodding her head and switching the conversation to a different song. "What about Moulin Rouge?"

"Better when La Belle did it, if you ask me, Rookie."

"I agree, but the newer version sounds nice too. And as much as I don't really like Christina Aguilera, you know besides Beautiful, she did good on that song. Although I think Pink could've totally done her parts just as well if not better." She seemed to not like girls who pretended to be slutty in order to gain fans.

Morgan thought a moment and smirked, taking another drink of his coffee and polishing off his stack of pancakes. "Hey, kids. How's about we go take another visit to the club tonight? That way we can see if these songs are fit for dancing."

Reid scoffed. "No way I'm going back there. The last time we went, you brought back the wrong drinks and almost got Lyric drunk. Nope, no way I'm babysitting you both."

"Okay then. I'll face the nightlife sober and you two can have your fun."

"Hmmm...Free drinks? I'm in." Lyric responded with a smile Morgan's way, raising a forkful of her pancakes to Reid's lips. "Come on, try some. Bet you'll love them and order some to go."

Reid, knowing she'd only persist in typical Lyric fashion took a bite of her pancakes and chewed, his face lighting up. "I forgot how good chocolate chip pancakes taste. Oh and, sure Morgan. I'll come." Reid shot him a look once he smirked at the two while Lyric practically split the last of her stack between her and Spencer. It just looked amusing.

Later that night the three agents showed up at the local night club and walked in together, Morgan going straight to the dance floor after ordering the refreshments for his friends.

Lyric and Spencer occupied the bar stools Morgan left them at, Lyric knocking back a couple Sangrias and Reid taking a few shots of Brandy that had him light on his feet.

The two spent half the night giggling like loons at the bar and the other half on the dance floor, dancing like they belonged in one of those music videos that was only showed later at night.

After a while, Morgan began watching the two, relieved to see them relaxed but worried about the direction they were going if they didn't check their inebriated brains before they ended up in one compromising position. He wanted them to hook up, but not like this. He was hoping the drinks loosened them up ONLY.

He apologized to the women he was dancing with and walked over to the pair, tapping Reid on the shoulder.

"...Morgan! Hey Lyric, it's Morgan. He's come to join us."

Lyric giggled like a schoolgirl and shook her head. "Oh no...It's just me and you, Reidy. No sandwich!"

At the mention of the word sandwich, the two cracked up, leaving Morgan to wonder what could be so amusing about the word sandwich.

Oh, wait...That's the liquor talking. Alright, time to get these two home.

He dragged them both out of the nightclub by their wrists like children and piled them both into the backseat...where they proceeded to make out with each other.

Morgan couldn't believe his eyes. Pretty Boy had his hand on Rookie's thigh while Lyric tangled her slender fingers in Reid's hair and tugged him closer. He needed to get them to separate but he wasn't quite sure how. He could try the water trick though, they weren't dogs.

He chuckled at that thought, getting into the driver's seat and driving to Reid's apartment building. Maybe if he could get Pretty Boy out first, he'd regain his composure enough to end the teenager like make out session.

"Pretty Boy, this is your stop." Morgan called into the back seat, reaching back and slapping Reid on the shoulder, causing him to pull away from the kiss.

"Oh, alright. Come on Lyric..." He grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the truck much to Morgan's surprise.

The very tipsy agent climbed out behind Reid, clinging to his arm to steady herself, not realizing he was swaying on his feet as well.

Morgan thought about getting out and forcing the two apart, but he had faith that Reid would pull back before it went too far. Drunk or not, he was still the most dedicated agent he knew. Besides Hotch of course.

He prayed to God that those two came to their senses before they did anything rash. He knew they had a crush on each other, but he didn't want them to end up having a drunken hook up. That was never a way to start a relationship. He sighed and pulled away from the curb after watching the two of them enter the building.

Reid put his key in his lock and pushed his door open, wrapping his arms around Lyric's waist and reattaching himself to her soft lips.

She hoisted herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist, deepening the kiss and running her fingers through his hair.

The two ended up stumbling through the house and to Reid's bedroom where he unceremoniously tossed Lyric onto his bed by accident, a small giggle escaping her.

"Wow...Who knew we'd end up like this. Especially after the dream I had about you..."

Reid stopped and looked down at the young woman on his bed. "You had a dream about me? What was it about?" He drunkenly asked, rubbing his head and laying down beside her, peppering her neck with kisses.

"Well, we were in the bullpen. And you grabbed me, and lifted me onto your desk before taking me right then and there. We didn't get much paperwork done but we were working alright..." She purred, climbing into Reid's lap and caressing his cheek with her hand. "I know I'm a little drunk right now. But I do find you incredibly attractive...So; let's not waste a perfect night."

Spencer nodded and placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her down into a deep kiss and gently placing her on her back. He trailed his hand down her body and lifted her skirt a bit, Lyric quickly reaching her hand down to clamp around his wrist.

Spencer sighed. "Oh no, you're having second thoughts..."

"No, no. Just let me..." She sat up, unzipping her dress and slipping it off, laying back and pulling Spencer on top of her again. "Okay, now..."

Spencer smiled in relief and went back to kissing her slowly and passionately. Having cooled down from their initial hot and heavy pace earlier. They slowly stripped their clothes off and gazed into each other's eyes as Spencer grabbed a condom from his bedside table and lined himself up at her entrance, giving a gentle thrust.

Lyric's eyes fluttered closed and she reached up a hand to his shoulder gripping tightly and arching her back into him, a light gasp escaping her parted lips.

Spencer leaned down, pressing his lips to hers gently and stroking her cheek gently. "Lyric...are you?"

"No...It's just been a while..." She lied, averting her eyes and sniffling a bit. Not out of sadness or discomfort, but the emotional intensity of the situation. "Just keep going..."

Not wanting to ruin the moment, Spencer lets the lie slide, waiting a bit before asking if he should continue. When Lyric looks him right in the eye and gives a nod, he slides in slowly before pulling out and giving a slow but loving thrust back in.

Lyric wrapped her arms around his neck, letting out a small whimper and sigh of pleasure, her chest feeling warmer with each thrust she felt from the man above her.

Spencer had had sex before but it never quite felt like...this. So, connected and intimate. Sure sex always felt great for him, but he liked the emotional connection he was feeling. Even in his drunken haze he could feel it and with each thrust he felt a warmth grow inside of him, starting with his chest and settling in his stomach like a bunch of butterflies. He wondered if Lyric felt the same, so he decided to ask her.

"Lyric...Do you feel that?"

Her breathe hitched at the question and she nodded her head slowly. "Yeah...It feels good." She somehow knew he wasn't asking about the physical aspect. Spencer didn't seem like the type to dwell on dirty talk anyway. She leaned her head back and moaned softly, turning her head away.

At one particularly deep thrust, Spencer groaned deeply, reaching down and turning Lyric's face, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. He needed to see her face, he needed to feel connected. He was addicted to that warm feeling and it lessened when he couldn't see her face.

Before both fell off that cliff together, he leaned down and placed his lips by her ear, whispering a soft, "I think I love you..."

Lyric shuddered at the words and clung to him tighter, closing her eyes.

Oh Spencer...

AN: Okay, I know Reid would NEVER consume alcohol so irresponsibly. But, I needed to take some liberty for a bit. I needed for the encounter to have something they could both be ashamed about. Something they needed to blame the entire incident on. And no, it's not Morgan's fault. He had faith Reid would come to his senses. Which I'm sure you all were probably certain of.

Oh, and the reason why it wasn't super rough, all out getting it sex as I like to call it is: I needed them to focus on the emotional aspect of sex. It being Lyric's first time (Not that the stubborn lady was going to admit to that...) and Reid's first time that wasn't with someone he knew for literally a couple weeks. For some reason I just know he and Austin had something that lasted for at least a little bit... So yeah!

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~LyricAiLove