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Time had passed rather quickly and before either of them realized, the episode was over. Alina sat back with another cup of coffee and flipped through channels absentmindedly.

"You seem lost in thought," Spencer noted when the channel stopped on wrestling for more than five seconds. She didn't seen like the type to be a fan.

"Yeah," she took another sip and resumed flipping.

"Care to share?"

She stopped flipping, looked at him and smiled, "86 percent."

"Hmm?" Spencer was confused at what she was referring to. Statistics cycled through his head quickly as he tried to think of something that was 86 percent.

"Oh nothing," she resumed flipping again but finally decided on just turning the tv off, "It's getting late isn't it."

Spencer looked outside to see it getting dark out, "I suppose." He didn't particularly want to leave. He was so comfortable on his place on the couch. Drowsiness was tugging loosely on the edges of his mind.

Alina put her coffee on the small table next to her chair and stood up. She saw Spencer's eyelids fluttering slightly and walked over to the couch. Kneeling, she smiled and said, "Now don't go falling asleep on my couch. I'm going to make dinner, would you like to stay?"

Spencer blinked his eyes quickly to wake himself up a bit and looked up at her. He didn't know how he ended up lying down on the couch, but their he was. And their she was. His eyes flicked between hers as he tried to process what she just said.

"93 percent," she sighed quietly.

He sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. He was awake now. Alina had begun to stand up and he followed suit. This weird new concoction of chemicals had somehow found its way to his brain. Suddenly, without warning, his hand shot out on its own accord and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her toward him. Their foreheads were suddenly touching and their breathing was erratic. He felt Alina's hand on the back of his head, combing through his hair.

No turning back now.

He nudged her head to the side as his lips finally found hers and the passion they didn't know they had all came bursting out at once.

All his worries and anxieties the past few days drifted away as his head tried to wrap around was exactly was happening at this point in time. He was kissing her. And she was kissing him back.

She pulled him in closer as their tongues danced in the others mouth. It wasn't forced, it wasn't too fast, it was the expression of too many emotions at the same time.

Spencer's hand had rested itself on her hip. She felt herself being pushed back onto the couch and didn't fight it. He placed one knee on the inside of the couch and suddenly he was straddling her. She sunk into the cushions as his fingers danced at her side. Her house was quiet other than the sound of their breathing.

His left hand left her hip and joined the other holding on to either side of her head. He pulled away from her. That was his limit. As far as he would let himself go.

He was suddenly ashamed of himself. He got up off of her and fixed his clothes, "I think I'll just go home. Thanks for the offer though. See you at work tomorrow."

He was out the door before Alina could even think of something to say. Her mind was reeling with what had exactly just happened. It definitely didn't seem real. She brought her fingers up to her lips and touched them gingerly. Yep. That definitely just happened.

Work was going to be awkward tomorrow.

"Did something happen between you two again?" JJ asked Alina quietly. How perceptive.

"Wha- hmm? No. Nothing," Alina immediately went back to typing on her computer. She glanced over at Spencer quickly. JJ definitely noticed.

"Really now, I'm curious," she had noticed his strange behavior all day. He was going out of his way to avoid Alina. He didn't even bother being discreet about it.

"I'm not even sure myself," she sighed. She had a long day ahead of her.

JJ had just cleaned up and gone home. It was just Alina and Reid now. Well, Hotch was probably still there, but that was currently irrelevant.

Alina gathered up her courage and sat by Reid's desk again, like she had on her first day. The chess board slamming on his desk pulled his attention. He turned in his chair and looked at Alina. His heart started racing in a mixture of fear and excitement, but he ignored it and focused on putting the chess pieces on the right squares. He was set up to be playing white.

"Tell you what..." Alina finally spoke, finishing her side of the bored, "if I win, you can tell me what the hell happened yesterday."

Spencer thought a moment. He didn't even know what the hell happened yesterday. His body had just moved of it's own accord. He didn't plan on losing however, "and if I win, you tell me what those percentages meant yesterday."

She thought critically for a moment before quietly agreeing. This was suddenly a very, very important chess match.

Every move was for a purpose. Each was well thought out, but the speed of the game went by quickly. They were fast at analyzing the others moves and acted to counter it. Alina knew she had fallen for the trap the moment she moved her queen though. An unavoidable checkmate in seven. How infuriating.

She opted to play it out however, instead of forfeiting then. It gave her time to think about what she was going to say. How she would explain what she meant. It was suddenly extremely embarrassing to her that she had even mentioned it at all, but part of her enjoyed that thrill. It was entertaining to think what he might have thought she meant.

Checkmate had come however, and she was out of time to think.

"I win," she heard, and her heartbeat started pounding in her ears.

"97 percent," she almost whispered. No retreating now. "That's how sure I am."

Spencer's brow furrowed in further confusion, "Sure of what?"

Alina fiddled with the king before responding, "...the fact that I'm beginning to like you as more than just a friend."

A strange silence sat in the air after she spoke. It wasn't awkward or tense. It was charged anticipation, as if it was just waiting for something to happen...

Muhahaha cliffhanger! You'll have to wait 'til next week to find out what happens! My 18th birthday is on Tuesday, and it would be totally awesome for people to review as my b-day present! Just saying :P Review!