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It seemed off to him

Ellie's house was lit with the early morning sun, the orange light illuminating every possible surface. Dexter, who now normally greeted him with several kisses, was nowhere to be found. Scanning the room, he couldn't see her, until he deduced that she was most likely in the kitchen (due to the delicious smell wafting through the home). The closer he got, the more he smelt her sugar cookies baking wonderfully in the oven, causing the good doctor to be drawn to the brightly lit room. While he felt, for some reason, excited to see Elena, he knew it didn't make sense. He was just given the case on the murdered children. He should be on the plane, headed to Denver before the morning came. He shouldn't have been in Ellie's home, walking into her-

Oh.

All he saw was legs. Legs that were swinging in the air, legs that belonged to the person sitting on the counter, legs that were bare, causing Spencer's face to heat up. Ellie was half-naked in front of him, the only thing covering her body was one of Spencer's dress shirts (he tried desperately to not look down the front of the unbuttoned shirt). There was a whisk in her hands, slowly turning the icing in the bowl. Her hair was in a disarray, falling down in waves of brown and pink around her face. He met her eyes, the brown holding mischief as she stared at him, a sly smile on her face.

"What…" Spencer tried to get a grip on reality. "What are you doing?"

"Baking," she said in a sultry voice. "I thought that was obvious."

He walked into the kitchen, being pulled closer towards Elena. "I, uh, was wondering where your pants were."

Her giggle was electric, causing a current to pulse through Spencer. It travelled through his body, oddly ending around his pelvic bone, causing his… friend to throb. Although he knew what was happening to him, the arousal he felt was new, fresh, unlike anything he had come across. He realized it was because Ellie making him feel as such, which intensified every nerve. He was slowly feeling strongly attracted to her with every second he spent with Elena. Rationally, he knew it was the chemistry between them causing a deep attraction to one another. But he also could feel himself have this primal need to gratify his desires.

She leaned forward, grabbing onto his tie to drag him between her legs.

"I don't need pants for what I have in mind."

"Oh," was the only logical word that summed up what was going through Spencer's mind. He wouldn't admit it, but he liked Elena like this. Forward, assertive, playful; Elena wanted him in a way he never thought she would, but here she was, desperately pushing herself against him, wrapping her legs around him, wanting to be as close as possible to him.

She tugged harder on his tie, making her lips meet his. She moulded herself against him, her arms and legs trapping Spencer. Her tongue stroked against his, Elena becoming relentless in her attempt to persuade him to escalate… things.

"Elena," he struggled to get out, taking a breath when she pulled away.

"Why are we talking?" She asked between kisses. "We always talk and I want us not to talk."

She ran her hands down the front of his torso, her nails leaving marks on Spencer's body. "I want to feel you, Spencer, in every way imaginable. Please don't deprive me of that."

He had no intention of stopping whatever Elena had in mind (he was rather a willing participant). Spencer obliged to her demands, pressing himself closer to her body. He felt bits of her hot skin against his every time their shirts shifted open. He craved more of Ellie with every touch, every breath, every second he could kiss her lips or skin or every other part of her he could get his mouth on. Spencer, being brave, reached out to the shirt Elena was wearing, and proceeded to pull apart each button one by one. Trying not to think of how undressing Elena was the equivalent of unwrapping a Christmas present, his fingers worked fast, Spencer being eagerly excited.

"Reid." He heard Elena say.

He stopped his hands.

"Reid."

She never called him Reid.

"Reid."

Spencer heard it again. Only this time, it didn't sound like Elena.

It sounded a lot like Morgan.

Allowing his brain to play catch-up as he opened his eyes, Spencer woke up from his nap. He realized he had fallen asleep after debriefing on the jet. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to rid the drowsiness riddling his mind. Kate, JJ, and Rossi were watching him with amused smiles as Derek stood in front of him, arms crossed, with a smug grin etched in his features.

"Good dream?" Kate asked from her spot.

Spencer stood, slinking past Morgan to grab a cup of coffee.

"It wasn't that long of a nap."

"Avoidance." JJ announced. "So it was a good dream."

"Any costumes or other paraphernalia making an appearance?" Dave chided in.

Reid chose to ignore his team, prompting each one of them to heckle him. He could feel his ears heating up very quickly with each teasing word.

JJ. "Deviating eye-contact."

Kate. "Flushed face."

Dave. "Definitely perspiring."

"And not one statistic about dreams." Morgan said, sitting on the table.

The doctor turned to the rest of the group.

"It's quite difficult to get a concrete statistic over the general population's subconsciousness due to varying factors such as nasal blockage, alcohol intake, and the actual state before entering slumber, whether they be over-tired or under-tired. Also, dream reports vary from person to person due to the discrepancies of length, or it could be something else entirely, such as people in the same social circle that have similar social interactions will most likely have parallel dreams, give or take a few minute details to alter the numbers. So, realistically, dream statistics are too broad to specify to one individual or group."

The team groaned in response.

"You had to open your mouth." Rossi muttered towards Derek.

Morgan shrugged. "Misread a call."

"More like fumbled the ball." JJ muttered, looking back at the case.

"How much longer do we have?" Reid asked, strategically sitting on the opposite side of everyone.

"An hour and a half." Kate said, nodding to the door. "Hotch is speaking to the pilot to see if we can get there faster."

He was taken away from the playful banter and light mood when he remembered the case. Six children were dead; two killed in New Mexico, one in Arizona, and the rest were in Colorado. It took Penelope a while to connect the cases (by now, Garcia thought she was quicker at finding cases that crossed state lines, but unfortunately she was only able to shed seven seconds), but once she realized six precious angels were sent to the afterlife too early, the team quickly met at the round table before they packed up and headed to the jet.

They spoke about the case for a while, with everyone carrying a grim tone. The team rarely had cases regarding murdered children, and yet here they were, six children, all tortured before being brutally murdered. Not one child was murdered the same as another, but they all carried a signature: a small, new toy was left behind with the body (whether it was a truck, or a doll, or a set of blocks). What was worse, the children's bodies were found back into their bedrooms. After finding the unsub to be a submissive man that gained power through the torture of those that have no power, Reid was grateful that the children were not sexually abused. Yet he was still enraged that a grown man would seek control from a child. His anger swirled through his thoughts, tainting his mood greatly after having such a lovely moment with Ellie minutes prior to finding out about the case.

His thoughts turned to his Professor, remembering how horrified she looked after JJ told her of the case. If anyone loved children more than he did, it was Elena (the smile he saw when she played airplanes with Jack would be his favourite grin on her). While it wasn't her case, she had asked to listen in on the debrief, and find out everything she could on the unsub. He never saw her with such fierce determination on her face as she listened by the door, not interrupting in the slightest. Ellie didn't say a word as they got ready to leave, Spencer having his go-bags in his hands.

Before he could make it to the elevator, she grabbed him by his tie, pulling Reid down to her level so that she could kiss him. Elena grasped onto his face with both hands, kissing him passionately in the empty bullpen. She poured her emotions into that kiss, knowing she needed to show her love to him. Spencer dropped his bags in order to wrap his little finger around hers, causing Elena to break away from him. The look in her eyes gave him all the strength he needed to go through with the case.

I suppose the passion carried into my subconscious.

He hated these types of days. The days where he finally had a peaceful moment with Elena, where he could hold her hand and kiss her and be with her, ended with horror and murder, causing him to be whisked away from his home- his Professor. It was days like these that he didn't like his job. Yes, he was helping people, and yes, he was putting the bad guys away, but at what cost?

Elena was always understanding about his cases, and for some odd reason, he didn't want her to be. He wanted her to be angry at him for always being away, to yell at him for missing a holiday, or an important event… But Elena wasn't like that. She knew the high demand his job had, and she took it with grace. She put on a brave face for him, even though he knew she was hurting just as much as he was. She just accepted it, and Spencer thought it would be easier on both of them if she was upset by it.

To top it off, Spencer knew he was sexually frustrated, which didn't help his already agitated mood.

"The sooner we find this guy, the better." JJ said, earning nods from her colleagues.

Reid sat back in his seat, closing his eyes.

The sooner I get back to Ellie will also be better.

[ + ]

"Rise and shine- oh, you're awake."

Lou looked up from her spot on Garcia's couch as Penelope walked into her kitchen, intending to grab a cup of freshly brewed coffee. The professor had her legs curled in front of her, a book sitting on her thighs as she carried a tired and frustrated look on her face. She threw the book to the other side of the couch in distain, realizing it was the eighth time she read Garcia's copy of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in one sitting. After the entire team made their way to Denver, Penelope found Lucy sitting at Reid's empty desk, a very troubled look on the professor's face. Although Lou would deny it, Penelope saw her friend shed a tear or two.

Because Garcia was… Garcia, she asked Lou if she was interested in a sleepover. Knowing she could never say no to the technical analyst, Lou grabbed her belongings, bringing them to Penelope's home for the night, where she had not gone to bed. Her mind was on high alert, not being able to shut out the six little children that lost their lives too soon. There was frustration within her, and Lou assumed it was from not being able to help the team out with the case. She knew of all the victims and how they died (nine-year-old Edward Kloss drowned, seven-year-old Jennie Blaine was electrocuted, and- …Lou couldn't bear to think of the rest). That knowledge increased the churning feeling within her stomach, which was one of the causes of why sleep eluded her.

She knew she shouldn't have listened in on the case. JJ gave her a warning look, which the professor ignored out of determination as she followed the profilers. Lou felt as if she owed the children to not forget them, to see to it that their killer was put behind bars. Rationally, there was no way for her to help, but she took comfort in the fact the team put the case in full focus. Her pride had gotten in the way before she could offer her assistance. It was only due to the fact Lou didn't want to be attached to Spencer's side 24/7. Although she wanted to be with him every second of the day, she knew he had to do a job, and her anxious, overthinking nature caused her to not speak up as Spencer and the team left without her.

Lou was regretting not consulting on the case immensely, considering Spencer had told her how he felt about her minutes before he left. It made it that much harder to not work with him side-by-side.

"Didn't sleep," she mumbled, getting off of the couch to meet Penny in the kitchen. She grabbed a mug, pouring her drink before taking large gulps of coffee.

Her friend gave Lou a pitied look. "Lou, you know better."

"I can't help it." She shrugged. "It's the case, and Noah, and… And I really thought I'd at least have another night with Spencer before he left."

"I know." Penelope said soothingly. "But they have their job to do."

Lou scratched her tired eyes. "What if he's gone for more than a day or two? I understand the severity of the case, and I know that the team should take as much time as needed, and-"

"And," Garcia cut her off, "if anyone's going to solve this case fast enough, it's going to be our super team, is it not?"

"I guess."

Penny put her cup of Joe on the counter, staring at Lou intently with curious eyes. She could see that the professor was missing her doctor, but she hadn't known the full extent of it until she noticed the faint glow on Lou, as well as the frustration steaming off of her. Penelope looked closer, realizing Lou's tapping finger did not carry her typical one, two, three pattern, but rather her index finger was itching her thumb in agitation. Lou wasn't just upset, she was frustrated that she didn't get to have one more night with Spencer.

Garcia's lightbulb over her head shined brightly.

"I didn't think this could happen to you, but then again, you are human."

Lou looked at her, confused. "You didn't think what could happen?"

Penelope looked at her with a serious expression, struggling to hide her smile.

"You're horny."

The professor placed the cup on the counter before it slipped out of her hand.

"Beg your pardon?!"

"…You're jonesing for the bonesin'?"

"Penelope!" Lou was turning bright red, from the tip of her nose to the curve of her ears. "I… I'm… n-not… ar-aroused."

"Uh-huh." Garcia didn't believe a word she said. "See, here's the thing. I know you and Spencer have a deep connection, so much so that no one on this Earth could comprehend unless it's either you or him, so of course you're going to want to have more intimate connection with him, and as awkward as this is to think about, Spencer needs some action, and so do you."

"Er…" Lou picked at her fingers.

Penny's eyebrows furrowed, staring at her friend.

"You have been getting a lil' somethin' somethin', right?"

"Well," Lou delayed her sentence. "Spencer and I are not at that stage yet."

Garcia scoffed. "Clearly you're at that stage."

"Oh Jesus. Please give this a rest, Penny."

"When was the last time you…?"

Lou exhaled harshly, "Oh God."

"I mean, you don't have to tell me; everyone is entitled to their privacy." Penelope tried to be nonchalant, but failed. "But I am also entitled to my own opinion, and most of the time my opinion is right-"

"Seven years." She burst out towards Penelope. "Seven years, two months and twenty one days."

Garcia's open mouth turned into a shocked grin.

"Oh yeah. You need to get laid, Lucy Lou."

"It'll happen." Lou reasoned. "I'm not going to force anything. But I have been aware of how…"

Penelope caught Lou's blush. "How what?"

The professor cleared her throat. "How… fervent Spencer and I have been kissing."

Garcia snorted. "Fervent?"

"It was the most appropriate word for the situation."

"So zealous, enthusiastic, passionate… those words lost their appeal?"

"I was hoping for a more formal term," Lou mumbled.

The technical analyst gave her friend a look, clearly not believing Lou. "If you're thinking of your sex life in a formal way, then-"

"I'm not listening to this." She said, practically running away from Penelope. Lou had her eye on the washroom as an escape.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Lucy!" Garcia shouted. "Biology is completely natural."

"I'm not afraid, nor am I withholding anything." Lou grabbed a fresh bundle of clothes. "There's a difference being a prude and being private."

"Which one are you at the moment?" Penelope smiled teasingly.

"You're egging me on."

"Is it working?"

Lou chose to only smile at Penelope, heading into the restroom.

"Possibly."

"Good. Use that rage to fuel your sex drive."

"…Are you and Caroline planning something against me?"

"Nothing that you can prove."

Garcia listened to Lou walk into the wall by accident, missing the entrance of the bathroom due to her lack of concentration.

"That's it! I'm forbidding you from hanging out with Caroline ever again!"

The technical analyst held her cup close to her mouth with both hands, before mumbling to herself.

"Good thing I didn't tell Lou about lunch today."

[ + ]

"What do we got?"

"Not much," Rossi said as Hotch joined the group. "There were a few fingerprints on the last toy left behind, but there's no record of the person belonging to those fingerprints."

"Or he just hasn't been caught." Morgan added as the team sat around a large square table. Kate and Reid were interviewing the latest victim's family. Leonard Tevant, or Len as his mother referred to him, was a carefree eight year old who loved soccer, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and his cat Pixie. His body was found in his bedroom after he was missing for two days, suffering from several stab wounds to his torso. What had boggled police, and the BAU team, was how the unsub was able to bring the body back into the home without the parents, neighbours, officers, or random people on the street seeing any suspect within a short frame of time. They hated to admit it, but the unsub the team was dealing with was very skilled in the art of kidnapping.

"He left behind a truck." JJ said, flipping through the crime scene photos. "Didn't his mother say Leonard didn't have a care for cars?"

"Often had a soccer ball in his hand." Hotch confirmed. "The unsub is picking toys at random, not one that fits with the child's personality."

Rossi added. "You'd think for the amount of meticulous planning the unsub has when abducting these children, he'd have an idea of how these children are."

"He's disassociated the children from actual beings." Morgan theorized. "Dehumanizing them to what exactly?"

JJ placed the pict ures down. "An entity. They mean something to him, but not in the way we generally think."

"Something he despises, perhaps?" Morgan asked.

Hotch closed the case files in front of him. "What are the main thing children represent?"

"Youth, the future." Rossi began to list.

JJ laughed without humor, realizing the unsub's motive. "Innocence," she said. "The unsub is trying to corrupt innocence."

"Yet still feels guilt afterwards." Morgan added. "Which is why he leaves the toys."

"Not necessarily," Rossi said. "This unsub is clearly boasting with every death. 'Look at me, I can take your children from under your nose and bring them back the same way, only dead'. Seems to me he leaves the toys behind as a way for the families to never forget his actions."

Derek shook his head. "You have to be a certain type of twisted to methodically plan a child's death."

"When are they not?" JJ asked, knowing the answer.

Detective Jayce, the lead on the case, walked into the room with persistency.

"We got a lead," she said, holding a case out to the group, before placing it on the table.

"An eyewitness states that a tall, white man was carrying a large bag over his shoulder the same night Marsha Quincy was discovered in her room."

"Do we have an address?" Hotch asked.

"One of your agents, a Kevin Lynch, sent us the information."

"Let's move."

[ + ]

Denver had its charms.

He could catch a glimpse of the mountains every once in the while if he concentrated hard enough. Reid's mind was plagued, and he was attempting to distract himself any way possible: with the case, with the scenery, with small conversations with Kate. He struggled to find any possible outlet for his frustration, which resulted in finding fascination with the scenery. Kate was a grateful companion, as she hadn't mentioned anything about his shifted mood throughout the entire day. They were driving back from the Tevant home, where Spencer struggled to not personalize himself with the case.

Spencer knew he couldn't be as professional as he used to because of Ellie. Not that she was personally influencing him to care more (if that were possible); he was aware of the pain of losing someone that meant more than the world to that person. Maeve gave him a taste of that understanding, but Elena had expanded that worry, flourishing it in such a way it was beautifully chaotic. To love someone immensely, and have them no longer was a brutal, raw pain, and Spencer didn't want to feel the hole in his heart grow further. He empathized with the family, not stopping himself when he listened to Siobhan Tevant as she cried over the loss of her son. Elena was the reason he was so emotionally invested, because she showed him (not actually, he learned by witnessing) the importance of caring for everyone around him. People had to look out for other people, plain and simple.

"I'm starting to recognize that face."

He turned to Kate, who was watching the road in front of her as she spoke. "It's when you're digging through your mountains of thoughts. Something specific on your mind?"

"Elena," he said instinctively, which he regretted immediately.

She smiled, her teeth peeking through. "Not surprising."

Reid tried to recover. "I'm just… afraid of losing her."

Kate understood the thoughts Spencer had, changing from her playful banter to a serious tone. He was flashing back to his previous relationship, and how it ended.

"Don't be."

"I'm trying."

"It's your mind working in overdrive." Kate said, trying to comfort him. "You've seen what disturbed people are capable of, Reid. You can't let those thoughts consume you, otherwise you're living in fear."

She chuckled. "Plus, if anyone is capable of taking care of herself-"

"It's definitely Elena." Spencer nodded. "But… what if there's a case where an unsub gets too close, and she's helping on the case, and somehow there's a slight chance that something will happen-"

"Then we'll work the case. Whatever happens, we'll work the case, like we always do." Callahan stopped the car, putting it in park. "Anything can happen, to anyone, including the team. We can't prevent what could happen, but we can prevent it happening again to another person while making sure everyone gets home safe. But living with fear every single day, over something that might not happen, is no way to live your life."

He sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I understand what you're saying."

"Do you?"

He nodded as he got out of the car, waiting until Kate walked around to his side before responding.

"I have to live my life." He told her. "Without fear."

She smiled. "Well, you'll always have fear. But you need to live your life being brave."

Being brave? Spencer could do that. He could, somehow, overcome his fears.

"And you could start being brave by having some adult fun with Lou."

Reid didn't watch where he was stepping, slipping off one of the stairs he was walking up, before catching himself on the railing.

They noticed?

"Is it obvious?"

Kate smirked, walking past Reid as she made her way into the precinct.

"You mumbled in your sleep."

[ + ]

"Eat your food, Lou. You'll need your strength for when Spencer comes back."

"Oh, shut up, Caroline."

"I'm looking out for you! My best friend is dying to get laid by her boyfriend, and won't do anything about it."

"Because I like the pace we're at."

"Well, pick your feet up."

"Lucy, she has a point."

"I hate you both."

"Aww, is Wittle Wou upset?"

"Don't start, Linnie."

Lou was sulking in her seat while Caroline and Penelope were laughing in theirs. The professor was having a marvellous day: her tea was excellent, her outfit was perfect (no accidental stains yet),and she finished two open-and-shut cases in the morning. While she was working on the third case with Barty, she looked up to the person knocking at the door. Realizing it was her best friend and Garcia, with apologetic smiles on their face, Lou almost lost it. No amount of burgers and fries would compensate for their little gang-up on the professor. She could feel the steam coming out of her ears as she quietly made her way with the two towards the kitchen area. What was worse, the dynamic and quite annoying duo would not give up teasing Lou. She thought Caroline was playing along with Penny's manner of playfulness, but the professor could easily see Linnie's appraising eyes and knowing smile. Her friend knew that she was… in heat. Caroline only added to Lou's annoyed anger.

Her best friend knew she was sexually frustrated.

And Caroline, the all-knowing master on everything to do with sex, wouldn't keep her mouth shut.

"Listen, flirt with his ass hard." Caroline pointed at Lou with a fry. "The best part of sex besides actual sex is some good fucking foreplay. Ha, ha, pun intended."

"Jesus Christ-"

"Do something seductive when he comes back. Lay on a plethora of books in something risqué, like lacy and black. No, do it naked. No. I got it! Scrap the books, leave them for another time."

"I'm afraid of what's about to come out of your mouth."

Caroline ignored her. "Be in the kitchen, making your cookies, and just be wearing one of his shirts, and only his shirt. That will drive him insane."

"I don't think Spencer would have fantasies of me baking in one of his shirts." Lou mumbled.

Linnie shrugged. "You never know what would run through a guy's mind when their brain's between their-"

"Okay," Garcia cut in. "Spencer is one of my best friends. Tone it down a bit."

"Eh. You know I'm right though." Caroline reasoned. "You do want what's best for both Lou and the Doc, right?"

"Of course, but not in such a vulgar way."

"You chose to bring her, Penelope." Lou mumbled.

"I'm going to have a talk with the good Doctor." Linnie said absentmindedly as she munched on her fries. "Lou has needs, and he must act upon those needs."

"Spencer doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want."

"Well-" Garcia started, before becoming quiet.

Lou picked up on Penny's reluctance to speak. "Let me guess, JJ or Kate or Derek said something about Spencer and obviously relayed the information back to you."

Penelope pressed her black lips together. "I really need a filter."

"Hell no you don't." Caroline eagerly leaned into the table, her elbows creating divots in the wood. "Pour some tea, Garcia. Serve us with some info."

"It's nothing… big," she was hesitant to answer. "But… Spencer might have had a… good dream."

"Oh." Caroline smiled widely.

Lou was lost in translation.

"What do you mean by 'a good dream'?'

Garcia kept herself from laughing, a large grin on her face. Lou looked from the technical analyst to her best friend. Linnie rolled her eyes before looking at Rocky.

"Spencer was dreaming of parking the limo in your garage."

Lou gasped.

"…Oh." Her face was turning red. "He… wow. Okay."

So he was thinking of her the same way she was thinking of him. How she wanted to trap him with her legs so that she could kiss him relentlessly. She wanted ripped shirts and loose buttons laying on the floor. She wanted her hands on his chest, figuring out every inch of his skin with the tips of her fingers. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to explore his body, leaving something more than fingerprints. What would his jaw feel like with her tongue? His body? His-

"Look at you!" Caroline screeched. "Fucking hell, I can practically see your scandalous thoughts."

Lou could now feel her entire body turning red from not only the embarrassment, but the underlying frustration that she was stuck with for the next couple of days. Caroline always managed to bring out the devil within Lou.

"Eat your damn chips, Caroline."

"Fries, Lou. In America, it's called fries."

"It's called 'you-better-shut-up-before-I kick-your-perverted-butt-"

"Excuse me."

The three women turned to the lone figure standing behind them. The lady, wearing a sharp black suit, had a badge clipped to her lapel. She looked to be all business, with no possible chance of play. Yet the woman was anything but dull.

Garcia's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you new to the Bureau?"

The woman gave Penelope a levelled look.

"I'm with Internal Affairs."

Lou froze. Internal Affairs was the two words that she was terrified of. Internal Affairs? Why were they at Quantico? What were they investigating? Who were they investigating? Lou knew of how many times the team was under scrutiny by almost every review board out there. Was this one of those times? Was it Hotch? Rossi? Spencer?

Garcia stood, offering her hand. "Technical Analyst-"

"Penelope Garcia, I know. I'm here because I need your help."

"Oh, how can I help you Agent…?"

"Sydney Judeau. Could I have the case on Maeve Donovan?"


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