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Little Gold Stressor

CHAPTER ONE

Elle sat quietly at her desk. She was trying to concentrate on the file folder in front of her, but it was almost impossible. Every time she looked up, she saw him trying to act like he wasn't watching her. Elle was in the same boat. She could feel his eyes on her when she tried to focus on her work.

Once again, she glanced around the office to see if anyone was close enough to catch her. No one was watching, so she looked up ever so slightly. Her heart leapt into her throat, and a blush crept up her neck and settled in her cheeks. What they had been flirting around all day had happened.

They had both looked up at the same moment and their eyes met. He smiled, and she felt herself melting.

'Oh boy…' she thought to happily. 'What the hell are we doing?' She couldn't wipe the smile off her face no matter how hard she tried.

She suddenly felt the gold band on her left ring finger keenly, a sparkly diamond set neatly on the top. They had been dating since the hostage case in El Paso. She moved into his two-bedroom rental house about four months ago. Last night he proposed after he burned dinner out of sheer nervousness and an entire bottle of wine.

After fourteen months, Elle Greenaway would be making plans to become Mrs. Spencer Reid.

Brrrrrrrrr…Brrrrrrrrrr

Elle tore her gaze away from his and turned to her phone as it was making its way across her desk. The display screen said she had a new text message. She flipped it open to read.

What do ya want to do for dinner? Besides me of course. :P

She grinned at the childish humor. It was the deal breaker. At work, he was serious, almost uptight about their cases. At home, he was laid back and had a wicked, if not active sense of humor. She answered back.

JJ invited me for drinks, I meant to tell you at lunch, but we weren't alone. I'll probably be late.. She's gonna want to know who gave me this colossal ring.

She watched as Spencer read her reply. He swept his eyes around the bullpen and then stuck his tounge out at her.

Suddenly, both of their phones went off at the same time. The text message being form Morgan… You guys should watch yourselves, you're being obvious.

That sobered them both instantly. They could not be caught in a relationship. Protocol forbid two agents of the same unit to become involved with each other. One of them would have to either transfer or quit. As far as they were concerned, neither was an option. The only reason Derrick Morgan knew was because he ran into them in a… compromising situation at their favorite restaurant.

Sufficiently snapped out of their "engaged" bubble, Elle and Spencer were able to focus a little better on their case files.

Around six, Spencer finally finished up the last of the case file he was working on, and packed up his satchel. He felt the vibrations of his cell in his back pocket. Another text message form Elle.

Garcia showed up a couple of minutes ago, I'm definitely gonna be late. Don't wait up. Love you.

Spencer smiled. He recognized early on that he was in way over his head quite early on in the relationship. Elle was gonna be his last girlfriend. The idea scared him a little in the beginning, now he didn't really mind so much.

The elevator dinged to alert him that he had reached his level in the parking garage and he stepped out. Then he froze. Something didn't seem right. He slipped his hand into his satchel and rested it on his gun. With his car keys in the other hand, he made his way across the empty parking lot.

'Its too quiet.' He realized. 'There's no sound at all.' He made it to his dark green Landover, beeped the alarm, and climbed in.

'You are such a chicken Reid,' he thought at his reflection in the rear view mirror. He lifted the satchel strap over his shoulder and placed the bag on the floor of the passenger side. Just as he inserted the key in to the ignition, a gloved hand snaked around his chest from the back seat and another hand covered his nose and mouth with a thick cloth.

His thoughts were on the gun he left in his bag and trying to reach it. He felt cold metal of a gold ring bite against his cheek.

'Elle's gonna freak…' was all he could think about as the chloroform took effect.

Spencer Reid was kidnapped at 6:13 pm, from an FBI parking lot, and no one would know until the morning.