The team had separated to find the unsub that had been terrorizing a small town in Kentucky with random shootings. It was discovered that he was a local recently divorced man, whose ultimate end game was to murder his wife. He hoped the random shooting sprees would make it look like his ex-wife was just another victim.

"Prentiss and Alvez, go with Dave and search the house. Reid and Morgan, you're with me. We'll check the barn," Hotch said as they suited up in the SUV. There was an eerie silence in the car as they all nodded at his orders.

Spencer glanced at Emily to see her pulling her hair into a ponytail. His heart panged with sadness. He remembered the feel of her silky hair in his fingers. The car doors being pushed open and the team piling out broke his thoughts.

He ran behind Hotch and Morgan as they trotted through the darkened field toward the dilapidated barn a few yards away. He held up his flashlight and slowly entered the barn. He shined the light in all the dark crevices, eventually meeting Morgan in the middle.

"Clear," Derek stated.

"Clear, Spencer confirmed.

Seconds later, Hotch emerged from a dark corner with his weapon by his side. "Clear," he stated.

Suddenly the com-link came to life. "He has Prentiss! Second story, third bedroom to the right," Luke called out.

Spencer's heart stopped. In an uncharacteristic move, Spencer took off at a faster run than Hotch and nearly Derek. He had to get to her. Just as he ran through the front door of the house, gunshots erupted.

In a panic, Spencer pushed past Derek, who had stopped at the sound, running up the stairs two at a time. He didn't even see who was in the hallway, all he could think of was Emily. He ran into the room and nearly collapsed when he saw her standing unharmed next to the body of the unsub.

She looked at Spencer and saw the panic and relief in his eyes. She walked toward him in a daze, stopping in front of him. They stared silently at one another for a moment. Both still reeling from what just happened.

"Are you alright?" he finally asked in a breathless tone.

"Yea, I'm fine," she responded before walking past him and out of the room.

(xxxxx)

Emily had just climbed out of the shower and put on her oversized t-shirt when there was a knock at her door. She walked over and looked out the peephole to see Spencer standing there. She opened the door and let him in.

"Hey," she started, but she was silenced by Spencer's lips on hers.

He kissed her feverishly as she gave in and kissed him back. She could feel his fear, his worry with every movement and touch. His hands were tangled in her hair as he tried to pull her closer. Emily let her hands roam lower until she untucked his shirt from his pants.

There was no hesitation on his end, so she pulled it higher until they broke their kiss long enough for him to shed his shirt. Spencer grabbed Emily and lifted her up into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down without breaking their kiss. His hands ran up her leg as she curled it around him, guiding his body between her. She could feel his hardness through his pants as it pressed against her.

Slowly moving her hands down his body, she reached his pants and unbuttoned them. She worried he would change his mind, but instead he responded by pulling her t-shirt up. Emily sat up enough to allow Spencer to pull it over her head and toss it on the floor.

He stared at her body in awe, making Emily blush. Nobody ever took the time to examine her before. It was always about the fuck and nothing else. This was different. This was so much more, and she couldn't even qualify this as a fuck. For the first time in her life, Emily was about to make love, something she never felt appropriate with anyone before. Something she never allowed.

She closed her eyes as Spencer's hands roamed her nearly naked body. She felt his lips against her burning hot skin. Each kiss was like a confession. He was savoring each kiss, each lick, each nip of her. It was intoxicating. Emily eventually let out a moan when his mouth reached her nipple.

She ran her fingers through his hair, squirming beneath his touch. He made a trail back up to her lips where Emily practically attacked him. She gently bit on his lower lip, eliciting a small groan from him. Emily reached down and unzipped Spencer's pants. She didn't need to assist him as he quickly shed the pants and briefs without her.

Emily grabbed his throbbing member in her hand and slid her hand up and down it. He moaned at her touch. Pressing his head into her shoulder, momentarily distracted by how incredible it felt to have her touching him so sensually. He quickly regained his thoughts and pulled Emily's panties off.

He wanted to be inside of her so bad, but he also wanted to make sure she was ready. He slid his finger across her folds and was surprised at how wet she was. He looked up at her in surprise and she smiled. As he pushed his finger inside of her, he pressed his lips on hers.

Emily writhed below him as he teased her with his touch. He added a second finger as she continued to stroke him. They were both moaning in pleasure when Emily whispered, "make love to me, please."

Without further thought, Spencer climbed on top of Emily completely and slowly guided himself into her. Her body resisted a bit at first, but it only took two good pushes to get all the way inside. They both cried out at the feeling of becoming one. Spencer didn't move for a moment. He just relished the feeling of her walls holding tightly to his dick.

"I thought I was going to lose you today," he suddenly whispered.

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere," she said running her hand across his cheek and into his hair.

"I love you Emily," he said staring deep into her eyes.

She stared back as tears filled her eyes. Spencer wiped away the one that escaped and trailed down her cheek.

"I love you too," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

Spencer kissed her passionately as they moved together. His thrusting was gentle, allowing them both to enjoy the moment. They weren't rushing it, though the build-up to completion wasn't going to take long. Spencer felt Emily tightening around him, so he moved faster.

She held tightly to his shoulders, occasionally biting his skin in an effort not to scream. He continued to press and pound against her favorite spot, making her feet curl and her back arch. She muffled her cries against his skin. Spencer had to fight the urge to come before her. He wanted Emily to get pleasured first.

"I'm almost there," she whispered to him.

"Go ahead baby, let go. I've got you," he whispered back.

That was enough, his words sent her over the edge. She sighed and moaned as her release exploded around him. Spencer moved quicker now as Emily tried to regain her breath, within seconds he groaned in ecstasy and she felt the warmth inside her, pushing her into a second orgasm.

Spencer lay on top of Emily, their hearts pounding against each other. Their skin cool and wet from sweat. Neither of them wanted to move. Moving would mean separation. They wouldn't be one anymore.

After a few moments, Spencer rolled off of Emily and dropped onto his back. Emily sat up and grabbed the blanket pulling it over the two of them. She laid her head on the crook of Spencer's arm as he traced light circles along her back.

"That was amazing," Spencer said when he'd regained his breath.

Emily nodded. "It was," she sighed happily.

They laid in silence holding one another, when a tear slipped from Emily's eye. Spencer felt her body shudder.

"Talk to me," he said as he pulled her closer.

"This doesn't change things," she said sadly. "This … us … it has to end when you walk out that door."

He felt his own tears threatening to spill over.

"I don't want her," he whispered, completely heart broken. "I want you."

"I know," she cried softly. "Just remind yourself it's for that beautiful baby of yours."

"Why can't it be you?" he said surprising her.

She leaned on her elbow and ran her thumb across his cheek.

"I'll always be by your side Spence. It may not be in the way we want, but I'll be there. You'll never lose me," she assured him as she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I'm sorry Emily. I really wish it were different," he said sniffling.

"Me too, but you have nothing to be sorry for," she said.

She snuggled back into his arms. Neither of them wanting to let go of the moment. She was right. The second he stepped out that door, they were back to being friends and co-workers. He knew he wouldn't be able to continue to cheat on Lacy, a tiny bit of guilt twinging inside of his conscience. This was a one-time deal.

"I know you need to go back to your room," Emily said. "Just stay a little longer, please."

Spencer pulled her closer and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He wanted to hold on to this moment as long as he possibly could. He wanted it engrained in his brain. It would be the only thing that kept him going.

(xxxxx)

Thump, thump, thump. Emily's eyes fluttered open. She couldn't figure out what that sound was. All she knew was she was warm and happy.

Thump, thump, thump. Everything came flooding back to her and she nearly fell out of bed, when her and Spencer popped up in a panic.

"Shit," Spencer whispered as he slipped out of bed trying to gather his things. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Here," Emily said throwing his briefs and pants to him.

He caught them and ran straight to the bathroom.

"Hang on, I'm coming," Emily called out.

She threw her t-shirt back on and opened the door a crack. Derek and Luke stood outside the door looking at her inquisitively.

"Took you long enough," Derek said with a teasing attitude.

"I was getting ready to shower," she said rolling her eyes.

"You were getting ready to shower, so you didn't hear us pounding on the door?" Derek asked eyeing her out.

She could tell they were suspicious. She hoped they would drop it and go away.

"What do you want, other than to annoy me?" she asked.

"We are heading out in 20 minutes. Hotch wants everyone to meet in the lobby," Luke said.

"Alright, message received. Now go. Quit wasting my 20 minutes," Emily said as she started to shut the door.

Derek's hand palmed the door, stopping it from shutting. Emily looked at him startled.

"Reid, you heard that, right? 20 minutes, lobby," Derek called into the room with a smirk.

Luke tried to hold back his laughter as Emily stared at him in shock. She looked back at the bathroom and back at Derek, her eyes wide. Derek winked at her before he and Luke walked away laughing together.

Emily slowly closed the door and Spencer's head popped out of the bathroom. He was dressed but didn't fully step out until he was sure they were alone.

"They know?" he said.

"Apparently," Emily said rubbing her face with her hands.

Spencer stood nervously chewing on his bottom lip.

"I should probably go," he said.

"Yea," Emily agreed.

"I'll see you in a bit," he said as he walked past her.

Emily nodded and watched him go. She hoped that only Luke and Derek knew, but how long would they keep their mouths shut if they hadn't already blabbed. This could get messy, real quick.

(xxxxx)

When Emily reached the lobby, she saw Derek talking with J.J. and Luke talking with Hotch. She couldn't grab Luke without suspicion, so she walked over to Derek.

"Hey, can we talk a sec?" she said smiling brightly.

J.J. stepped away to chat with Hotch and Luke as Emily grabbed Derek roughly by the arm and pulled him further away from big ears.

"How did you know?" Emily asked in a hushed voice.

"Prentiss, we're profilers," Derek said grinning. Emily folded her arms across her chest and stared at him. "And I saw him go into your room last night. I may have passed by and considered joining the party when I heard some …" he trailed off wiggling his eyebrows.

Emily slapped him on the arm. "And you told everyone?" she said angrily.

"No, I didn't tell everyone. Your room was attached to Alvez's, you dunce. He came storming out to ask his neighbors to keep it down. When I told him who it was, he decided to let you finish. You owe him a thank you," Derek said jokingly.

Emily's face blushed at the thought of being heard by her co-workers. She hoped they wouldn't tease Spencer too much for it. She knew he would be mortified, and he'd been humiliated enough throughout his life.

Just then, Spencer walked into the lobby with Rossi. He looked in their direction and his eyes immediately dropped to the floor. His cheeks turned red. Emily turned to Derek once more.

"Please don't tell anyone, Derek," she said with pleading eyes.

"Emily, look, I am thrilled for you and Reid. Seriously. That Lacy chick … she's going to drag him down. You … you compliment him. You bring out the best in him," Derek said. "We've all seen it for some time, it was just a matter of you two figuring it out. That being said, I don't want to put any unnecessary bumps in your relationship, so you have my word."

Emily smiled at him, but then frowned.

"Morgan, there is no relationship. Last night, was … it was a spontaneous moment that won't be repeated again. Spencer is still with Lacy and they are still having a baby together."

"Oh, come on, Prentiss," Derek began.

"I'm serious, Morgan. You need to back off of it and let it be," she said straight-faced.

"Ok, I promise," he said though she could tell he wasn't happy about it.

She sighed and bumped his shoulder with a gentle smile.

"You really think everyone knows about us?" she asked.

"I don't think everyone knows you got together last night, but I know everyone sees how much you care about each other. We've talked about it many times when you guys weren't around," he said grinning.

"Are you kidding me?" she said looking over at Spencer who was laughing with J.J.

"You know how we all know Luke is sweet on Penelope?" he said.

Emily thought about it for moment. "Well, shit."

Derek laughed and clapped his hand on her back as they walked over to join the group. A few minutes later they left to board the jet.

(xxxxx)

After everyone had left the airstrip, Emily and Spencer climbed back out of their cars to talk.

"I talked to Derek, he promised he wouldn't say anything," she told him.

"Luke told me the same thing," he said. "Then asked for details."

"Figures," Emily said rolling her eyes. "Wait … you didn't say anything, did you?" she wondered. He didn't seem like the type to brag about his sexual encounters, but if it kept him from being the object of their teasing, maybe he would.

"No! God, no! That's between you and me. I wouldn't share you with anyone, so why would I share our personal moments with others?" he said almost appalled that she had thought he would.

Emily smiled at him. His words always seemed to make her feel like the young girl she had been long ago, who believed in love and wasn't jaded by life. She was never a blusher, but damn it, if his sensitivity didn't melt her walls.

"Are you sure we have to do this?" Spencer said shuffling his sneaker against the pavement.

Emily sighed with a sad smile before nodding.

"Yeah," he said knowing that would be the answer. "I just hoped maybe something miraculously changed between here and Kentucky."

"So," she said softly. "I'll see you on Thursday."

"Thursday," he repeated with a frown.

She waved as she walked back to her car and climbed in. Spencer stood watching her, not wanting to move. He didn't want this to end. He didn't want to go back to reality. He didn't want to go back to Lacy.

(xxxxx)

Spencer opened the door to his apartment and noticed right away that his lights were on. He sighed, wishing he didn't have to deal with this tonight. He walked into the bedroom to find Lacy sitting in a negligee smiling at him. He furrowed his brow at her.

"How did you know I was coming home?" he asked, as he hadn't texted her.

"I activated the find my iPhone app on your phone. I know where you are at all times if I want," she said as if it weren't the most possessive and creepiest thing to say. "How was the case?"

"Uh, fine," he said startled by her casual admission.

"I've been so excited for you to come home. I have a surprise for you," she said digging into her nightstand.

"Could I maybe shower first? I just got home," he said as he placed his bag on a nearby chair.

"Wait, it won't take long. Please open your gift," she said handing him an envelope.

Spencer stared at her extended hand hesitantly. He slowly reached out and took the envelope from her. She sat by watching him with a smile on her face. Spencer opened the envelope and pulled out pictures of a sonogram.

"It's our baby! Look how cute, she looks like a peanut," she said excitedly.

Spencer stared at the photo in stunned silence, his heart pounding with a mixture of emotion. That little peanut was his child. He created that being, but God, he didn't want it to be coming from Lacy.

"You said she?" he said barely above a whisper. "Isn't it too early to tell?"

"Actually, you can get a blood test to find out early, that being said, it's just intuition," she smiled. "I just feel like it's a girl."

Spencer stared at the peanut. His thumb slowly tracing over the image. A daughter. Spencer was going to be a father to a little girl.

"Spence, I know … I've been a little difficult lately," Lacy said as she scooted to the edge of the bed. "I guess, I'm just a little worried."

"Worried?" he asked looking at her.

"I love you, Spence and sometimes I'm afraid I'm not enough for you. That you're going to leave me. Especially for Emily," she said as tears filled her eyes.

Spencer felt his stomach drop. He was an awful person. He had just cheated on his girlfriend, leaving her here pregnant and alone. What kind of a man was he? He sighed and sat down on the bed, tucking one leg up so he could face her.

"It's not all your fault. I've been just as difficult and I'm sorry for that. I think it's all been overwhelming for the both of us," he said grabbing her hand in his. "I'm off tomorrow. Why don't we do something together, just us. We can go look at things for the baby. I can take you to lunch."

A big smile spread across Lacy's lips.

"I would love that," she said leaning forward to press her lips to his. "Now go shower, cause I've been waiting all day for you to come home and tear this off of me."

Spencer nodded before retreating to the bathroom. They had sex that night, but he couldn't stop thinking about Emily. It wasn't the same. It didn't feel the same. It felt good, but it wasn't brilliant like it was with Emily.

Lacy didn't taste delicious like Emily did. She was vocal in a crude way and made these weird whimpers like one of those porn stars. The ones that say "oo yeah, you like that" in a nasally, whiney baby voice. It did nothing for him.

After Lacy had fallen asleep, Spencer snuck out of his room to get something to drink. He stood in the kitchen looking at his phone, wanting to call her. Wanting to hear her voice. In the end, he put his phone back in his pocket. It wasn't fair to her. He had to let her go.

(xxxxx)

A/N: thanks for all the great feedback! Excited to see what your thoughts are on this chapter. Lots more to come! xoxo