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A/n this takes place during "Exit Wound."
Prestidigitation Manipulation
Emily knocked on Reid's door after looking around to see if anyone was in the hallway of the motel.
"Hey," he said as she slipped inside. "What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep."
She saw that he wore light blue pajama bottoms and a white tee shirt. His hair was a little mussed, but he didn't look like she'd woken him from a deep sleep.
"Me either," he said and went to sit down on the edge of his the bed.
"Do you mind if I stay here with you?"
"I don't think that's a good idea, Emily. No one knows about us and -"
"Please," she said and joined him on the bed. "I just want to sleep with my arms around you. Please," she said again.
His eyes already gave their consent before he said. "I admit that I miss you."
She took off her coat, her shoes and the rest of her clothes, then picked up his shirt and slipped it on. "Thanks."
He shut off the light and sighed when she cuddled up to him. "By the way, I know what you did to Rossi."
"I didn't do anything," he squeaked.
"Then why did your voice just go up two octaves."
He shifted and she grinned when he tried to pull away from her. "I saw you palm the coin. If you don't wanna get caught, don't practice in front of me."
"Alright, I admit it. I wanted a room to myself. I didn't want to share with Rossi or Hotch."
"I get it," she said and kissed his cheek. "Listening to JJ go on and on about Will and Henry was getting on my nerves."
He stroked her hair and she began to get sleepy. His touch was the most relaxing thing in the world and she couldn't understand how she'd resisted him for so long.
His phone beeped and she cursed. "Damn it."
He answered the phone and she listened to him talk to Morgan. His voice began to squeak again when Morgan must've mentioned Garcia. "I'm on my way," he finally said as she found the light switch.
"What is it?"
"We've got another body."
"Is that all?"
He stopped in the act of pulling on his pants. "Morgan said that Garcia went out in the dark alone to fix her satellite phone. She saw the un-sub with the victim."
"Jesus," Emily said. "Is she okay?"
He grabbed his coat and scarf. "Yeah, she's fine except that she's freaked out."
Emily went to him and hugged him. "She'll be fine, baby."
"Will she? I wonder."
"Spencer -"
"She a tech, not a field agent. She likes her computers and her color and flirting with Morgan. What if this changes her?"
Emily finished pulling on her shoes. "Garcia is a strong woman, Spencer. She's going to be okay."
"I hope so."
She stood up and pulled on his hand. "Come on. We need to get going before someone comes knocking on your door."
He kissed her. "Thank you, Emily."
"You're welcome."
She squeezed his hand. "Thanks for manipulating the coin toss."
He finally smiled. "Anything for you."
