"Spencer?"

Spencer looked up from his book and turned his head to see a still very pathetic looking Tammy- wrapped up in her blankets and head on her pillow, barley conscious- starring back at him.

"How did you know my name was Tamatha?"

He couldn't suppress the amused and gentle smile that crept up at her silly and random question.

"I didn't." He answered truthfully.

Tammy smiled slowly and gingerly removed the cocoon of blankets around her, rolling off of her own bed and padding over towards his. She tugged lightly on his arm, silently requesting that he release his hold on his book. He did so and was only somewhat shocked –her personality being what it was- when she took it upon herself to lie down and cuddle into him, bring his arm back down around her. He smiled and pulled her closer to his side, his smile widening when she nuzzled and kissed his neck. Spencer looked down at the woman who was slowly slipping back into sweet and needed rest, gently pecking her forehead with his lips before returning to his book.

She was slowly roused from her third bout of sleep by a mechanical ringing.

Cell phone.

Almost as quickly as it began, the ringing had ended, to be replaced by a low, hushed mummer of a male voice.

Spencer.

Caught somewhere between knowing she must fully wake up, and yet still being reluctant to partake in such an activity, Tammy settled for simply concentrating on the surprisingly sultry voice.

"Tammy was acting the same way...I don't know, she seemed to have a bad head ache, terrible nausea and has been sleeping on and off all day...You think?...I don't know how he would have...That would be extremely risky...True...Yeah, probably a good idea. I'll wake Tammy and meet you guys at the nearest hospital."

When she heard nothing for a few moments, Tammy figured the conversation was over and that she could speak without interrupting.

"Hospital?" She questioned, bracing herself on her arms and elbows and looking at the young man standing by the door, running his hands through his curly hair and wearing a distraught expression.

He turned and walked to her, kneeling down to her eye level.

"Tammy?" He began softly, brushing her loose hair from her face, "Your headache, tell me about it, what was it like?"

She could feel own expression change to one of sheer confusion.

"Uhhh, normal, I guess. I really only get these bad headaches around the holidays- stress and all. But this was more like a...a migraine, I guess? The light and sound have never hurt before, but I've heard stories about migraines and it seems like the closest thing."

She couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling she got when she saw his eyes light up- she half expected him to say 'Jinkies!'.

"What about Tansy?" he asked, "Do you know anything about her headaches?"

"She doesn't get them. Ever."

Tammy could have sworn that Spencer's smile was about to engulf his entire face.

"Okay, okay. Uh, we need to take you to a hospital." He told her, the smile never fading.

"You know, I could take offense to this." She pointed out as he ran around the room collecting their things. She had to suppress a laugh when he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Take offense to what?" he asked, his eyes wide and his voice high, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offenedyouhonestlyIdidn'tIreallyam-"

"Spencer," She laughed as she walked up to him, "Relax. I'm just pointing this out to you for future reference, try not to look so happy about taking someone to the hospital, okay?"

"Oh!" He squeaked, the smile and light returning, "No, no, I wasn't happy about that, it's just that, Tansy is sick too, so Emily and I were thinking that maybe the UnSub may have slipped something in your guys' food-"

"So you're happy about us possibly getting drugged?"

"NO! No. Well...uh...yeah...kinda... BUT NOT-"

"Spencer!" She interrupted with a laugh, walking up to him, "It's okay, I get it. Drugged equals lead. I'm just messin' with ya'."

"Oh." He murmured, "Don't do that."

She laughed again before draping her arms around his neck and leaning closer to him, "I'm sorry. I wouldn't intentionally mess with you from here on out."

"Thank you." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling them to where no space existed in between. And there they stood, holding the other as if nothing else in the world matter. Tammy couldn't stop herself from smiling when she felt Spencer kiss her cheek. This was right. They barley knew each other and yet, she was happier with him- in his arms- then she had been in longer than her memory served.

"We can't do this."

Her world shatter as the memory of his voice from just a few hours prior replayed in her.

"I'm here to protect you. Not make out with you."

"It's against protocol."

Tammy pulled away slowly and studied the cheap hotel carpet.

"I think we should get going." She all but whispered, trying to hold back tears, as she maneuvered around a baffled Spencer- no, not Spencer. Federal Escort- and to her discarded tennis shoes.

She sat down on her bed and tied her shoes, taking that time to obtain the confidence to actually look at the agent in front of her. The hurt and bewildered face of Agent Reid was looking back at her and threaten to bring back to tears she was hardly capable of withholding the first time.

"We need to go, Dr. Reid." The steadiness of her own voice frightened her.

The look that flashed across his face, she just couldn't name it. Some kind of mix a understanding, regret, anger, and once again, hurt.

"Of course, Ms. Williams."

He held out a hand to help her off of the bed- which she politely took, and they walked out the door, the tension following close behind.

Reid and Prentiss sat in the waiting room while Tansy and Ms. Williams were somewhere with some doctor getting some test done.

"So," Emily started, bringing Spencer from his thoughts, "What happened between you two?"

"I don't know wha-" The look she gave him cut him off mid- denial.

"You know I like her, right?" He asked after a few moments of contemplation.

"Like?" She replied in disbelief, "What is this? Sixth grade?"

"What?"

"You don't 'like' her, Reid." Emily explained, "You want to screw her."

"Could you be a little more vulgar?" He snapped back. "Besides, how the hell would you know how I feel about her?"

"You're right." She admitted, bringing her hands up in defeat, "I'm sorry. How do you feel about her?"

"I want a relationship with her." He answered immediately, "I don't just want a one night stand or anything. I want something serious, something real."

"She doesn't want that?" Emily guessed- a shot in the dark.

"No, she does."

"So what's the problem?"

"This!" He shouted, showing her his badge, "This is the problem. I'm a federal agent assigned to her for protection, not for a damned Vegas vacation."

Prentiss watched in helplessness as the man she considered family fell back against his chair in frustration. She remembered Lila Archer. Granted, she wasn't on the team at the time, but she had heard stories and seen pictures. At the beginning of this adventure, she had thought the only problem Reid would have with starting a relationship with Tammy would be a possible re-visit of Lila and transference. She would have never thought the only problem Spencer would have would be with his ethics.

"Reid?"

"Hmm?"

"You know you work on a team of profilers, right?"

He shot her an un-amused look.

"Bare with me here. So you cam assume that we all know about your feelings towards Tammy, right?"

He took a second to think back to when they had her in the interrogation room and he was being harassed by JJ and Morgan.
"Yeah."

"So you can also assume that Hotch may have purposely put you with Tammy, am I correct?"

"That's ridiculous." He countered, "Hotch is in enough trouble with Strauss as it is, why would he do something to give her a legitimate reason to fire him?"

"Strauss doesn't care about our relationships so long as they don't greatly tarnish the look of the BAU," She pointed out, "and because it was the only sure-fire way to get you to talk to her."

"Oh, yeah, Aaron Hotchner, match maker."

Emily sighed in frustration. Dear God, I'm about to punch this kid.

"Okay." She started again. "Hotch and Haley, met in high school, divorced. Morgan, no one. Rossi, self explanatory. There are two people on this team that are currently in long-term and successful relationships, JJ and Garcia. Both of which met their boyfriends through work."

"That doesn't mean-"

"Yes it does!" She shouted, "It means everything! Spencer, I love you. We all do. We want to see you happy. A true chance at happiness has been tossed in your lap and, God save me, if you let it go I will combine all of my knowledge of the most sadistic forms of torture and use said knowledge against you."

The terrified look on his face was MasterCard priceless.

Emily looked down the hall and saw the girls walking toward them; Tansy still looking ill and in pain, Tammy looking...a little dead. Creepy.

"The doctor will call Agent Hotchner with the test results in a few hours." Tammy told them, her face and voice emotionless.

"Sounds good." Emily said as she stood up and led a pitiful Tansy down the hall and to the elevator. She shot Reid one last threatening look before the doors closed.

Spencer sat still in his chair, resting his arms on his spread legs and hanging his head, avoiding looking at Tammy.

"Dr. Reid."

He ignored her.

"Dr. Reid." She said more firmly.

He ignored her again.

"Dr. Reid!" She shouted in anger and annoyance.

Good. He thought, Emotion.

"Fine." She sighed before turning to leave. Spencer saw her shoes start to walk away and reached out, grabbing her arm.

He stood and in a flash, whipped her around to face him. Before she had time to form a thought, his lips crashed into her own with such passion that it was a good thing they were in a hospital, because her heart might just stop.

He brought his free hand to her other arm and held her against him, afraid that she pull away from him. She was his chance at happiness, he couldn't-wouldn't- just let her go.

It took all of her power to suppress a moan of pleasure that threatened to escape when she felt him force her lips apart with his own, his tongue plunging into her open mouth and sending a shock wave of pleasure coursing through her entire body, but focusing on her loins on particular.

"What about the spies?" She asked when he finally gave a second to pull away.

He let out a low, sensual laugh that sent another wave of pleasure vibrating through her.

"They'll get a show." He breathed into her ear.

A/N: ATTENTION ALL! CHOCOLATE MILK AND LAPTOPS DO NOT MIX WELL! REPEAT: CHOCOLATE MILK AND LAPTOPS DO NOT MIX WELL!

Yeah, I was never a fan of my five year old neighbor before, but now I just hate that kid. I already had half of the chapter typed and saved to Word and I wanted to wait until I got my laptop back from the fix-it place, but three days past when they said they'd have it back to me, I still havn't heard a word from them. So what do I do? I break into my bestfriend's house and take her laptop.

Hey, what are friends for, right? :)