Ok guys…sorry it's been so long…I've been busy! This is more than a little fluffy, but hell, what isn't this time of year, right? Please read and review!
Title: Be Mine
Pairing: Reid/J.J. and a little touch of Morgan/Garcia
Rating: PG-13 for total fluff
Author: Jen
Warnings: I own nothing, and it isn't betaed, but if you want, read and review anyway!
Supervisor Special Agent Aaron Hotchner stood looking down on the bullpen, resting his arm against the railing, listening impatiently to the hold music coming lightly from his cell phone. He had been staring off into space, trying to maintain his ever calm façade to hide his annoyance. Reid had spilt coffee on his office floor earlier in the day, and the janitor insisted this was the only time he could shampoo it to prevent staining, sending the very private man out into the bullpen. It couldn't have happened to him on a worse day, he was on hold with the daycare Haley was determined for their son to get into. Hell, just having to have an interview for his one year old to get into the day care annoyed him, but them putting him on hold for more than four minutes…he reminded himself to exhale just as a lively blonde caught his eye as she walked down the stairs; dropping a file on Morgan's desk as she passed, she then slid comfortably in front of her boyfriend and handed over his file before running her fingers through her hair as he leaned in and kissed her wrist. He couldn't help but smile as Morgan made an over-exaggerated groan, which caused both young lovers to turn their attention to him.
"Are you ok?" Reid quickly asked, concern written all over his face. "That," Derek started, "was not a moan of pain. It was a groan of disgust. You guys have to be so…" "So what?" J.J. asked, shooting him a stern look that warned him he was on thin ice. "So…" "Absolutely adorable?" Garcia chimed in as she walked over to the group. Everyone laughed, and J.J. turned, planting an overly dramatic kiss on Spencer before looping arms with Garcia and announcing that they were going to lunch and that the guys should 'behave themselves.'
Spencer shrugged his shoulders at Morgan eliciting a laugh before walking over to his friend's desk and perching on its edge. "Seriously, Derek, how are you doing?" Derek looked into Spencer's eyes. "I'm fine, thanks in large part to you. Can't wait to get off desk duty though." Spencer smiled a weak smile, "I mean, are you doing ok? If you want or need to talk about anything…" Derek tapped Spencer's arm with a file. "I'm ok Reid. I'm not her, I'm not gonna flip out and take off. You had my back out there, I know that." Spencer blushed slightly. He had been going insane with worry since Derek had left the hospital. He knew that this was a different situation. He knew that Derek wasn't Elle. Still, he blamed himself for not seeing it in her sooner, for not helping her sooner. He was determined not to lose Derek to those same demons. He eventually nodded, but couldn't stop himself from adding as he walked towards the stairs, "If you do decide you need to talk…" Derek laughed before interrupting him, "I'll hire a shrink. I don't need your charity." Spencer laughed and fired back, "Who said it'd be free? I was just gonna recommend some people, you couldn't afford a private session with me." Both men laughed, Spencer smiling and nodding at Hotch as he passed him, noticing he was using his best politician voice to talk about his son's ability to recognize shapes and colors at an early age.
Spencer stood in Gideon's doorway for a moment, watching the older man listen to music while reading the latest batch of files he had been asked to consult on. He admired the man, respected him, and maybe even loved him in the way he imagined a man was supposed to love his father. Gideon was always patient with him, never judgmental, understanding even when one of his quirks was too developed for Gideon to comprehend. The truth was he had already attempted to get advice from every other member of their team, but he had known all along that Gideon would be the one with the answer he needed. If anyone could help him without making him feel ridiculous, Gideon could.
Taking a deep breathe, he knocked lightly on the doorframe. Gideon's always approving eyes meeting his and inviting him in without words. Gideon pressed the button on the remote that silenced the music as Spencer quietly shut the door behind him. "What can I do for you?" Gideon patiently asked the young man obviously fighting to find the words to vocalize his problem. "I need some advice." Gideon nodded, and Spencer continued. "Some advice about women, well, one woman, well, you know, J.J." "OK," Gideon responded, attempting to hide his smile. "OK, so it's almost Valentine's Day, and I have never had to worry about this holiday. I mean, I send my mom flowers, but I've never had to impress a woman." Gideon held in his laughter, "OK, so…" Spencer looked up at him, "So…what would be an appropriate gesture to show her how I feel about her?" "To show her that you love her," Gideon completed the statement. "Yes, to show her that I love her." Gideon laughed lightheartedly.
"Gifts?" Gideon asked. "I have that covered; Derek and I are sending her and Garcia to a spa. What I need to know is what I can DO to show her that I..." Gideon laughed again, "love her. You love her Spencer." Spencer nodded as if prepared to take notes, "Yes" he answered matter of factly. "Do you really think it is such a hard thing to woo a woman who is already in love with you?" Spencer blushed, "I just want her to know," "She knows," Gideon interrupted, "you don't have to bring a girl the moon to let her know that you would if she wanted it. You just have to remind her why she loves you. The easiest way to do that is by letting her know why you love her." Spencer nodded, "OK, so I just have to tell her I love her?" "Great idea," Gideon said, pressing play on his remote and returning his attention to the folders. Spencer smiled, "Thanks," he almost whispered as he slid out of the chair and out into the hallway. Jason set down the file looking after him, proud of how much the young man had grown since he met him. He laughed again, and then proceeded with his work.
So far, this hadn't been the day she had planned. J.J. had managed to spill coffee on her red suede pumps on the train, ruining the look she had worked so hard to perfect for him. She had planned the outfit, her hair, her make-up, everything so that when he saw her he would remember why he loved her. Yet when he saw her in the elevator landing he had probably only noticed how rough she looked, stained shoe and all. They had both been busy with separate work issues all morning, but she had been determined to salvage the day. She had attempted to get his attention via text and IM but by lunch no one seemed to know where he was. She slumped into her desk chair, pulling off her heel to survey the damage more closely, and almost felt like shedding a tear. She was in love, she was young, it was Valentine's day, and she was miserable. She dropped her head onto her desk and let out a loud groan, which was followed immediately by a ding from the laptop her head rested on.
She sat up, flipped it open and clicked on the new email;
The thing is, Valentine's Day has become a sort of cultural phenomenon. Well, actually the thing is Valentine's Day has become a commercial excuse to reassure the people in our society that they are loved, that they belong. Sometimes, however, rituals like these only serve to make some members of society feel more isolated and alone. This is the only experience I have ever had with this holiday; perhaps that's why I have failed so horribly to provide you with an amazing day of frivolity and courtship beautiful women are accustomed to. The truth is I thought of a thousand things I could buy you, a thousand places I could take you, and everyone on the team suggested something wonderful that I could do with you: Things you see in movies, read about it books, things that according to Garcia all little girls dream of. But watching you walk around the office all day with a look of defeat plastered across your face made me realize that we don't need people to tell us they love us any more today than we do any other day. We need to know that we belong, that we are loved, all the time. I believe that maybe love isn't built of extraordinary memories, but instead with a lifetime pursuit of happy normalcy. That perhaps the complete feeling of contentment when something is simply right is what happily ever after really is. Seeing you sad, (and from what I understood from Garcia the main cause is the untimely loss of a shoe?) immediately made me long for the comfortable happiness you always bring to my life. It made me need to thank you because I know I belong with you, and I know you love me, and for the first time in my life, Valentine's day isn't about sappy diamond commercials interrupting the news or walking home with an empty red crape paper box. I realize now that it's about celebrating my constant desire to make you smile (especially when you are sad about a ruined high heel,) and by far the great joy of my life that I've found the woman 'the glass slipper' fits perfectly. I love you.
A tear fell from her eye, and the sound of her office door clicking into place tore her from the screen. He stood before her, his hands behind his back, resting against the door just looking at her. She wiped away the tear and held up her shoe, "It's ruined," she sobbed, unable to say anything that made more sense. He smiled as he stepped over to her side. He knelt on the floor next to her, swiveling her chair to face him. He gently pulled the shoe from her hand and placed it aside. His other hand slid from behind his back, and he opened a white box. Her hands covered her mouth as he slid out a pair of red heels exactly like the ones she had been wearing and slid them onto her feet. "All better," he assured, meeting her gaze with a slight smile.
"You spent lunch on Valentine's Day running around D.C. trying to find me these shoes?" He smiled, standing and leaning against her desk, "Not really. I had Garcia find them and have the clerk hold them, I just fought the crowds to get them here." She started to laugh hysterically, and he couldn't help but be swept in it with her. Her laughter turned back to tears as she rested her hand on his knee. His face sought hers for meaning, "I hate these shoes," she whispered through a mixture of laughter and tears. Spencer's face went blank, he had never been more annoyed, Garcia had assured him it was the ruined heel that was making J.J. have such a bad day. She reached down and slid them off. "I hate these shoes. They are so uncomfortable, but they were expensive and they are beautiful, and I wanted to look beautiful for you." Her tears fell lightly down her face. Spencer wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, so when she stood and slid her body into his he forced himself to just enjoy how perfectly she fit in his arms.
He held her for what seemed like an eternity as she ushered out her last tears with laughter, and when she pulled back far enough to look into his face she mouthed, "I love you." He laughed, smoothing back her hair, and wiping away the tear lines on her delicate face before planting a soft but lingering kiss on her lips. "I know nothing about women, and I'll admit that I'm not the average man, but I assure you, your beauty has nothing to do with slipping on $400 shoes, I mean maybe slipping off your dress, but the shoes have nothing to do with it." She giggled as she buried her head in his chest, "I had to save something for tonight." She slid back into his arms, a smile shared in silence, knowing that this was simply right.
Well, I hope you enjoyed reading this little series as much as I liked writing it. This is, I am almost positive, the last chapter in this story, because I am so not the marriage and kids and picket fences kind of writer…so…yeah, I'll leave 'em wanting sex and generating enough heat to keep the FBI warm through the Virginia winter. I am however already working on a brand new series that is going to start right after the last episode revelations…come on, how could you not write a reid/jj piece after all that angst leading up to his falling into her arms?? I mean, really. Anyway, thanks to all my loyal readers, hope you'll read my next story too! Be watching for it! Thanksjen