Don't Ever Look Back

Within twenty minutes, Prentiss looked out from the balcony and saw two very familiar ladies walking up to the building, so she decided to go and meet up with them at the elevator so that she could tell them to keep their voices down because of a still sound asleep Spencer Reid. As she reached her destination, the doors had started to open, revealing tech analyst Penelope Garcia and Pentagon Media Liaison Jennifer Jareau, who both gasp when they saw the white bandage around their friend's head.

"What happened?" JJ asked.

"I'll explain everything, but you both have to promise not to talk too loud, Spencer's sound asleep which is rare"

"You got it sugar plum!" Garcia told her.

After closing and locking the door, Emily asks if the girls wanted anything to drink, but was force to sit onto the couch as Garcia went to get all three bottles of water and handed them to her friends.

"So… what happened?" Garcia asked after a minute of awkward silence.

"I was heading to Spencer's when this guy in a black Ford truck tries to cut me off and in doing so hit a patch of black ice, slammed into my side and sent me into a pole… my head smashed on his side window, hence the lovely-soon-to-be scar- on my forehead. No concussion, nothing serious, an old buddy of mine that works in the DC police was at the scene gave me a lift here"

"How did Spence take it?" JJ asked, knowing her closest guy friend would have flipped when he found out what had happened to his girlfriend, who was also close like a sister to her.

"He freaked out but I couldn't blame him…" she avoided making eye contact, and it suddenly clicked into both of the ladies minds why she was acting shyly at this moment.

"You two got it on!" Garcia said cheerfully.

"Garcia, shhh" Prentiss pointed towards the closed door at the end of the hallway.

"Sorry… but now that it's just us girls… and one sleeping hot genius at the end of the hall… how was he?"

"Last night or the first time?" she asked wile trying to hide her grin, when she thought of the first time they had slept together.

"I think the correct pronunciation of your question is, 'How is he?'" JJ said, while poking at her friend's arm in a teasing matter.

"He's… pretty unique" she answered, trying really hard not to reveal the secrets of her and Spencer's sex life.

"As in 'average but giving him extra points' unique or 'in a league of his own' unique?" Garcia asked bluntly, earning a blush from the brunette.

"Kay, I'm not revealing anything about my and Spencer's private life… its private"

"League of his own" JJ answered for her, earning a stern look from Prentiss, "I may not be a profiler, but when a girl has it good, she wants to keep it to herself"

"I… you… never mind" she gave up and sat back down onto the couch, and all three heard the door opening and before she could have said or done anything, in came Dr. Spencer Reid, wearing black boxers, looking like he needed a couple more hours of sleep.

As he was about to enter his kitchen, he froze on the spot, slowly turned around and saw all three ladies starring… actually they were gawking at him! He then quickly changed his route from the kitchen to his bedroom and closed the door.

When Emily looked back to her friends, they were frozen in their gawking mode, which gave her an excuse to flick ice cold water on them, earning their attentions back to her.

"Stop gawking at him!" she barked.

"Sweety, we never knew that under all those dress shirts and sweater vest that our G-man was that mouth-watering-juicy!" Garcia said out loud.

"…Don't make me flick more ice cold water on you" she warned.

"JJ didn't you get a good look at him, when you two went on a date?"

"You and Spencer?"

"It was like over a year before you joined, and we didn't have any sparks, plus I always thought of him as the brother I never had" she explained.

The door suddenly opened again and out came a fully dressed Spencer Reid, who was as red as a tomato.

"Why didn't you tell me we had company?" he asked her.

"You looked comfy in your sleep so I let you sleep and closed the door to make sure we didn't wake you up" she explained.

"So… Dr. Reid" Garcia used her flirty voice, earning a glare from Prentiss, she had already caught on what she was about to ask.

"How many times do you get tired in a week?"

"Hmm, I haven't thought of that… I have been getting tired at least more than twice a day, but that's because of lack of sleep during the night" he answered, without knowing the real origin of her question.

"Oh god!" she slapped her hand onto her forehead and then cringed, "ow…"

"Why did you do that Emily?" he asked looking confuse.

Emily then pulled him to her level and carefully whispered into his ear, "You pretty much just told Garcia that we have sex all night long and more than twice in a day"

"Oh…god… that's personal Garcia!" he was blushing a deep shade of red, causing both ladies to laugh at his reaction and Emily just stared at him, with a sly grin on her face.

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By noon the girls had things to do and had to leave. They bid their "see ya laters", told Emily to get plenty of rest and to have a good weekend. After Spencer closed the door and locked it, he walked over and lay on the couch and gently pulled Emily down to him, so that she saw lying on top of him and he gently kissed her on the lips.

"Did you answer them the number of time we… you know" he asked shyly.

"They wouldn't believe even we both told them" she answered him, before laying her head on his chest and both of them relaxed in each others embrace and pretty much talked and remained in these positioned for the rest of the afternoon.

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As the weeks went by, the team had gotten a real bad case in Denver, Colorado. Samuel Georgetown had slaughtered law enforcement officers, including a retired federal agent, a highly respected military officer and many police officers.

On one particular morning, the team had gathered up an hour early, so that they could start to search for this psychopath as soon as possible, but Prentiss was missing. Where the hell was she?

Prentiss was still emptying her stomach contents into the toilet in her hotel room, and didn't even hear the knocking at her door, until the deep voice of Derek Morgan was pretty much shouting, "open the door now!" he had been shouting at the cleaning lady, who was really stubborn about using her mater key to let random people into someone else's room.

But after some strongly persuasion from Rossi, she inserted her card key into the slot and then returned to the room she was about to clean next, as both men quickly entered and searched the room, until they saw a dim light coming form the washroom.

"Emily?" Rossi asked gently.

"…Rossi?" she sounded sick, from her hoarse voice, due to number of times she had been sick in one morning.

"You okay in there?"

"I think I ate some bad food last night…" she said before emptying her contents again, making both of the agents grimace at the sound she made.

"Can we come in or can you walk by yourself?" Morgan asked.

"…I think I might need some help" she admitted, and seconds later both men entered and were sympathetic about her situation right now.

Rossi got out the mouth wash and mixed it in with some water so it wouldn't be too strong for her, but strong enough to wash out the nasty taste, while Morgan gently carried her in his arms, used his foot to flush the toilet and then laid her onto her bed, before covering her with blankets.

"Here Prentiss, I mixed it with some water so it won't be as strong, but strong enough" the older agent told her.

She put the liquid into her mouth, quickly gargled and then spat into the garbage by her bed, making both men cringe, but soon forgot, her when Morgan's phone started ringing and he quickly answered.

"Morgan… Hey Hotch, listen, Prentiss not feeling too hot"

"How bad?"

"Look like a case of poisoning, she's already fast asleep"

"I'll ask Garcia to stay with her, I'm sending her up and I want you two back down here, when she shows up, understood"

"Sure thing Hotch" he said, before disconnecting the conversation.

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Even after the sun had set, the groups had refused to back out on the pursuit of Samuel. He had gotten away at injuring another Law officer. He had attempted to come up from behind FBI Derek Morgan, but at the last second Reid interfered in the attempt and was stabbed in the right shoulder and then took off at full speed, with Morgan hot on his tail.

The paramedics had just finished bandaging and putting his arm in a sling, before leaving the area. He felt his phone vibrate and answered it once, he was at a safe distance.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"I think the better question is how you are?" he could hear the concern in her voice.

"I'll be fine, just to avoid strenuous activities for the next week or two" he had a mischievous tone in his voice, causing her to giggle.

"Horny bastard…" she teased him, "be careful and don't worry, I'll take charge"

"Yes m'am" he said in a sultry voice, "I'll see you later, take care and I love you"

"I will, take care as well and most importantly I love you too" they then both hung up.

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Back in Emily's room, after she had hung up her cell phone she laid her head back onto the pillow, but her plans to sleep were interrupted, when Garcia was asking questions about her health and random stuff.

"Garcia, what and why are you asking me this?"

"I'm typing symptoms and stuff like that into this and I'll get the closest matching results!" after waiting about a minute, the computer beeped, alerting to say the results were posted, "…" she was just speechless.

"What is it Garcia?"

"Be right back!" the tech analyst, closed her laptop off and left the room with the card key, leaving a scared Emily in the room.

"She must have had pixie sticks, while I was sleeping" she muttered before laying her head back in her pillow and drifted off to sleep.

Twenty minutes later, Garcia re-entered the room, pulled out whatever she bought at the drugstore across the street, shook Emily awake and told her to pee on a stick.

"Garcia you can't be serious!"

"You told me that you've been late"

"This happens a lot because I've never been on time"

"You were dead sick in the morning and were better by noon"

"My stomach was empty and probably got rid of the bad stuff"

"You and Dr. Genius probably hit the sack more time than I can count on my fingers in, in one week!" which made Prentiss blush and wasn't denying it.

"He uses protection and I take the after pill and daily pill"

"There must have been a time, where passion got In the way of your thoughts!"

Emily then thought of the night after her not so serious accident… she and Spencer hadn't used any protection and she had been so busy being buried in reports that she hadn't taken her pill that morning or even after. She immediately grabbed the white stick, walked into the washroom and walked out and patiently waited for the three – four minutes to pass by.

"When?" Garcia asked.

"That Friday night… after I got to Spencer's home… after the stupid car accident… We were both occupied that morning that I didn't take one that morning, no protection during and I didn't think of taking a after pill… and that was about four to five weeks ago"

Then a small beep came from her digital watch, telling her that the minutes were up and she quietly walked in to see what the test said. What Garcia wasn't expecting was to hear a thump coming from the bathroom and immediately went in and saw a passed out Prentiss on the floor.

After dragging her into the bed, Penelope went in to properly get rid of the test and her mouth dropped opened at what she saw!

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