A/N: Thanks to PisceanPal23, you're awesome. LOL. :) More character drama...
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters. Also, the chapter title is taken from The Strokes song "Reptilia" and I do not own that either.
Chapter 21 – The Night's Not Nearly over Yet
Seeing Emily and Ryan get so passionate made Burke pop into JJ's mind once again. She looked around and since she and Garcia were the only ones sitting in the booth, she figured this would be as good a time as any to tell her best friend about her sudden crush.
"Garcia, I have something to tell you," she started nervously.
The pleasant blonde turned towards her with a worried look. "Jayge, what is it?"
"Okay, so you know when we had to stay at Ryan's, and we were talking and Burke came in to bring us pillows?"
She nodded, "Yeah, and he was all shirtless and it was really nice."
"Yeah," she began to blush. "Well since then I've been thinking about him…a lot…in very inappropriate ways while doing very inappropriate things…"
"Jayge, are you serious?" Garcia asked excitedly.
JJ nodded shyly, "Yeah, and I'm not sure what to do."
"Do you want honest advice?"
"Yeah, of course," JJ replied quickly.
"Then I think that you should kiss him," she said honestly. "To get it out of your system," she explained after seeing the very confused expression on her friend's face. "I mean if you want to continue then you have a problem, but it may utterly repulse you."
JJ thought about it for a moment before replying. "Okay, I will, but only because this advice came from you and your advice is usually spot on."
Garcia smiled as she slid out of the booth and allowed JJ to get to her feet. She pulled her thin, black turtleneck down so that it met the waistband of her blue jeans before she manoeuvred around the dance floor and caught Burke's attention. He was dancing, very closely, with an attractive, skinny brunette and she found herself growing a little jealous. She motioned him towards her and she smiled inwardly when he walked up to her without hesitation.
"What's up?" He asked curiously.
"We ordered you a beer, but I actually have to talk to you for a second," she stated calmly, trying to disguise how uncomfortable she was.
"Okay, sure," he replied slightly puzzled as he followed her down the hallway that led to the washrooms. She was very pleased to find it empty. "So what did you want…?"
His question was cut off by the much smaller, blonde woman grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down. She pressed her lips against his and kissed him deeply. When she finally pulled back, she cocked her head to the side and looked at him briefly before turning and walking away.
He stood there in shock for what felt like hours. He ran a hand through his hair as he licked her lip gloss off of his lips. "What was that?" He asked himself quietly.
JJ made her way back to the booth and sat down next to Garcia. "So did you do it?" She asked excitedly.
"Yeah."
"And?" Her eyes widened in anticipation.
"Meh," she shrugged, "I think that I'll stick to looking and the occasional daydream."
Garcia laughed lightly before taking a sip of her drink.
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"Are you ready to leave?" Ryan asked as him and Emily sat in the booth, both of them now sipping on sodas. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders and he had her pulled close.
"Yeah, just hold on a sec, Elle and Reid are coming over. I wanna see if they're leaving."
Hotch had been the first to leave. He had explained that it was because he wasn't feeling well, but she thought otherwise. JJ and Garcia had left together shortly after. And then Morgan and Burke walked back to the hotel together, even after receiving invitations from many women.
Elle walked over to the booth with Reid in tow. The young genius was flushed with tousled hair and the top two buttons on his dress shirt were undone to reveal pale skin. Elle was far more presentable as she had played a game of cat and mouse with her boyfriend all night. "Are you guys leaving?" She asked as she felt Reid place a hand in the small of her back.
"We were discussing it," Emily answered simply.
"Well, Reid and I actually have a hotel room across town." She gave Emily a small smile as the brunette had shot her a giant smirk. Reid had arranged it so that they could have more privacy. "So can you tell everybody that we'll see them tomorrow afternoon?"
Emily continued to smirk as she nodded. "Will do."
"Okay, cya later."
"Bye," Reid added distractedly before following his girlfriend to the door.
"They're an interesting couple," Ryan chuckled.
Emily smiled. "Yeah, they're cute."
"So you ready to go?" She nodded. "How far is your hotel from here?"
"Within walking distance."
"Well then I'll walk you," he suggested sweetly.
"Okay," she nodded before getting up out of the booth.
They left the bar and took the ten minute walk to the hotel. Ryan laughed quietly as they walked down the hallway. "I think it's pretty funny that you're the last one to get in. Emily Prentiss isn't exactly a party animal."
She laughed along with him before she stopped at room 165. "Oh, this is me."
"Who are your neighbours?"
"Well, that's JJ's room," she said as she pointed to the door on his left, "and Hotch is in the other. I can't figure out how I got a room in between them," she laughed awkwardly.
"Is there something going on between you and him or am I going crazy?" He asked nervously as he put his hands in his pockets.
"Who? Me and Hotch?" He nodded. "No, he's married." Well, that hadn't mattered before, she thought briefly before mentally slapping herself. She and Hotch had talked about that. They had resolved their issues.
"Oh, okay," he replied awkwardly. "Well I should probably go, I have a ten minute walk from the bar in the other direction, so now I have a twenty minute walk and it's getting late."
"So what about our 'dancing'?" She laughed at herself for using air quotes.
"I'm still in love with you, if that's what you're asking."
She hadn't expected him to be that blunt, and it caught her by surprise. She got her room key out of her pocket, turned the key in the lock, and pushed the door open. She pulled him into her room by grabbing him by the t-shirt.
Meanwhile……
Burke tossed and turned in his bed. He sighed heavily as he lay on his back and looked up at the ceiling. He turned his head to the side and saw that his roommate's bed was empty; he guessed that Reid was not coming back tonight. He sat up in bed and looked at the clock on the bedside table; it read one fourteen in the morning. It was late but he needed to talk to her. He hopped out of bed, grabbed his room key, and shoved it into his pocket. He left his room and walked across the hallway to room 163. He knocked firmly and waited anxiously for her to answer.
JJ rolled onto her side; she could have sworn that she heard a knock on her door. She waited…there it was again. She forced herself up out of bed. She had actually been sleeping and she wondered who would be knocking on her door at almost half past one in the morning. She hoped that nothing was wrong.
She opened the door and looked curiously at her visitor. "Burke, what are you doing here?" She asked sleepily.
"Can I come in?" He asked impatiently.
"Umm…yeah I guess," she pulled the door wide open. He stepped inside, and she closed the door behind him. She looked down and blushed as the sleep wore off and she realized that she was wearing her pyjamas, a lilac tank top and white bottoms with puppies all over them. However embarrassing that fact was, she was incredibly happy that she didn't sleep naked right now.
"Why did you do that to me?" He finally spoke, "I can't stop thinking about it!"
"I'm sorry," she apologized sincerely, "I just needed to get the idea out of my head."
"And you didn't think that it would be wise to verbally present this idea to me first?" He looked incredibly attractive standing across from her. He was wearing a white wife beater and blue basketball shorts and his light brown hair was tousled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think about you, I mean, I just thought that, ya know, you're Burke so it wouldn't really bother you," she explained awkwardly.
"Huh?" He stated as he repeatedly nodded. "Okay, I get how you would see that, but you're JJ."
She looked at him in confusion; he had used her own reasoning against her. "What?"
So Reid had been right about his little crush, but right now he didn't care, and he certainly was not thinking about Reid. "You're breathtakingly gorgeous, like old-time movie star gorgeous," he smiled, "but with a girl next door personality so you're really hard to stop thinking about, especially after you've been kissed." He stepped up to her and tentatively placed a hand on the side of her face. "Can I kiss you this time?"
She glanced up at him but did not respond so he proceeded and leaned down to kiss her. When he pulled back she smiled to herself and she still had her eyes closed. "That was different then at the bar," she stated quietly.
He laughed lightly, "You caught me off guard, and I didn't have time to appropriately react. Was that more like you pictured it?"
She nodded and replied dreamily, "Uh huh."
He smiled as he grabbed the back of her thighs and hoisted her up into his arms.
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Elle giggled as she rolled off of Reid and onto the other side of the bed. They had been making out for close to a half an hour and she wasn't surprised by his patience but by his body's. "What is it?" He asked concerned as he shifted onto his side to face her.
"Nothing," she laughed, "I just needed a bit of air." She inched closer towards him and slipped a hand under the front of his shirt. "Did you have fun tonight?"
He nodded, "Yeah, I like dancing with you."
"Oh yeah?" She smirked.
He nodded again. "Although it's kind of a tease."
She smirked again, "Yes, yes it is." She leaned in and kissed him. "Why else would I want to dance?" He momentarily pouted before he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. He kissed along the neckline of her halter top and she ran her hands through his soft, brown hair. "Mmmm," she sighed contentedly. He worked his way upwards until he was kissing her neck.
"I really like that our relationship is now out in the open," he spoke against her skin.
"Me too," she agreed.
"I like telling people that we're a couple." He kissed her intensely on the mouth. "We're a couple," he declared enthusiastically.
"Yeah," she laughed. She sat up on the bed before she hopped to her feet. "I just realized that I don't have any clothes here."
He sat up and looked up at her smiling. "Who needs clothes?" As he spoke, he undid the last of the buttons on his dress shirt and slid his arms out of it.
"Who needs clothes?" She repeated with a large grin on her face.
He shrugged, "Yeah, who needs clothes?"
She sat back down on the bed and crawled up to him. "You know that we can keep this banter going forever, right?"
He nodded as his arms encircled her waist and he pulled her onto his lap. "Well, we have been making out while having a conversation for the past forty-five minutes."
"Yeah, no more talking," she smirked as she leaned forward and kissed him.
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"Emily," Ryan whispered her name in her ear. She was sleeping peacefully on her side with her back pressed against his chest. The hand that been resting on her hip was now threading through her dark locks. He wanted to watch her sleep. He loved seeing her look so content, but a part of him wanted to have her awake so that he could talk to her. The primal part of him, the one that was emphasizing the fact that they hadn't been together in a year, wanted her awake so that he could make love to her again. "Em."
She stirred and mumbled something and he smiled. Sometimes she did talk in her sleep. But from what he had read, a lot of FBI agents had the same complaint. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Beautiful, wake up."
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him curiously. "Why are you waking me?"
He laughed lightly; she was not a morning person. "Cuz I wanted to see your gorgeous eyes looking up at me."
An eyebrow rose in scepticism. "What do you want?" Ryan was sweet, but he was never that sickeningly sweet unless, of course, he wanted something.
"Nothing," he laughed, "I swear…okay well maybe something…"
She rolled over so that they were face to face. "Okay, what is it?"
"I want to marry you."
"No, you don't," she replied quickly.
"Why not?" He asked confused.
"Because I have a demanding, dangerous job, I have issues with my parents, I'm involuntarily part of the political world, I'm not religious, I drink, smoke, and swear, I can't cook, and I'm not a morning person." He laughed lightly as he gently brushed her cheek. "You want to live on your farm with two kids that you can bring to church every Sunday, a dog, and a wife who cooks and cleans, and I can't give those things to you."
He placed a hand on the side of her face and responded by kissing her intensely. "If I can't have them with you then I don't want them." He kissed her again. "I just want you. We'll resume this conversation in full later," he laughed lightly. She forgot her main argument when he climbed on top of her and began kissing down her neck.
A/N: So, there is a missing scene that accompanies this chapter that I will place in Uncut if you guys want it. So please tell me and I will post it tomorrow. I'm sure that you guys can guess what the missing scene entails (Emily/Ryan, JJ/Burke, and a jealous Hotch). So review and tell me what you think! Please! :)
Also, I've been spending a fair amount of time on the Twilight pages of fanfiction and I've noticed that they have a lot of contests and correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think that we have them over here and I think that they would be fun. :) So let me know if you're intrigued by the idea of having Criminal Minds contests and maybe we can cook up something crazy and fun. I'll also post this idea in the discussion forum. :)