"I'm going to kill Hotch," Bonnie growled as she threw her go-bag to the floor. She was already annoyed enough by the day's events but seeing the room made up for two lovers was enough to push her over the edge. Seconds ago she could feel her irritation fading, only to have it flare up once again as soon as she saw the room they were given. If this was some kind of joke, it wasn't funny. She paced around the room in frustration, roughly kicking her heels off without much care about where they landed.

"You're overreacting," Spencer commented with a hint of annoyance as he dodged her flying shoe and set his own things down. He kicked his own shoes off and sat on the bed, clearing some of the rose petals. The entire situation was irritating and her attitude wasn't helping at all. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, and hoped to whatever holy being that was listening for strength to get through the night.

"No I'm not. This is bullshit and you know it," she hissed as she stood feet away from him, refusing to touch the romanticized bed. "All of this is such bullshit." He opened his eyes to see her glaring at the things around her. She blew out the candles that adorned the room with indignation, vowing to make her displeasure known to Hotch when she saw him next.

"Maybe if you're so unhappy then you should just leave," Spencer retorted as his patience with her finally broke. He had tried to remain civil but it was proving to be a challenge. She scoffed at his suggestion as she crossed her arms, a movement Spencer automatically recognized as her becoming defensive.

"Yeah, you would like that. Maybe I should just quit this fucking job," she shot back in anger. She was beginning to think that this job certainly wasn't suited for her and briefly longed to return to her previous unit. She had to admit that her previous job was lonelier but at least it wasn't filled with so much drama. She was constantly weighing the differences between the two jobs, and for some odd reason she found that if she had to choose, she would choose this one despite the various annoyances. She couldn't deny that the "odd reason" for choosing it was the man who was sitting in front of her, fuming like she had never seen before.

"Maybe you should! Go back to sleeping next to criminals," Spencer was furious at this point, his words drowned in venom. He knew that he had just crossed a line but bit his lip to stop an apology from immediately following his comment. He was angry and wanted her to feel it. His words felt like a slap in the face to her as she realized how lowly he had thought of her.

"Maybe I will. That would make it so much easier for you to keep ignoring me." Her chest was rising and falling fast as she spoke- her anger threatening to take over her entire body. She had had enough of him.

"Ignoring you? More like you ignoring me," he shot back, standing up to face her.

"Me? I did nothing!" She defended as she took a step closer. Spencer let out a sarcastic laugh, his eyes blazing as he stepped closer, his body towering over hers menacingly. Bonnie defiantly stood her ground, refusing to back down.

"Sure. I love you! I fucking love you. You found out that I did and you just ignore me the next day. That's nothing," he replied with another humorless laugh. "You're so fucking selfish. Go ahead and run away like always. That's why you have no friends." He spat at her as he got even closer, his hands raised in sheer frustration. Bonnie flinched away from him as her breath caught in her throat, fear running throughout her for a split second before she pushed it to the back of her head. Regardless of their current irritation with each other she knew Spencer would never resort to physical violence. She knew he often spoke with his hands. Her reaction had been involuntary, a conditioned stimulus from her past. Spencer caught the movement and felt his heart break slightly at being perceived as a threat, even if it was only for a brief second. He watched as she processed what he had said and internally groaned, knowing he had crossed the line again. He was beginning to hate himself for allowing such careless things to leave his mouth.

His words stung. She knew she struggled with her personal life but never had she imagined that he would use it against her. She shook her head as she took a deep breath. "You're the one who fucking ran away before I could say anything." She was in disbelief at his accusations. She couldn't believe who stood in front of her. This wasn't the sweet man she had grown to care for. In his place stood a hostile person who seemed determined to crush her to pieces. It was enough to make her want to cry but she defiantly blinked back tears. The way he was looking at her was the way people looked at enemies- with nothing but disdain.

"Maybe I am fucking selfish. So you know what? Whatever. I'm done," she said as she took a step back and raised her arms in defeat. "I'm leaving."

"What?" Now it was Spencer's turn to look at her in disbelief. He knew they were fighting but he never once expected her to actually leave. He expected her to stay and fight back. That was who she was- the woman who held her ground and burned through anyone who even attempted to disrespect her. Instead she stood there looking as if he'd just torn her heart out. He swallowed the sick feeling that rose in his stomach as he realized just how much damage his words had done, and most importantly- how fragile Bonnie was in reality. He had become so accustomed to seeing her with a brave face that he had forgotten that she was also human and therefore had her own demons.

"You win Spencer. I'm so selfish right? You would be better off with me not being here," she shook her head as she grabbed her bag, her body language reading that of someone who had no fight left in them. "Tell Hotch I'm going home. He'll have my resignation when you guys get back." She turned to leave without hesitation.

"No," Spencer yelled out as he caught her arm. She turned back furious, her eyes glossy with pain.

"What? Do you want to keep telling me about how shitty of a person I am? How I'm a bad person for caring about people who I shouldn't? How I fucking have no one because of how I am?" She was crying as she banged on his chest angrily as if trying to jab every word directly into his heart.

"Stop. Stop!" He shouted as he finally managed to pin her arms down. Tears continued to stream down her face as she stubbornly stared at the floor in a refusal to meet his gaze. He hesitantly let go of her arms and placed his hand on her cheek as he wiped away her tears. "Stop crying," he said softly as her mascara ran down her cheek. She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. Spencer felt remorse at his lack of control- wanting only for her to look at him with the brightness in her eyes that he had gotten so used to seeing.

"I'm not crying," she said as she attempted to collect herself and wiped at her face. He couldn't help but smile slightly at her reply. She was always one to deny weakness.

"No, I'm sure you're not," he agreed softly. They were both breathing heavily and Spencer reached to wrap her into his arms. She let out a sob at the gesture before wrapping her own arms around him. Spencer could feel his shirt begin to stick to his skin as she soaked it with her cries and simply placed kisses on the top of her head. He could feel his own eyes begin to sting as he thought about the cruel things he had said to her in his anger, wishing he could turn back time and take it all back.

"Hey, it's okay. We're okay," he said softly as he rubbed her back. She relaxed into him as they stood in the middle of the room. They stood in silence, both mulling in regret over what harsh things had been spoken before finally pulling away from each other. Her eyes were puffy and painted black from her makeup running. She looked every bit of a mess that he felt. He sat down on the bed and pulled her down next to him. They both sat quietly- both collecting their feelings and their thoughts.

"I'm sorry," she finally spoke. She had frustrated him just as much as he had frustrated her, and she felt a sort of disappointment in herself for allowing such a negative argument to ensue. She should have been an adult and spoken with a clear head. Instead she had allowed her emotions to run wild.

"So am I," Spencer said with a nod. "I don't know what came over me. I was just so angry. I didn't mean any of what I said." He placed his hand over hers, squeezing gently in hopes of forgiveness.

"It was all true," she replied with a sad sigh. Spencer shook his head.

"No. It wasn't. It was uncalled for," he apologized. "I...I shouldn't have expected you to love me back."

Bonnie sat silently as she watched Spencer look at the floor with disappointment written all over his face. He was upset that she didn't say she loved him too, but he knew that didn't give him the right to treat her badly. She was a person, not an object. She was allowed to say no and he wasn't allowed to be mad about it. He had been more upset with how she had handled things; ignoring him and acting so irrationally angry towards him. If she had just said no to him, he would have accepted it and tried to move on.

But Spencer didn't know that Bonnie wasn't sure what she was feeling, but she knew it wasn't a no. She cared about him more than she could admit, and deep down she knew that if she allowed her heart to decide, it would most certainly pick the man without hesitation.

"You shouldn't have ignored me this morning," she said softly, thinking back to the speech she had planned to say before her stupid pride had ruined everything.

"I didn't," Spencer replied in confusion- unsure of what she was referring to.

"Yes, you did. I greeted you when you walked in by the coffee table and you just kept going. You didn't even look at me," Bonnie explained with furrowed eyebrows as she realized he seemed genuinely confused at her accusation. Spencer froze as he tried to recall that morning and realized that he hadn't been paying attention at all.

"I honestly didn't hear you," he said with a frown. "And then when I saw you sit at your desk you ignored me...because you thought I had ignored you," he said slowly in realization. He groaned as he let his head fall into his hands, his elbows resting on his legs. He had let a misunderstanding ruin the entire day and it was all because neither one of them could get over their pride.

Bonnie's giggles surprised him as they filled the room before turning into full blown laughter. Spencer looked at her in confusion but smiled as he saw her cheerful face. Any trace of sadness or anger had disappeared as she now sat holding her stomach as it began to hurt from all of her laughter.

"We're idiots," she said as she continued laughing. Spencer chuckled at her reaction although he admitted she was right. They had allowed a small vexation to cause an unnecessary rift between them. Eventually her laughter died down and they were met with silence once again. Bonnie reached out for Spencer's hand and laced her fingers with his. The gesture left him dumbfounded as he looked up at her in questioning. She gave him a warm smile that sparked a need inside of him.

Spencer leaned into her, his eyes fluttering closed as he gently pressed his lips against hers in yearning. She froze slightly at first before her lips began to push back against his in encouragement. Her lips parted slightly, allowing him to explore her as he had dreamt of doing for so long. He found that the real thing was much more enjoyable than what his mind had come up with in his fantasies.

"I'm not good for you," she breathed as she pulled away.

"I don't care," was his reply before he kissed her again. His heart was beating out of his chest as he wrapped a hand behind her neck to prevent her from leaving. He kissed her hungrily as if she could disappear at any second.

"I'm selfish," she managed to breathe in between kisses.

"So am I." He didn't allow her to move away and to be quite honest, she had no desire to. She let herself melt into his soft lips, her own hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He smiled against her lips before reluctantly parting from her to catch his breath.

"Spencer..." Bonnie spoke softly as he pushed her hair behind her ear, stroking her face gently. "I don't-" A knock interrupted them. Spencer frowned at the interruption as Bonnie stood and looked through the peephole- opening the door when she saw JJ on the other side.

"Whoa, are you okay?" JJ asked when she saw Bonnie.

"Huh?" Bonnie asked in confusion.

"Your makeup is completely ruined," JJ explained as she pointed towards her eyes.

"Shit," Bonnie muttered before rushing into the bathroom to clean herself up. JJ walked into the room and whistled at the sight.

"Hotch really outdid himself, didn't he?" She said with a chuckle as she noticed the over the top romance factor that had been thrown into the room. Spencer nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, he really did. Did you know about this?" He asked accusingly. She shook her head with a laugh.

"No. Trust me, if I did I would have begged to be here to see your faces."

Spencer rolled his eyes at her amusement. They all loved to pull pranks on each other when they could but this was just over the top. He was surprised that this had originated from Hotch as he usually stayed out of their childish games. "What's up? Did something happen?" he asked her as he stood and straightened himself out. She hadn't explained her late visit.

"No. We called it a night. I just came to make sure you two hadn't kill each other," JJ explained as she looked around the room. Bonnie's go-bag was thrown on the floor carelessly and Spencer appeared to be exhausted. "You guys seem to still have all your fingers and toes, so I'll leave you guys then. Goodnight Reid."

"Goodnight JJ," Spencer replied with a wave. Bonnie emerged from the bathroom as JJ shut the door behind her, leaving them alone once again.

"I can't believe you kissed me when I looked like a damn panda," Bonnie commented with a face that was now free of makeup. Spencer chuckled at her comparison.

"I'd kiss you no matter what you looked like," he replied honestly. She smiled at his words before her expression fell slightly.

"We can't."

"Why not?"

"It's against the rules," she replied. The BAU had a no dating your coworkers rule, and she wasn't about to get into trouble over it. Spencer laughed at her reasoning.

"You know Rossi is the reason that rule even exists, right? They don't enforce it as long as you act professional while on the job." Bonnie still looked unsure as she fidgeted with her hands. "There's a ton of married couples in the FBI."

"I... I don't know if I'm ready," she replied honestly. She was terrified of what it meant to be in a relationship at this point in her life. The level of commitment was life changing. Spencer thought for a while, thinking about the kind of lifestyle Bonnie led. She seemed to be struggling internally and he knew what it was like to not feel ready. It was something he had felt after Maeve when Morgan tried to set him up on blind dates on various occasions.

"I'll wait for you," Spencer said softly as he gently pulled her down into his lap. She sank against him, placing a gentle kiss against his cheek. He wrapped an arm around her as he realized that he was willing to wait for her despite the constant nagging in the back of his head that he was getting older and if he wanted to settle down, now would be the time. He found that he felt more happiness here with her in his arms than he did whenever random women would flirt with him. He had declined several dates over the past months because his heart had held onto some sort of hope that the woman he had his eye on would return his affections. He held his breath now as he waited for her response that would let him know whether the past months had been in vain or not.

"Okay."

"There were candles and rose petals, Hotch. And champagne," JJ said with a laugh as she caught her superior up on the situation. He cringed at what she told him- imagining how his two agents would have reacted to such a thing.

"I didn't know they did that. I just requested the honeymoon suite. I had no idea that included that level of...romance," he replied with a small laugh. He could already hear Bonnie's reproaches that would surely be thrown at him tomorrow. "I just figured that having to share a bed would force them to speak to each other in some way."

"Well? Did it work?" Rossi asked JJ with a grin. Tara let out a chuckle as she pictured the two agents coming face to face with their sleeping arrangement. She was surprised they hadn't already been kicked out of the hotel considering Bonnie's fiery personality.

"I'm not sure. Bonnie looked like she had been crying but Spencer didn't seem to be upset anymore," she replied with a shrug. They all frowned at the thought of their friend crying. They hadn't seen her shed a tear once since she joined them. "Hopefully they sorted things out."

"I guess we just have to wait and see."

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this-perhaps a little too much. I hope you all enjoyed the fiery confrontation between these two and I hope I did it justice. I can't help but feel very excited when I write this story and I hope you all get excited to read it. Once again thank you for all of your support! And don't forget to follow/favorite/review if your little heart desires to do so.

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