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A/n this follows after "A Thousand Words..." I always imagined that Reid was supposed to go with Emily on her 'sin to win' weekend, and telling Morgan he didn't have plans was just a cover. At least in my world...

Invisible

"This is a great room," Reid said as he glanced around.

Everything was modern and clean. The living area had a large L shaped couch and a flat screen television on one wall. Double doors led to the bedroom with a huge bed elevated on a pedestal and a bathroom to the right with a Jacuzzi tub.

"I got a great deal on it after we missed out on our "Sin to Win," weekend."

"How did you do that? I'm sure the management doesn't care about reservations missed because of work."

Emily just raised an eyebrow and smirked at him.

"Oh," he said. "Garcia."

"Well, she had something to do with it. I don't know how because if I don't ask I can't be held responsible for what she may or may not have done to get us this room."

"I'm pretending to be deaf as well," Reid said.

"I think that's a great idea."

"Just as long as she doesn't know I'm here with you," he said.

She clasped his hand. "We decided to keep our relationship a secret because it benefits both of us."

"Yeah, I just thought you might have second thoughts."

"I hate lying, but its better this way. We don't have to worry about the FBI splitting us up because they think we can't be objective."

He brushed her hair back from her face and touched her cheeks. She closed her eyes and shuddered. "It is okay," he whispered. "I love you."

"You know I love you too, and I'm really looking forward to having you all to myself this weekend."

"Me too," he went to the couch and stretched out his legs. "This is an exceptionally comfortable sofa for a hotel room," he observed.

Her eyes suddenly gleamed and narrowed, "Enough about the hotel room. You said you have a surprise for me. I want to know what it is. Now!"

"I did?"

"Don't take that innocent tone with me."

"Alright, but I have to get something from my bag."

She was still in the chair when he returned. She was smirking at him so his hands began to shake a little.

"Why are you carrying a black light?"

He looked down that the object that slightly resembled a flashlight. "Well, um, I have to show you."

He put the light on the couch and pulled his vest over his head. He tossed away his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. He could feel her eyes on him and his face got very warm. "What?"

"Nothing," she said, "I like the surprise so far."

"Now who's the sex maniac," he complained.

"I can't help it. All that physical therapy did wonders for your body."

"I'm just taking off my shirt," he squeaked.

Her eyebrows went into her bangs. "We'll see," she said firmly.

He dropped his shirt and sat down. "Here," he handed her the light. "Turn it on."

"You're turning me on. I never knew you were kinky."

"Please switch on the light."

"Alright, I'll turn on the light."

She flipped the switch and aimed it where he pointed at his chest. "What's that?" She wanted to know as she leaned in close.

"It's a tattoo."

"I can see that. Why?"

"It was that invisible tattoo on Robert Burke."

"You wanted to get a tattoo because of a serial killer."

"No! When I saw he had an invisible tattoo, I started thinking about getting one."

"Why is it a surprise for me?"

He reached over and clasped her hand. "The tattoo is Yin and Yang. It's an ancient Chinese Taoist symbol. All matter and energy is represented by the entire circle. Each half of the circle represents the flow of energy, or chi, from one opposite to the other. It comes from dark and light. Summer solstice is considered the birth of the yin cycle and winter solstice is the birth of yang. It's the balance between good and evil."

"Okay, I get all that, but why not put it out there where others can see it."

"I just wanted it be for us."

"Are you saying we're like Yin and Yang," she asked.

"They say that opposites attract. You're beautiful and strong, and good. I'm just -"

"Don't say it."

"What?"

"Don't say I'm wonderful and you're not. You are kind, sweet, gentle and brilliant."

"Emily -"

She laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm willing to stipulate that we're opposites in many ways, but we're equals too."

"I chose the symbol because it reminds me of you and also the fight we fight every day with all the evil in the world. The symbol has a dot of the opposite in each half. To me, that says we all have dark and light in our souls."

"I love it," she said and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm shutting off the light so I can get a better look at it."

He watched her turn off the lights and for the first time, total darkness didn't bother him because she was in the room with him. She walked back and the black light hit his chest again. "I like it," she repeated and leaned over to kiss him. "Thank you," she whispered. "I love my surprise."

"Thanks for taking me on your weekend."

"I'm sorry we missed our last reservations."

He kissed her again. "It's fine. I just want to be with you."

She hugged him tight. "I'm glad you said that because I only want to be with you."

He sat up and looked at Emily in the glow of the black light. "You still owe me for reading all of Burke's journals."

"What do you want?"

"Remember what we discussed a couple of weeks ago?"

"Yeah, but you were joking at the time."

"That's what I made you think, but I was serious."

She drew in a big breath and let it out explosively. "After this, we are even, my friend."

"I'm good with that."

He picked up his shirt, put it on, and began to button it. Emily reached out and grabbed his hands. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"If we're going to play strip poker, we start even," he insisted.

"Okay, but don't think you're going to be wearing that shirt for any length of time. I play to win."