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Ryley woke up and stretched. She had felt this good since she moved out of Bobby's at the beginning of the summer. She loved her friend, but he kept the weirdest hours and had far too many people coming and going at all hours. And the parties! She couldn't count the number of times some drunk guy had stumbled into her room by mistake, thinking it was a bathroom. Penny's had been a blessing, even if she did have to sleep on a pull-out.

Slowly opening her eyes, she looked around the room, and instantly freaked out. This was not Penny's! Or Bobby's! Or Uncle Kevin's! Where the fuck was she? She swung her legs over the side of the bed, absently noticing that she was still in the same clothes from yesterday, minus her shoes, and desperately trying to remember what happened and whose house she was in.

It slowly came back. She remembered falling asleep on the trip home and Morgan ordering her to lie down and go to sleep. She remembered someone trying to wake her up, and she remembered feeling like someone was carrying her. She'd been scared until someone grabbed her hand, and then she calmed down. She remembered being carried again, and soft laughs as someone tucked her into… into the soft warm bed she'd just woken up in. The laughter had definitely been male. That ruled out Prentiss. Reid or Morgan then.

The room was messy, with books stacked everywhere and a pile of button-ups and sweater vests in a corner. Reid then. Ryley's heart beat a little faster. Then she smacked herself on the head. She talked in her sleep. Oh dear god, please don't let me have said anything last night! Or at least nothing embarrassing!

A soft cough interrupted her internal agonizing, and Ryley looked up to see Reid shifting uncomfortably in the doorway. "I thought I heard you up." He said quietly. "I… Umm… I've got some coffee made in the kitchen if you want some. And I went out and got some of that peppermint mocha creamer you like. It's actually not that bad, though I still say that French vanilla is better. Still, I seem to like things sweeter than you do and you also seem to have this unhealthy obsession with anything mint flavored and scented. Even your shampoo smells like mint and… and lemongrass. It's a nice scent actually. I think you use a lotion and body spray that smells like it too, because you always seem to smell like it and shampoo doesn't last that long and-"

Ryley's laugh cut him off. She hadn't meant to let the near hysterical giggle escape, she just couldn't help it. She'd just slept… Ryley glanced at the clock. It was nearing eight a.m. and Penny had said they'd get in around ten… so somewhere around ten hours in her crush's bed and now said crush was standing in the doorway rambling about the perfume she used. It was hard not to be slightly hysterical. "Umm… Thank you… I think." She finally managed. "And I'd love some coffee. Just… where are my shoes?"

"Oh! Your shoes are by the door. So is your go bag. Do you want me to go get them for you?"

Ryley nodded, then remembered she only had a clean pair of jeans and underwear in there. Great. "Umm… Spence?" The genius looked at questioningly, half-turned to go get her things. "I… umm… Would you mind if I borrowed a shirt? I don't have one clean and-"

"No problem Ryley. I'll get you one from the closet when I bring in your bag. Do you… do you need anything else?" Spencer was blushing at the end and she realized he was asking if she needed undergarments.

She quickly shook her head. "No. I'm good on that front. But can I use your shower?" She grimaced. "I'm feeling a little grimy."

Reid nodded quickly. "Yeah. I'll show you where it is when I bring your things back. There's extra towels in there and everything so…"

"Yeah. Thanks Spence."

"You're welcome Ryley."

He walked out of the room to go get her bag and Ryley shifted uncomfortably on the bed. It's not like it was the first time she'd woken up in a strange house before, but these were not the usual circumstances. And Spencer was such a private person. She didn't want to walk around and possibly offend him. Actually, she didn't know what to do with herself at all. She should really call Penny. The tech analyst was probably worried sick. But her phone was in her go-bag. Which Reid was getting. There went that idea.

Instead of getting up and walking around, she continued to sit on the bed and look. Books were everywhere, on every surface. She saw classics, textbooks, user manuals, and, Ryley giggled, was that Twilight?

You've got to be kidding me. She thought with a jolt. Spence can't be a Twihard.

Unable to stop herself, she walked over and picked up the book. Unlike the rest of Spencer's books, the spine seemed to have been barely cracked. The corners were still sharp, not soft and worn like most of the books he had let her borrow, and there were no notes in the margins. She had no doubt that he's read it, but obviously not more than once. Ryley breathed out a sigh of relief. Not a Twihard then. Thank god.

"JJ and Prentiss insisted I read that to become more up to date on popular culture." Spencer said from the doorway, smiling when a startled Ryley jumped slightly.

She quickly put the book down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snoop. I just saw the book lying there and-"

"Became curious?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. Reid nodded toward the book. "The plot was good, but the characters are shallow and clichéd. Good for teenagers, but I fail to see what so many adults see in it."

Ryley nodded, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. "I didn't mind the books so much. Good mindless reading. But I hated the movies."

"I can honestly say I've never been forced into that particular hell before." Spencer replied with a smile. "And I don't mind you looking around."

Ryley gave him a shy smile. "I really am sorry Spence."

"It's fine Ryley. Would you still like to take a shower?" She nodded, eyes still cast down. Spencer sighed and set her go-bag by the door. He walked over to the closet and grabbed a plain black button-up from the back. "Come on. I'll show you where the bathroom is."

She followed him silently to the bathroom, picking her go bag up from the floor as she passed by. Slipping into the bathroom with a grateful smile, she closed and locked the door behind her. This was bad. This was really, really bad. Penny was going to kill her. She was going to kill herself. Oh god! Penny! Uncle Kevin! She needed to call them! They were probably going two-steps shy of mental by now!

Ryley fished through her duffel and grabbed her cell phone at the bottom. She flipped through her contacts and briefly debated who to call first. Penelope. She'd be easier to deal with than Uncle Kevin. Kevin could be down-right unreasonable when it came to her. Ryley felt sorry for any cousins she might eventually have. Quickly, she pressed the call button before she could change her mind and waited with held breath while it rang?

"Hello?" Penelope's sleepy voice filtered through the phone. Ryley felt like jumping for joy. Maybe Penny had already been asleep when the team got home last night and didn't know she hadn't come home yet.

"Hey Pen. It Ryley."

"I love you my gorgeous niece, but this better be good."

"I was just calling to let you know that I got home safe. Apparently I fell asleep on the way from Baltimore and-"

"Reid let you stay at his place because A) he doesn't like the fact that you sleep on a pull-out and B) you whined and cried every time you had to let go of him. I know. Derek called last night and told me."

"Yeah. I… Wait. I what?"

"Oh." Penny sounded anything but shocked. Actually, the damn woman sounded amused. "I guess you don't remember that part. Yeah. Apparently, first you refused to wake up and told the boy genius he was more comfy than my pull-out. Something I should be very offended by, by the way. Then you would moan and squirm whenever you stopped touching him. Derek said it was actually really cute."

Ryley groaned and thunked her head against the bathroom counter. "Great. Just fucking perfect. Well that's goddamned fucking wonderful."

"Go on Ry. Tell me how you really feel."

"Shut up Pen."

Penelope laughed, sounding more awake. "Oh you haven't even heard the best part yet. Reid apparently thought you and Derek were sleeping together."

"Like sleeping-together-what-we-do sleeping together? Or sleeping-together sleeping together?"

"Sleeping-together sleeping together."

"Why the fuck would he think that?!" Ryley screeched, wanting to hit her head against the counter again. If it wasn't for fear of a concussion, she would.

Garcia laughed. "Something about the way he flirts with you."

"Yeah. But he flirts with you like too, and no one think he's fucking you!"

"I have Kevin. And everyone knows that what Morgan and I have is all for show. We flirt a lot, but I prefer my men nerdy, not cut. And he prefers his women more…"

"Bar-flyish?" Ryley supplied.

Penny sighed. "I was going to say less complicated, but yeah, that description works just as well."

"Well I'm not exactly a bar-fly Pen. Hell, he didn't even know I'd go clubbing with my friends until yesterday."

"Yeah. But you've definitely got the build he prefers."

"Huh?"

"Curvy Ry. He likes curves, and you've got them. By the truck-load. You're a friggin' hourglass kid."

"Yippee. Morgan is like an uncle to me. Hell, he's old enough to be my uncle. That's just creepy."

"Does anyone else know that? It's not like you two call each other uncle and niece. You just flirt and tease."

Ryley groaned. "You know what. This is getting too uncomfortable for words. I'm going to take a shower and then head home. I'll see you in a couple hours Penny."

"Oh. Taking a shower at the hunky doctor's. Is he joining you?"

"No. We'll talk about it when I get home Pen. I love you. See you soon."

"Bye my über shy lovely. See you in a few hours. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. And don't worry. I won't tell your uncle."

"Pen! It's not like that! Pen?" Ryley shook her head in disgust at the "Call Ended" screen. "Great."

She tossed the phone back in her bag and turned on the water taps, letting the water adjust before she flipped on the shower. This was not what she needed to deal with right now. She still had a year of school to go before she got her Master's degree and wanted to get her Doctorate's on top of that. This full-time internship was only for the summer and she'd only get the part-time one for during the school year if she made a good impression on Hotchner. Something that would only happened if she worked her tail off and proved herself indispensable to the team. Which was why she had been happily accepting some of the simple consults JJ slid her under the table. The team was overran with them, and if Ryley could prove that she could handle taking on some of the easier requests they got. the ones for cold cases or copycats of a major crime in the area, she hoped to earn her permanent position as the team's intern.

What could permanently fuck that up was if it got back to Hotch, or, god forbid, the entire damn team that she was crushing on Reid. The FBI's fraternization laws were explicitly clear. True, unrequited lust wouldn't cause her to lose her position, but the unit chief finding out she had spent the night at, hell, clung to, his youngest team member while she was sleeping, and she could kiss any future with the FBI goodbye. Dammit! This had been so much simpler when it was an unspoken crush. Now Morgan knew for sure. So did Penny, who couldn't keep a secret to save her life, and so did Reid, probably.

Ryley paused in the middle of shampooing her hair. Fuck! Reid probably knew! Well this morning just got a hell of a lot more awkward. Ryley quickly rinsed the soap from her hair. It was time to get dressed and get the hell out. Now. Before she said or did something even more embarrassing.

The rest of her routine went quickly. Drying off, brushing her hair and teeth, pulling her now-curly strands back into a high ponytail (Damn Penelope and her beauty ideas!), and rubbing on lotion. The only snag hit when she was getting dressed. Penny was right. Ryley was an hourglass, with large breasts, an itty-bitty waist, and wide hips. Spencer's shirt, while it fit, gaped a bit around the chest. Ok, a lot. You could see her bra through the stretched button holes.

Sighing, Ryley bent down and pulled a semi-clean tank-top from the bag. She'd be going home soon, to a place where she could change into her own, clean, clothes. She just needed to look presentable for the trip back to Penny's. She unbuttoned Reid's shirt and tugged on the stretchy red spaghetti-strap that worked as an undershirt more often than not. Ryley slid Spencer's shirt back on over the tank-top, leaving it unbuttoned this time.

Time to go. A quick cup of coffee, a heartfelt thank-you, firm avoidance of any discussion having to do with what happened when they got off the jet yesterday, and then it's hopping on the first Metro train to Penny's, Dr. Reid firmly left behind in his apartment. That plan planted resolutely at the forefront of her mind, Ryley took a deep breath and exited the bathroom.

She followed the wafting smell of coffee to the kitchen, and had to cover her mouth to keep from gasping. She'd been so embarrassed about being in his bed, and then so worried about him being upset with her for looking through his room, Ryley had failed to notice what Reid was actually wearing. Or what he wasn't wearing, as the case may be.

No sweater vest. No button up. No slacks, but jeans. And a grey wife-beater. And the signature mismatched socks. Ryley felt like drooling. There were muscles under those baggy clothes! And a very cute butt. And a nice torso that slim down into- Stop it right now Ryley Anne Caruso! Remember your internship! Remember your future career! Remember the damn plan!

Reid turned at her approach and offered her a small smile. "Feel better?"

She nodded. "Much." Ryley cleared her throat. "Coffee?" She asked hopefully.

Reid smiled and grabbed a cup from the cabinet, filling it with coffee. He slid it across the counter to her, setting a sugar bowl and a small bottle of her favorite creamer next to it. Ryley smiled, he even got the brand right. "Thank you Spencer."

Spencer nodded as a way of saying you're welcome. They sat and sipped their coffee in awkward silence for a few moments before he finally piped up. "Ryley. About last night…"

"I'm sorry Spence. I didn't mean for it to happen. It was an accident, I swear." Ryley was blushing furiously. She wanted to nip this in the bud before they could hit a really awkward part of this conversation.

He flinched. He should have expected it. Who would actually want to cuddle up to a skinny know-it-all like him? Still, it hurt. Especially since he'd been the only one able to keep her calm last night. "I suppose it would be wrong to say I enjoyed it then?"

Ryley's breath caught. She blinked at him slowly. "You did?"

Spencer rubbed the back of his neck, blushing slightly. "I don't… There aren't a lot of people I touch. Or that I let touch me. It always seems too… personal. But I enjoyed having you sleep on me last night. And when you would grab onto me. I… It always seems as if I'm the one needing to be rescued. It was pleasant to feel as if I was perpetrating the rescue instead."

Her blush matched his own. Golden eyes staring into the depths of her coffee cup as if it held the answers to the world, she quietly admitted, "I… I thought I made you uncomfortable yesterday. That's why I apologized."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable. As I stated, it was pleasant."

If it were possible, Ryley's cheeks reddened further. "Well… Umm… I've got to get home." She stood from the stool. "It was… Thank you Spence. I'll see you Monday."

"Ryley! Hold on!" He followed her to the door, where she stood hopping into her tactical boots. She stared up at him expectantly while she zipped up the side. "There's… There's a lecture on the pros and cons of stem cell research Thursday night. I was wondering if you'd like to go."

Ryley flushed. That was one of her favorite subjects, on that she and Spencer had argued about in length. She really, really shouldn't go with him but… "Yeah Spence. I'd love to."

Briefly she thought that the smile that lit up his face was more than worth the possible career suicide.