Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Teen Wolf, but I would love me some Tyler Posey, Tyler Hoechlin and Dylan O'Brien. Oh yes, I would. And, I'm British, so if some of the jargon is different, I am sorry, but I have never been to America and know nothing of the speech. Also, I know next to nothing about the traditions in Japan or Ireland, but I'm going to guess. Please, don't take offence. Thank you, enjoy my story, and have a great day.

Reid POV

Charlotte arriving at the BAU was an unprecedented anomaly, which I was not prepared, mentally or physically, for. I couldn't have readied myself for the onslaught of emotions, if I didn't know they would have come about, and that was what knocked me off kilter. She sashayed in, enclosed in such a figure-hugging outfit, staring sinfully through my very being, lighting some of my more carnal desires, like a forest blaze. There was no saving me.

Then, having to watch her and Derek flirt, shamelessly, in the middle of the office? Well that must have been some kind of cruel and unusual punishment, because I felt a wrenching pull and tug at something not quite in, but around my stomach.

Why was this so hard to watch? Why couldn't I look away?

They were sitting far too close to each other to just have a platonic affiliation, and, considering they had only known each other, properly, for just over a week, back in December, there would be no reason for them to be so friendly with one another.

Unless.. They had been conversing over the last few months, without any of us noticing.

Now that I think about it, Derek has been far too chipper, as of late, and I had just whittled it down to him having gotten a raise of some kind. But no, of course it would have to have been her. They've probably already gotten together, and made it official, or whatever the equivalent to 'official' that Morgan can attest to.

Thinking about it alone literally has my blood boiling, and it made me sick to my stomach thinking of her and him, her any anyone else but me, in that kind of relationship. I wanted to be the one to make her smile like that. It was supposed to be me who held her in their arms, and made her laugh; I don't care how primitive that sounded, it was just how I felt, instinctually.

Derek had led along strings of women before her, and I couldn't let her become one of his flings. That would never happen, as long as I was around to protect her. I wouldn't interfere in their relationship if it was honest and true, I couldn't do that to either of them, but I would, if I had to. That was the promise I made for myself.

I couldn't remember the last time I felt so lost and fucking hormonal. It was beyond maddening. It reminded me of all those years I spent confused over the concept of sexuality, especially considering I was 14 years old, in college, alone and confused. The notion of sex was something that I hadn't even thought about until it was forcibly brought to light through a few of my dorm-mates. I say 'mates' when in actuality, they were nothing but overtly aggressive, angry young men who did nothing but objectify both men and women alike, and it made me very uncomfortable to be around, however I stuck through it, and now I'm the one who's on top.

Most of the time.

A fairly sharp rap on my back forced me from my reverie, and I blinked, rapidly, in an attempt to shove away the memories.

"What's up, kid?"

I turned my head, and saw that I was looking into the dark brown eyes of Derek Morgan. And by his side was the ever-so-lovely Charlotte, and I decided that this conversation was one I would prefer to skip out on.

"Nothing really, just looking over the case."

He nodded, and I noticed that Charlotte couldn't even look in my direction, let alone actually in my eyes, and I found that my chest constricted somewhat painfully. Why were they still together? What did I do to deserve this punishment?

Morgan nudged Charlotte's shoulder, and I clenched my right fist tightly, in order to quell the urge to attack the nearest moving object. The surge of jealousy inside of my heart surprised me, as did the anger I felt towards one of my closest friends.

Why were they standing so fucking close to each other? Were they trying to merge into one sentient being? A smug grin suddenly made its way onto Morgan's face and I found hat I didn't like it one bit. He asked, "Reid, this is Agent Lewis. You remember her, right?"

I nodded, and scratched the shorter-than-usual hair behind my ear - a habit that I hadn't gotten myself out of. Without realising what I was doing, I had raised my hand out, ready for her to shake; something that was completely out of my character, considering I loathed contact, especially from people that I didn't really know, and I was more than a little bit surprised that her much smaller, softer and daintier hand wrapped around my own, and she gave a shy and gentle shake of her own in return. I felt Morgan's stare sear into my skin, and I couldn't help but shiver at the abrupt intensity.

"It's nice to meet you again, Doctor Reid."

I shook my head, immediately, and I corrected, "Spencer, please."

She nodded, her eyes wide and a polite, yet slightly uncomfortable smile gracing her features, clearly far too endearing to be legal. I realised that we were still holding each others hands, and Morgan was smirking in a way that told me more than words ever could. He was rubbing it in my face, wasn't he? I breathed a small sigh of annoyance, and I released her hand, begrudgingly yet as gently as I could.

Morgan chuckled into his fist, and sent me a quizzical stare - of which I chose to ignore. The awkwardness that settled upon the three of us was almost suffocating, and I felt the telltale signs of a lie bubbling on the tip of my tongue, just so I would be able to worm my way out of it. Thankfully, my phone began ringing inn my front pocket, and as I glanced at the caller I.D, I noted, that it said Bennington Sanatorium. It was something to do with my mother.

"I've got to go," and I lifted my phone in the air, "Nice meeting you."

And that was that. I turned and quickly bolted out of the office, into the monochrome corridor, and into the nearest elevator. I needed to leave as quickly as possible.

I hope you noticed Reid's sexual innuendo, because if you didn't, then I might as well punch myself right now. Have a great day, lovelies!