'Eeep! No reviews for Chapter 9, but why?' codename:penguin wrings her hands worriedly. This had put me in a dark mood. Let's up the rating to 'M' for this chapter.

No I'm kidding I am fine, today's installment was this dark to begin with.

Chapter 10- The things people never say

It was like déjà vous when she finally opened the door except for one thing.

'Emily, where are your pants?!' he yelped raising his eyes to fix on some random point of her collarbone.

With glass in hand the female agent looked down and giggled at the sight of her bare legs.

'Ooops' she hiccupped, 'won't you come in?'

Reid hesitated at the threshold. Ever since the briefing this morning in Quantico, and in the plane ride across he had been watching her. Something about this case was bothering the brunette and instead of confiding in Hotch, he had stupidly decided to check on her himself. You would think a genius like him would learn from his past mistakes. The sound of someone unlocking a door little way down made him scurry inside to prevent anyone from seeing her in such a dreadfully comprising position.

Quickly he sped across the room and closed the blinds, switching on the small complimentary kettle in the room to make some coffee.

'Emily, what's wrong?' he squeaked nervously, 'are you crazy!? The case can break at any minute'

He glanced furtively at her seated on the bed infront the television dressed in her work blouse and precious little else. All of a sudden his eyes focused on the screen and he dashed forward to scoop up the remote.

'Oh my god, are you watching porn?!' he asked in disbelief clicking the channel off, 'please tell me you didn't charge this to the room?'

Her eyes cut to his red face and she snorted with laughter.

'There's never anything good on' she whined in a totally unPrentiss manner, 'so why don't you come here and keep me company?'

Reid rolled his eyes as she patted the mattress invitingly. She was going to be in so much trouble if Hotch ever got wind of this. He moved to her side and picked up her hair in one hand and tied it in a lopsided bun at the top of her head.

'Em' he began quietly taking her glass from her hand gently, 'I think you've had too much to drink'

She hiccupped again and with unfocused eyes she began walking her fingers suggestively across his chest. With a small smile he caught her agile fingers preparing to pull her up and shove her into a cold shower but with a powerful tug she pulled him down to her side.

The erotic smell of lavender combined with alcohol was the last thought he registered as she straddled his lap.

'Emily?'

She wrapped her arms around his neck as she quietly shushed him.

Disjointed phrases like 'consenting adults' and 'friends with benefits' crossed his mind before his brain completely flat lined when she kissed him. He pulled back in shock as he tasted the drink on her tongue and he frowned into her warm brown eyes. She might be drunk but there was no way she could miss the way his heart hammered in his chest and with a smile of triumphant she pushed him back unto the bed.

'No' he said firmly as he turned his head to avoid another kiss.

She had caught him by surprise and his own suppressed desires had taken control of his mind for a few unforgivable seconds. But now that he could see past his hormone induced stupor, he could clearly see the anger in her face. As she leaned back to sit on his stomach, his insides tensed in fear.

'Don't you like girls Spencer?' she asked nastily crossing her arms across her chest

Oh.

It was to be a verbal attack. He would have preferred if she had hit him.

'You're always stuck up under JJ' she remarked cattily, 'you should just give it up, she has a real man now!'

He knew she wasn't in her right mind but at the moment that was small comfort. He bit the inside of cheek to avoid a response and sure enough her anger flowed straight into depression.

'It's me, isn't it?' she moaned, 'I'm not pretty, that's why you don't like me?'

Thank God she would remember none of this in the morning!

'Emily I don't like you' he answered truthfully, 'I love you'

She smiled broadly then and her eyes filled with tears.

'And I know you love me too' he continued quietly, 'that's why you won't make do anything that I don't want to'

She frowned in a confused manner as all the do's and don'ts off his last statement was too much for her alcohol soaked brain to handle.

Gently he put his hands on her hips and tugged, 'This is NOT the right thing for us Emily. Please get off me'

Unfortunately it was not to be that easy as another giggling, playful fit took control of her.

She pointed her finger and stabbed him in the chest, 'You know Spencer, I never took you for a tease'

'Sorry?' he said automatically not understanding this description at all.

'That is not your gun poking me in my side' she remarked lewdly, wriggling around in a decidedly over friendly manner.

'Emily' he lectured stonily, 'just because you can control my body doesn't mean anything'

They were brave words because if he didn't make some move to get out of the hotel room she would soon have control of his mind again. Reid leaned to one side and peered around her shoulder.

'What are you looking at you pervert?' he said in exasperation 'give me a hand up Hotch'

As he expected, whatever part of her brain still functioned kicked into a massive overdrive as she rolled off him and landed on the floor in a tangle of uncoordinated limbs.

Immediately he vaulted over her and headed for the door.

'Go on you useless piece of shit!!' she screamed pelting him with a pair of discarded pantyhose, 'I don't need you, I don't need ANYBODY!!'

His hands were fumbling with the latch as the strong urge to throw up swept over him. He stopped when he heard her whispering her last words over and over. He knew he should just leave, find JJ or even Morgan and let them deal with this mess but her almost inaudible sobs tore at his heart.

'Be a man', he told himself sternly, 'this is why you came here in the first place'

With his jaw clenched he turned around to look at the pathetic crying bundle on the floor. As soon as she saw him looking she opened her arms begging him without words not to leave.

He shook his head, 'No, tell me what's wrong first'

'Don't leave me' she pleaded, 'I'll be good'

And as if to demonstrate these noble intentions she lurched to her feet and stumbled to the coffee nook.

Reid sprinted forward and was just in time to catch the kettle before the scalding hot water fell on her bare skin. Wild-eyed they both stared at the huge puddle of steaming water on the carpet and without even thinking they turned to each other as soon as the danger had past. Awkwardly he dragged her to a chair and said nothing as she crawled unto his lap and cried herself to sleep.

As he wrapped a blanket around them he leaned his head back and closed his eyes with a groan. He was definitely going to call the pope tomorrow and apply for sainthood.