A/N: Thanks to reviewers and my beta! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.  Also, there are references to things in this chapter that I clearly don't own and I'm sure that you'll be able to indentify them, so no lawsuits please. LOL.

Chapter 10 – All about Elle

Reid sat on the kitchen floor with his back against the fridge as he caught his breath. He looked up to see her hopping off of the counter. She had put her underwear and his grey dress shirt back on. She smiled as she held out her hand. "Need help getting up?"

He laughed lightly, "No thanks, I think I can manage." He placed his palms on the kitchen floor and pushed himself him. He smiled at her before he asked, "Can I carry you into the bedroom?"

She laughed, "What?" He placed his hands on the bottom of her thighs and lifted her up. In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She giggled, "Reid, you're not gonna be able to move tomorrow."

He smirked before he kissed her passionately. "I just want to be able to say that I carried Elle Greenaway into her bedroom."

She lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Reid!"

"And all that she was wearing was a pair of lace, black panties and my dress shirt." He smirked as he watched her blush.

He slowly made his way out of her kitchen, down her hallway, and into her room. He laid her gently down on the bed. "See? I just wanted to carry you." She laughed as he sat on the bed, stretching out his legs and leaning against the headboard. He let out a slight groan and a, "Hey!" as she fell back onto his lap, lying horizontally across the bed. She shifted down a little so that her head was on his thighs and she put her knees up so that she could fit on the bed. He played with her long hair as he watched the dress shirt slip down to her stomach, revealing all of her long legs. "Elle," he said quietly.

She looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Tell me about yourself."

"What?" She asked confused.

He smiled, "Tell me about yourself, I've told you things about me so now I want to know everything about you."

She smiled brightly; she couldn't get over how sweet he was being. "Well what am I supposed to say?" She asked puzzled.

He smiled. "What do you like? What are you favorite things?"

She thought about it, and then started, "Umm…well my favorite color is red." She paused, "My favorite foods are…well chocolate chip pancakes but you already know that cuz you're such a good listener…umm…I like New York style pizza…" He laughed, and she responded, "I know you're laughing at me because of how obsessed I am with New York, but seriously, you haven't had pizza until you've had pizza in New York."

"I've never had it."

She laughed, "Well I'll have to take you some time. Umm…I love Chinese food," she smirked at him, "some people can actually use chopsticks." He smirked before he started to tickle her stomach. She took hold of his hands. "Stop it," she said through giggles. He removed his hands obediently, using one hand to lightly tickle her bare legs and the other to play with her hair. She paused to think. "I really, really like peanut butter, especially on cookies, either chocolate chip or Oreo, it doesn't really matter." She laughed, "I'm surprised I'm not fat."

He covered her mouth with his as he leaned down and kissed her. He couldn't get over how different she was when she wasn't working.

"Umm…what else? I'd much rather have tea than coffee. I don't really like coffee actually. The only cereal I'll eat is Fruit Loops. I know that all that's in it is sugar but that's the only kind of cereal that I've ever eaten." She tapped her chin. "Anything else food related?" She looked up at him. "Reid, please tell me if I'm boring you to death."

He smiled at her as he gently ran his thumb across her forehead. "I told you that I want to know everything about you and that just so happens to include what food you like and what you don't."

She smiled back at him. She sat up and kissed him quickly before she fell back down. "I'd take my mother's cooking over any kind of fast food though cuz I really don't like fast food restaurant fries." She laughed at her random train of thought. "They're too salty."

"What else do you like?" He asked sweetly.

"I love animals and I love taking baths. I like flying but I'd much rather drive. I try to watch as much lighthearted TV as I can. So that means a lot of comedy shows, a lot of The Simpsons and Friends and Saturday Night Live. But I cannot stand reality TV! Except for American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance, those are just entertaining."

He laughed; he was surprised. "Really? I never figured you for a comedy watcher, or an American Idol watcher for that matter."

She nodded. "Yeah. My favorite movie is Schindler's List but I was completely obsessed with The Wizard of Oz when I was little so I still have a soft spot for that."

"Okay, we're definitely watching that movie together some time."

She laughed, "Yeah, I watched it everyday for like two years."

He smiled, "You're so cute," he said quietly, almost to himself.

"My favorite book is…"

He cut her off, "Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra's Don Quixote."

She looked up at him with a big smile on her face. "How did you know?"

"You told me in Miami, when you gave it to me for my birthday."

"Reid that was three weeks ago," she said quietly.

He laughed, "I know, but I'm not going to forget something you tell me."

She sat up and kissed him again before she continued. "I love running in the morning. Robert got me into that actually. I really like going to the beach. I really enjoy swimming too; I try to swim laps in the pool at Quantico as often as I can." She looked up to see a dazed look on his face. She laughed to cover her embarrassment, "See, I'm boring you."

He smiled again, "No, you're not!" He smirked, "It's just that at the mention of you at the beach I automatically went to the image of you in a bikini."

She blushed, "Reid…"

He laughed lightly before he said, "You were talking about how you like to swim."

"Oh right, yeah well I just love sports in general. Well I did grow up with six brothers and we were lucky to have one television so they didn't let me watch much girly TV. But it grew on me and now I really enjoy it and I'm an actual sports fan. Umm…football, I'm a Giants fan, although I developed a soft spot for Indianapolis where I lived there for two years. Hockey, Rangers fan. Basketball, Knicks fan. Baseball, Mets fan but don't tell anybody this okay?" He smiled and nodded. "My favorite baseball player of all time is Cal Ripken Jr. but I won't actually tell anyone that cuz he was an Oriole. But the two biggest sports in my house were tennis and soccer."

He laughed, "Really?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. Well every year since Robert was 16 we've gone to the U.S. Open together in New York. Ya know since we've all gotten older and gotten jobs we've been able to buy our own tickets and all go together but when we were younger where we didn't have that much money, we put all of our money together, bought two sets of tickets for the whole tournament, and took turns going to see the matches."

Reid smiled brightly as he ran his hand through her long, dark hair. "It's so cool that you guys looked after each other so much."

"Yeah well, it is New York City and thousands of people walk in and out of Flushing Meadows everyday during the Open so Robert, especially, really didn't want any of us going alone. And we just always went and got the draw schedule a couple of days before and fought over who we wanted to see. My favorite growing up was Chris Evert, I thought she was unbelievable, and my brothers were nice enough to let me see her most of the time."

She paused to collect her thoughts before she started talking about soccer. "And well soccer is such a huge Latino sport…"

"Soccer, more commonly known as football, is the most popular sport in the world."

She looked up at him. "I knew you were gonna say that." He blushed and she sat up again to kiss him. "No, its okay, you know that I love your random facts. Feel free to chime in anytime."

She lay back down on his thighs as she resumed her story. "But yeah, soccer is like the greatest sport ever," she paused and looked up at him and he laughed at her before she started again. "I have two different soccer jerseys and everything." She saw the expression on his face. "No, it's true; my brothers didn't exactly know what to buy a teenage girl so they got me guy stuff. Just from my brothers' Christmas and birthday gifts I have a Manchester United jersey, a Spanish national team jersey, a Mets jersey, and a Giants sweater and they got me all of my tennis equipment."

"Did you play sports when you were younger?" He asked interested.

"Yeah, I competed in inner-city diving through junior high and some of high school, soccer through junior high, and I was on my high school's tennis team, and I played everything else with my brothers for fun."

He smirked, "Were you any good?"

She laughed, "I won a couple of trophies in my day, yeah. Actually I was on the 1993 New York State Championship Varsity Tennis Team." He raised an eyebrow and she punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up! I'm not lying! And we got to the playoffs in 1994 but I tore ligaments in my knee, couldn't play anymore, and we lost."

He frowned sadly. "Aww, which knee?"

"My left."

He gently rubbed her left knee with his hand as he asked, "Did it hurt?"

She shivered at his touch. "Yeah, but after that I stopped playing competitively and it hasn't really bothered me since."

"Have you had any other injuries?" He asked concerned

She reached up and placed her hand on the side of his face, slowly brushing her thumb softly across his cheek. "Why?"

He took her hand and entwined her fingers with his. He kissed her hand before he said, "Because the thought of you being hurt bothers me and I want to know about it so I can make you feel better."

She smiled. "You're so sweet." She paused briefly, "But yes, I have had other injuries. I broke my right arm when I was 14. It was kind of the same thing that happened to you when you broke your arm while we were on that case in New York except under different circumstances."

He laughed, "What do you mean?"

"Well I got pushed and I landed on my arm the wrong way, that part is the same." He nodded. "Except where you got pushed face first into a brick wall by a suspect, I was tackled by my brother in my backyard while we were playing football."

He looked at her shocked. "You're not serious?"

She laughed, "I am! Vincent tackled me and my arm was behind my back and it got caught in under me…and him…and it broke but only in one place. It was luckily a clean break, it healed pretty quickly."

He laughed at her, "My God. Anything else?"

She laughed hysterically, "Yeah."

"What?" He asked completely amazed.

"I had to get stitches when I was six." His mouth widened in shock and she began to laugh again. "Andrew and Ben were fighting in my room one day and I wanted them to stop so I jumped on Ben's back and I guess he sent me flying across the room because I hit the dresser and had to be brought to the emergency room. I don't really remember it but Mom says that Dad was mad enough to kill them and that they were all my slaves for two weeks."

"Where did you have to get stitches?"

"In my back."

"How many?"

"Five."

"Wow." He looked at her curiously as she sat up and began to unbutton his grey dress shirt that she was wearing. "Elle, what are you doing?"

She laughed, "I'm showing you my scar. I've never been able to see it, it's not fair." She rolled her shoulders causing the unbuttoned dress shirt to fall, revealing her bare upper back. "Mom said that it's right there on the inside of my left shoulder blade."

He leaned in closer so that he could see it. "Yeah, its right there." He ran his fingers delicately down her back before he placed gentle kisses on her scar; she shivered and arched her back as he did so.

He pulled back after a couple of seconds. He enjoyed the physical part of their relationship more than he had ever imagined he would but he loved talking to her and he was being entirely honest when he said that he wanted to know everything about her and he wasn't even close to fulfilling that goal just yet.

She buttoned her shirt back up and lay back down on his thighs. She had just repositioned herself when they both saw her large, orange, fluffy cat jump onto the bed. Elle let out a slight groan as he stepped on her stomach and curled up into a ball. She scratched his head. "Hi Sebastian," she said in a baby voice.

Reid laughed, "You can tell that that cat gets a lot of attention. How long have you had him?"

She petted her cat affectionately. "For seven years, ever since he was a little kitten who I could literally fit in the palm of my hand and," she switched to her baby voice as she scratched her cat's stomach, "now he's a big fatso." She looked up at Reid and laughed. "And well, he's a big sook because where I'm gone so often, sometimes for long periods of time, when I'm home he just follows me everywhere."

Reid tentatively patted Sebastian's head. "I don't think he likes me."

She laughed, "He's just not use to having men around."

He smiled. "Really?" That statement brought out something dark and primitive in him.

She nodded. "Yeah."

He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips before he said, "So tell me about your path to the BAU."

She laughed, "What?"

"What did you do between high school and the BAU?"

She laughed, "Well I went to university…"

He played with her hair. "Which one?"

She looked up at him and smiled. "Columbia."

He smiled. "We're both Ivy League. What did you study?"

"I got a double Masters in Psychology and Biochem."

He nodded, "Impressive."

She reached up and punched him in the shoulder. "Yeah, like I could ever impress the incredible Dr. Spencer Reid." She smirked at him as he blushed.

"So what did you do after university?"

"I got a job as a psychologist for the New York City Public School Board. I worked at Roosevelt High School in Queens, mainly dealing with, you know, your major high school problems, bullying, eating disorders, depression, attempted suicides…"

He cut her off, "Wow, that's awful."

"Yeah, it was, but I felt like I was making a difference, and really that's all I ever wanted to do." She paused to collect her thoughts before she said, "I did that for two years and then I applied to the Academy."

He laughed, "And how was your time at the Academy?"

She scoffed, "Well first of all, I was in the January to June session and the first week was frickin' freezing and we had to do our first fitness test, and ya know they're all outside, and we all thought that we were going to get hypothermia."

"How did you do?" He asked intrigued.

She laughed, "Well."

He smiled. "How well? What was your score?"

She smirked, "36."

His eyes widened, as the highest score you can receive on the FBI Fitness Test is 40. "You're lying again!" He teased.

"I am not!"

He leaned down and kissed her. "I'm only joking. I believe you," he said quietly. "How were you in the classroom because I already know that you're a good shot so I don't even have to ask how you did on your firearms qualification."

She smiled at him. "Well." She paused before she smirked and asked, "You aced everything, didn't you?"

He shrugged. "Yeah but I failed my fitness test the first week, and struggled with hand to hand combat and my firearms qualification." He blushed, "Well, I still do."

She smiled. "Its okay, I'll help you next time."

He leaned down and kissed her. "So your first field office?"

"Indianapolis for two years, I was a junior agent in the Violent Crimes Unit then I got transferred to the VCU in Seattle and after a year I was promoted to Supervisory Special Agent of the VCU and then after another year I was SSA in charge of the field office and now here I am. And it was my first two years in Indianapolis that I worked in sex crimes so by the time I applied to the BAU, I was considered a specialist."

"Do you like the BAU?" He asked curiously.

She looked up at him seriously. "Yeah," she paused, "I mean…this is what I've always wanted to do and it does take its toll on you physically, emotionally, and psychologically but I haven't regretted it…not yet anyways. Have you ever experienced a greater feeling than when we solve a case and save someone's life?"

He shook his head. "No," he replied quietly.

She smiled, "And the people I work with are amazing." He smiled back at her. "Well, when you work with people who are thought of as the best in the world at what they do it's a great atmosphere and a great think tank." She laughed, "I remember hearing praise about Gideon when I was at the Academy."

He laughed, "So you don't mind being one of only two female profilers?"

She shook her head. "No, not at all. And well, I have Garcia and JJ if I want female companionship."

"You and Morgan are pretty close huh?" He asked randomly.

"Yeah," she paused and looked up at him, "you know that he and I went to the Academy together, right?"

His eyes widened and he looked at her shocked. "No!"

She laughed, "Yeah we did, we were in the same class. I've known Derek since January 2001."

He laughed, "Wow, I had no idea." His expression changed. "You guys haven't slept together, have you?" He asked boldly.

"What?" She asked stunned.

He became flustered. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that, and if you did it doesn't bother me, I mean its Morgan."

She laughed, "No, we've never slept together. He's like my brother." She laughed again, "Sometimes he can be a smooth talker and he is a very handsome guy but when he hit on me I laughed and then a couple of days later we were paired together for hand to hand so we just kicked the shit out of each other and then we became friends."

"He hit on you?" Reid asked, involuntarily feeling a pang of jealously.

Elle laughed again, "Yeah, at the mixer the Saturday before our first week. He came up to me and fed me some lame pickup line and I laughed and walked away." He laughed and gently ran his hand through her hair. "This is nice," she said quietly. "Am I boring you yet?"

He laughed, "No, quite the opposite really."

She smiled. "Well is there anything else that you want to know?"

He collected his thoughts. "Who knows about your modeling career?"

She laughed awkwardly, "Umm…well the only people I've ever told are you and a very select few that I went to high school and university with."

"You've never told your family?" He asked inquisitively.

"No, at the time I knew that my brothers would have killed me and I thought my Mom would have been disappointed in me…I dunno…I felt bad lying to them when I said that I was going to the library or over to a friend's or going to work at the restaurant I had worked at all through high school but I felt that I had to and then when I gave it up I didn't feel like I needed to tell them something that was already over." She looked up at him and laughed, "If that makes any sense?"

He smiled. "It does, and I'm happy that you trusted me enough to tell me."

She reached up and softly stroked his cheek again. "I do trust you," she said sincerely, "you are the only person outside of my family that knows what my tattoo means."

He smiled brightly. "Really?" She laughed. "Can I see it again?" He asked cutely. She smiled before she sat up, startling Sebastian, and pulled up the back of her shirt revealing her tattoo. "When did you get it?"

"I was 20; it was shortly before I started modeling actually…"

"You mean they didn't mind the fact that you had a tattoo?"

She shook her head. "Nope, they just airbrushed it in pictures anyway." She felt him trace her tattoo with his fingers before she fell back down on his thighs.

"I like tattoos that actually mean something to a person, it's just unnecessary to cover yourself in permanent ink if it doesn't mean anything."

She smiled. "I guess I got mine to start a new chapter in my life."

He smirked before he leaned down and whispered, "And besides, yours is sexy."

She laughed, "Dr. Spencer Reid, did you just use the word sexy?" She teased.

He laughed, "What? I've used it before!"

She continued to laugh, "You are getting more comfortable around me." He looked at her curiously and she laughed again. "I dunno, you're different when it's just the two of us, you're bolder and…" she smirked, "…naughtier."

He smirked back at her as he kissed her passionately on the lips. He pulled back so he could say, "So tell me about your family."

"You already know about my family."

"Well you've told me your brothers' names and I've met Robert, Anthony, Vincent, and your Mom, but tell me about them."

She looked up at him hesitantly. "Reid, I could be rambling about my family for hours, are you sure?"

He smiled, "Yes, I want to know everything about you, remember?"

She giggled and pulled him down to kiss her before she started. "Well you've met Robert, he's the oldest. When Dad died he was only 12 but he still felt like he had to be the 'man of the house' so he's really protective over all of us. He's such a hard worker; he worked all through high school and all through college. He's wanted to be a NYPD officer ever since he was a little boy because Dad was one. As you know, he's a homicide detective now and we're all so proud of him. His wife's name is Lisa, and they've been married for almost five years now. I think that they're planning on having a baby soon."

"Then there are the twins, Andrew and Benjamin." She laughed, "Andy is four minutes older than Ben. They're kind of a classic example of identical twins that have completely different personalities. Ben is quiet and when he was younger he was really shy. He was always really focused on his school work, while Andy is a lot more out going and a people person. Ben would stay home and read a book while Andy would go out partying. But they've changed a lot since then. Ben has come out of his shell since university and now he is a high school history teacher and he lives in Boston. He and his girlfriend, Vanessa, have been going out for seven years, while Andy decided that he wanted to settle down and join the United States Army." She paused and took a deep breath, "He was over in the Middle East for almost 18 months but now he's back here and he's stationed in Fort Stewart in Hinesville, Georgia." She laughed and looked up at Reid. "Andy has an American flag with a bald eagle flying across it tattooed on his chest."

"And you've also met Anthony. Mom says that his personality is a lot like Dad's, he's very honest, trustworthy, and laid back but he's hardworking and protective. He's a surgeon. Well, he's doing his residency at St. Luke's right now, and I think he just decided that he's going to specialize in neurosurgery." She laughed lightly, "Anthony definitely got the brains of the family. He received a full academic scholarship to Yale."

Reid chuckled and spoke sarcastically, "Yes because the BAU's sex crimes expert isn't very intelligent at all."

She smiled brightly at him before she continued. "And you've also met Vincent. Anthony has my sense of humor but Vincent and I are definitely the most alike. We have the same skeptical, sarcastic, and quick tempered personality." She laughed, "Some people even say that we kinda look alike." She laughed again before saying, "And we're not even a year apart so growing up we were really close, so he's by far the most protective over me. Vincent was a really good hockey player when he was in high school. He received a scholarship to play for Michigan State and the scouts said that he was NHL bound but he blew out his knee in his third year and now he coaches NYU's boys' hockey team."

"And then Rafael is the little baby. He went to Columbia, just like me, and graduated last year. Him and a bunch of his friends decided that after graduation they wanted to backpack through Europe so that's where he's been for the last three months. He has an engineering degree but now he wants to go back in the fall and do a behavioral science degree, he kinda wants to do what I do," she said uncertainly.

"Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah he talked to me about it and I told him that if he wants to do it he has to be completely committed. I've told him what affects this job can have on you as a person and that it really does take its toll and you need a thick skin and it especially doesn't leave room for much of a social life, which he seems to enjoy, he loves to party and he has a different girlfriend every week." She rolled her eyes. "But it seems like that's what he really wants to do. It just worries me because he's my baby brother and I know what this entire job's about and I don't wanna see him hurt or changed by it, cuz this job can do that to you. Rafa is the…I guess…rebellious one in the family, like he's so full of fun and energy, well that could also be because he's 23 but he's always done what he's wanted to do, no second guessing himself, and I really admire that."

"Did you guys speak Spanish in the house growing up?" He asked randomly.

She nodded. "Yup, frequently actually," she giggled. "Well, unless we didn't want Mom to know what we were saying then we'd speak something else."

His eyes widened. "What?"

She laughed, "Well, since Mom taught us all how to speak Spanish when we were young, by the time we got in middle school we were all very fluent so we all took French instead."

He laughed, "So all six of you are fluent in three languages?"

She laughed, "Four actually."

"WHAT?"

She laughed even harder. "Yeah, Grandmother Greenaway was Italian soo…"

He laughed lightly, "Accents and everything?"

She laughed and nodded, "Yeah, pretty much."

He looked at her amazed. "That's insane! Your mother did a great job raising you guys."

She smiled. "Yeah she did, well my mother is just the strongest woman in the world. She worked two jobs, a receptionist at an advertising agency in the day and a waitress in the night, to give the six of us the best life that she could. When Dad died, Robert was 12 and Rafa was only four months old, so she basically raised the six of us on her own, kept us clean, healthy, safe, in school, and out of trouble, which isn't exactly the easiest thing to do in Eastern Brooklyn. I guess growing up was difficult because we didn't have that much money and, well, you've seen our house. It's small, only has three bedrooms. I got my own room because I'm the only girl but the boys had to share two rooms between them, so three to a room, and Mom slept on the couch. She tried her best to be there for us but she had to take time off from her receptionist job after Dad died because she had to take care of Rafa until she felt safe enough to put him in day care. When he got old enough, and she got back to work, she was gone nine o'clock in the morning. She'd be back to cook us dinner but then she'd leave again at seven and wouldn't get home until 12. She was always exhausted but she never showed it. I didn't notice it until I was a teenager. With Mom working all the time we tried to take care of each other as best as we could, that's probably why we're so close."

She smiled sadly, "She hates Robert's career choice, Andrew's career choice, and my career choice, and she hates that Rafa wants to be FBI too. She spends more time than she should worrying about us, but she can't help it. We're willing to admit that our jobs are dangerous but it just makes it worse for Mom when her husband was a cop who she lost on the job."

"Now that we're all older and we can actually put in perspective what Mom had to go through, I think that we…well I know that I do…respect and love her a lot more. I try to call her everyday and I try to get home as often as I can." She smiled. "Mom loves Broadway so anytime I'm home for a couple of days I buy tickets for us to go to a Broadway show; we've seen Rent, Hairspray, and We Will Rock You…"

She stopped as she wiped away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. Reid smiled sadly as he kissed her on the cheek. "It's okay." He had never seen Elle cry before and he had a feeling that it was a rare occurrence.

She laughed lightly, "I'm sorry." She sat up and moved so that she was sitting next to him. She had to briefly shift a sleeping Sebastian but she placed him in her lap once she was settled. She smiled as Reid wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and she leaned back on his torso. "This is nice," she said softly.

He kissed her gently on the cheek again. "I wish I had known you when you were younger." She turned her neck to face him. "No, I take that back because then you would have seen the freaky, genius boy who everybody kicked the crap out of."

She smiled sadly, "Reid…"

He cut her off, "No, I wish that I told you how I felt about you earlier. Then I would already know all of these wonderful things about you." He paused and took a deep breath before he got the courage to say, "I've never felt this way about somebody before."

She kissed him sweetly on the lips before she picked up Sebastian and walked towards her bedroom door. She put him gently down on the floor of her hallway and watched him scuttle off before she closed and locked her door.

Reid looked at her curiously as she slowly crawled up the bed and started to kiss up his bare chest. "Elle what…?"

She cut him off with a kiss. "Shhh Dr. Reid," she smirked at him before she kissed him hungrily.

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