It had been there for years. In the beginning, he was just a nerdy co-worker that she learned to care for. He was quiet, but brilliant. He was shy and awkward. There was no love at first sight. It was just two co-workers who found solace in each other's company.
As the years went by, Spencer Reid began to grow into his gawkiness. He began to age not only in typical numbers, but in looks as well. His baby face features started to gradually change from adorable to dare she use the word sexy? At some point he had stopped shaving regularly. Allowing a peppering of stubble to grow on his face. He had cut his hair short along the back, leaving the top a mess of curls.
His timid behavior began to disappear as his confidence grew and unfortunately, as life forced away his naivety. He took the lead in cases more often, he gave theories with more assurance, and he even dabbled in being the muscles, though nowhere near Morgan's level.
It was safe to say that after 10 years of knowing Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss had fallen deeply for him in a way she had never expected. It started out as small moments that gave her butterflies. Small things like a smile he gave her while pouring his coffee or the way he bit his lip when thinking about something. She loved the way he scrunched his nose when it itched, rather than use his hand like most people would. She loved the mole that sat near his right ear. She often envisioned herself placing small kisses on it.
Of course, nobody knew about this. Emily was fantastic at hiding her feelings. Compartmentalizing, as the team loved to call it. She was kind of proud of the fact she was able to control her emotions around him and not even a team of profilers had figured it out.
She was really good at hiding those feelings, until one awful day something completely unexpected happened. It was a hot August morning. Emily dragged herself into the office and placed her bag down on the desk. Strangely, Spencer wasn't there yet. He was usually the second person to arrive, with Hotch almost always being the first.
Emily glanced at her watch but decided to not read into it. It wasn't like he was late. He just wasn't early. She sat down at her desk and pulled out yesterday's files she hadn't finished, when J.J. interrupted her thoughts.
"No Spence?" she asked.
Emily spun around to face her. "Haven't seen him yet. Hope he's ok," she said casually, even though her mind was racing with concern.
Morgan arrived with Penelope in tow, and shortly after newcomer, Luke Alvez also arrived. Still no sign of Spencer. By now, everyone noticed and started to worry a bit.
"Should we call him?" Derek asked.
With that the sound of the glass door being pushed open caught their attention. A breathless Spencer was running to his desk, hair a mess, bag bouncing around his shoulder, and a to-go coffee cup in his hand.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Rough morning, pretty boy?" Derek teased.
Spencer shot him an exasperated look. He dropped his bag on the floor and sat down in his chair, still breathing heavily.
"Stay up too late trying to solve physics biggest mysteries?" Derek said as he ruffled Spencer's hair.
"No, he was watching a Doctor Who marathon all night," Luke said with a grin.
"Or he had a hot date," J.J. said as the others laughed.
"Excuse me," a voice said shyly behind them.
They turned to find a young woman, with blazing blue eyes and dark brown hair that reached to the middle of her back, looking at them. Her gray dress pants fit her slim body perfectly. Her pink dress tank top was flattering, but professional. She was absolutely stunning. Like straight out of a magazine.
"Can we help you?" Derek asked kindly.
"Actually," she peered around him at Spencer, who was bright red. "I'm sorry to bother you, but you left your cell phone at the coffee shop. I know it's important," she said handing him the phone.
"Thank you," he said taking it from her.
She looked at him as if waiting for more, while the rest of the team stared in stunned silence.
"Come on, I'll walk you out," Spencer said as he walked over to her.
She nodded and gave a polite wave to the group before walking out of the bullpen with Spencer. Once they were through the glass doors, Derek gave a loud laugh.
"Holy shit! J.J. you were right!" He said turning back to the group.
Emily tuned out the rest of the conversation. Her heart had dropped somewhere deep into her stomach, making her feel sick. Spencer had a girlfriend? And his girlfriend was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. There was no way she could compete with that! She suddenly felt old and used up. She got up from her chair and started to walk away.
"Prentiss, you ok?" Derek said, breaking her trance.
"Oh, yea. Women troubles," she said placing her hand on her abdomen.
"Gross," Derek said before turning back to talk to J.J. and Luke.
As Emily rounded the corner to the bathroom, she stopped to spy on Spencer and the mystery girl. He was looking at her shyly as she reached out to brush a stray curl from his face. Emily's heart raced with jealousy.
Then the girl gently ran her hand along Spencer's cheek, and he smiled at her. She was saying something to him that made him nod in agreement. The elevator door opened and before she stepped into it, waving goodbye. Emily hurried to the restroom before Spencer could catch her spying.
When she returned to her desk, Spencer was sipping his coffee and flipping through a folder. He looked up when she sat down and offered a smile in greeting. She returned the smile, pushing down the ache in her heart.
(xxxxx)
For the next two weeks, Emily tried hard to hide her jealousy and disgust at Spencer's new girlfriend, but she was failing miserably. Thankfully for the first week, she was able to chalk her attitude up to PMS. The second week, she had developed a terrible cold, so she hid behind that mask.
By the third week, she still couldn't stomach Derek and Luke asking Spencer questions about the girl whose name turned out to be Lacy. Lacy? Sounded like a stripper name, Emily thought. But in truth, Emily was terribly jealous of not only Lacy's relationship with Spencer, she was also jealous of her flawless looks.
On the way home from a case, Emily stared out the jet window, mentally degrading herself, when she heard someone sit next to her. She jumped, a bit startled, and looked to see Spencer eyeing her out.
"Hey," he said softly.
"Hey," she said, flashing him a small smile.
"You ok?" he asked her, concern in his eyes.
She gave him another fake smile and nodded. "Yea, just really tired."
Spencer licked his lips. She hated when he did that. She wanted to feel his tongue on her lips, on her body. She wanted to know what he tasted like and every time he licked his lips, it sent a shiver down her spine.
"You sure?" he said staring deeply at her.
Spencer and Emily always had a strong friendship. He had a special friendship with everyone really. Derek was his big brother, J.J. was his little sister, Rossi was like his surrogate father, Hotch his mentor, Penelope was his geek buddy, and Luke had become the male friend he always wanted – a guy's guy, not some nerd like Spencer.
But Emily – well, with Emily it was different. Emily was his best friend and yet that word wasn't enough to describe the connection they had. They were always able to be 100% honest with each other, sometimes even telling each other things without using words. They could always sense when the other one was in trouble and needed something. He never could quite figure out what Emily was to him, but she was beyond special.
Truth be told, he had harbored deep feelings for her. When she first joined the BAU, it was just infatuation. She was gorgeous and brilliant in a way different than he was. She was funny and charming, and she loved to flirt with him. Playfully, of course. She was by no means interested in someone like him. She had hot men throwing themselves at her. She would never lower her dating standards for an awkward, socially inept, dweeb. Not that she ever treated him that way.
It's why he had fallen so hard for her. She treated him like he was normal, which sounds silly, but he was used to people cutting him off mid-sentence, rolling their eyes at him, staring at him like he was speaking an alien language. Though Emily teased him occasionally, for the most part she engaged in regular conversations with him. She would invite him to hang out or go see a movie. She would tell him secrets that she didn't tell the others just because she wanted to, not because he had no one to tell them to. She accepted him as he was.
"Spence, I'm ok. I promise," she lied, but he seemed to accept it.
The rest of the flight was uneventful. When the plane landed, some of the team decided to go out on the town and unwind. The bar they chose was pretty small, but still left room for dancing, a dartboard, and a pool table. They ordered their drinks and settled in for a relaxing evening. Emily and Spencer were deep in conversation regarding Solaris, a five-hour Russian film, when he suddenly stopped mid-sentence and left the table.
Emily followed him with her eyes to the entrance, where to her complete dismay, Lacy jumped into Spencer's arms. He held her tightly in his arms before placing a kiss to her lips. Emily tipped her drink back, finishing hers off, before wandering over to the bar to order more.
(xxxxx)
A couple hours later, everyone had found someone to "play" with. Luke was trying to teach Penelope how to play pool, the two of them flirting the entire time. Derek was on the dance floor with his girlfriend Savannah, J.J. was playing darts with Will, Spencer, and Lacy. Every time either of them did well throwing the darts, they'd laugh and embrace one another. The PDA was making her sicker by the moment.
Emily pretended to be interested in … whatever the hell his name was' … story, but she found herself continually drifting in and out of thought. She could take Lacy. One good kick and she'd have her flat on the ground. Emily could snap her in half like a twig.
Maybe that's what was wrong with her. Perhaps she wasn't girly enough. She looked down at her black jeans and black button up. She had to dress that way for work, but now that she thought about it, she dressed that way outside of work more and more. What happened to the days when she wore sexy, revealing clothes? She glanced at her boots and frowned. When was the last time she wore heels?
Emily looked at the mini jean skirt that Lacy wore, with the tight pink tank top. Her hair done in a messy bun and her strong calves accentuated by the black heels she wore. She stood in front of Spencer and he placed his hands on her waist and leaned his head on her shoulder. Emily pictured him doing that with her. She felt his hands running down her sides and up the skirt she would wear for him.
He would shyly give her a look requesting permission. She'd nod and he would slide his hand underneath the skirt, running his long fingers across her wet underwear. She suddenly felt herself becoming aroused. She lifted her glass and threw it back.
"Hey, you wanna get out of here?" she asked … damn it what the hell did he say his name was?
The guy agreed and she grabbed him by the hand, leading him to her car. Outside it was still extremely hot, but Emily didn't care. She needed to get off and quickly. She took the man to her car and turned it on as he climbed in the passenger seat.
"Get in the back," she ordered.
The man nodded and climbed into the back seat, lifting off his shirt and starting to undo his pants.
"I've got rules if you want to do this," Emily said as she climbed back there with him. The man nodded as he now sat awkwardly across the back seat of the SUV. "I'm going to call you whatever name I want, and you will not correct me. No kissing on the mouth and most importantly, do not say a word! If you speak, I will stop and you will get out of the car, do you understand?"
The man nodded. Emily didn't take off her shirt but unbuttoned her pants. "I want you to start by getting me off. When I say I'm ready, you slip this condom on and finish the job," she said throwing a packet at him.
Once again, he said nothing. Emily took the silence as agreement and slid out of her panties. The man didn't wait even a moment, before he descended onto her woman hood and began orally trying to please her. At first, Emily just felt frustrated, because she didn't give a shit about this guy. She wanted Spencer, but finally she closed her eyes and pretended that's exactly who this was.
She threaded her fingers through this man's hair, pretending it was Spencer's fluffy mane. She tilted her head back into the window and began to moan as the pressure continued to build up in her. She placed her hands on her covered breasts and rubbed them roughly. She could see Spencer licking at her clit, his perfect lips placing kisses along her core.
"Spencer, fuck," she moaned. "Oh, that is so good. Keep going baby." She felt herself reaching her orgasm, so she pulled on the shoulders of the man pleasuring her. "Spencer, I need you to fuck me." With that she heard the condom being unwrapped and seconds later she had her arms around the stranger's shoulders.
He pressed into her roughly, making her cry out in a bit of pain. He began slamming into her desperately as she began to scream.
"Use her hand too," she ordered.
She felt the fingers circling her clit as she buried her face into the man's shoulder.
"Yes, Spencer, yes! Right there! Fuck, you are so good! Harder Spencer, harder!" she found herself screaming. She heard the man groan as he climaxed, and she quickly pushed him off. "Get away." She growled as she threw her hand down and rubbed her swollen nub quickly. Within moments, she had reached her orgasm on her own and let out a sigh. The two of them sat in silence for a few, before Emily grabbed her clothes and began to redress.
She climbed back into the front seat but stopped the man from following her.
"You can go now," she said as she stared at the fog on her car window and unlocked the car doors.
The man obeyed and slammed the door shut. Emily waited a few more moments as she swallowed down the disgust she felt for herself, before opening the car door. She jumped in surprise when she saw J.J. standing nearby looking at her.
"Jayje, you scared me," she said trying to laugh it off.
"I came to see if you were ok. You disappeared so quickly," J.J. said.
Emily wondered how long she'd been standing there.
"Uh, yea, I'm good. Just needed a moment," she said as she tried to read J.J.'s body language.
"Who was that guy?" J.J. asked, looking in the direction of the man going back inside the bar.
"Oh, him? Just a guy I met," Emily said as if it were nothing.
"Does he have a name?" J.J. asked.
Emily's heart raced. Why did she want to know that? Did she hear her screams?
"Uh, Spencer," she said, just in case.
"His name is Spencer?" J.J. asked raising her eyebrows.
"Crazy, right?" Emily said pursing her lips.
"Crazy," J.J. repeated.
She knew. Emily knew she knew, but she couldn't let go of the lie.
"Well, I think I'm going to go home. I'm kind of tired," she said making a show of stretching and yawning.
"I'm sure you are," J.J. stated flatly.
Suddenly, the man with the unknown name appeared. He held out a napkin to Emily.
"My number, just in case you want me to be Spencer again," he said.
Emily closed her eyes and sagged. She balled up the napkin and chucked it at the man who blew her already poorly disguised lie.
"Shoo," she hissed as she opened her eyes and glared at the man.
He nodded and scurried off. Emily slowly looked to J.J. who was staring at her with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. She was busted. There was absolutely nothing she could say to salvage it.
"Not tonight," Emily sighed looking away from J.J. "I just … I don't have the energy."
She felt her friend's hand on her shoulder and stole a glance to see the empathy in her eyes. She didn't say anything, but Emily knew it was a silent open-ended invitation to talk when she felt ready.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Emily said before climbing into her car and driving off into the night.
(xxxxx)
A/N: Hope you liked the first chapter. This is an old story that I'm redoing. It will probably post faster than my other story, since that one is coming fresh from my brain – which means I'll surely encounter writers block at times. But don't worry – I've never not completed a story. Let me know what you think! Xoxo
PS – I picture Emily and Spencer from season 6 – that being said, there is really no timeline that matches the seasons. Obviously with Luke appearing much earlier in the story.