A/n Warnings for language and sexual content, again nothing too graphic, I like T ratings.
Disclaimer: I don't own CM. No copyright infringement it intended.
Today is another milestone for me. I'm really going to do it. I'm going to live with the most beautiful… incredible…wonderful woman to ever walk the planet.
Ok big boy, that's a little over dramatic don't you think?
Oh who cares… as long as this isn't a dream…and I wake up at some moment - no that's not going to happen she loves me - awkward…shy…mousy little Dr Spencer Reid. I don't know how it came about, but it's true. I want to sing and dance and - ok that's enough you are starting to go Broadway musical on us.
Let's try to remember you're a man, and real men don't sing and dance. They wait till their positive they are alone - then they jump up and down and squeal like a ten year old girl.
Ok…I know that's not true…but give me a break here…I went to high school as a child, and never had a high school sweet heart. If I could've had one, she would have been just like Jen!
Wait did the door bell just ring?
Sorry, I was just having a fantasy about necking with Jennifer in the back of a car - damn there's the door again.
Ok…get your head out of your pants…or you won't be able to answer the door with the embarrassing bulge you're starting to get.
"Ah - just a minute," Spencer yelled at the door.
He headed to the front door, dodging half-packed boxes, books on floor, shoes and oddly enough, case files that should have been at work.
"Hey sweet thing how - whoa JJ was right, you definitely need some help Dr Reid."
Garcia surveyed the mess, as she stepped into the living room, with a surprised eye. Usually Dr Reid was neat to the point of obsession at work, and she assumed he would be the same at home, even in the middle of packing.
"Ah - yeah, well this is a lot harder then I thought it was going to be. I mean…logically if you pack correctly then everything will fit in a certain order…and that will make it easy to unpack and-"
Garcia tuned out what she called Reid-Speak, and looked around. What she'd thought was a mess, was actually controlled chaos. The books were alphabetized and stacked according to size. Clothing was folded with a precision that would make a Drill Sergeant weep with joy. She turned back to Spencer favored him with a pitying look, and said.
"Honey, have you ever moved before today?"
"Ah - no I've lived here since I started with the BAU."
"Well that's your problem - now take me I've moved four times in the last two years, I'm an expert on packing quickly."
Four times in two years? I wonder why - wait Spence don't go there you'll only get a headache.
She dived right in, tossing clothes into a box with out stacking them neatly as Spencer had. He watched in horror as she tossed books at random into another empty box. Glancing around at him she said.
"Are you going to help me, or are you going to stand there staring at me."
This could not be allowed… someone has to stop her… she's wrecking my neat packing job.
"Listen Garcia I really appreciate this, but I can handle it."
"Not at the pace you're going, the guys will be here in a couple of hours." They guys were Hotch, Gideon and Morgan - they'd given up a precious Saturday off to help their favorite couple move.
His door bell rang again. This time it was Haley Hotchner. He could have kissed her. She would talk some sense into Garcia, and he could go back to his own way of packing. Sadly… this was not to be… Haley seemed to believe in Garcia's method of packing. Both women shooed him away. They said if he couldn't get moving…and pack faster…they would do it for him.
He fled to his bedroom. Picking up a photograph of Jen on his night table, he thought back to the day it had been taken. Till they'd gotten together, Jen didn't know he'd had this picture of her.
Flash back
He knew that most people assumed the BAU was all about business, that they never had fun together. It wasn't true. He'd spent time with all of his co workers outside of the job. There was also time spent on the jet, to talk of anything but the case, especially on the way home.
This particular time, he and Jen were the only ones awake on the plane. She had been talking to him, and they'd got on the subject of butterflies. He'd been fascinated to know that she collected them. She also knew all the Latin names for them.
When she'd gone to sleep he had taken out his digital camera. He carried it with him on their trips. He tried to take pictures of the places they went, because he never got to travel outside of work. The others teased him about this habit. Morgan called him a tourist. He didn't care…he had memories that were outside of the blood, and the violence they saw.
He'd looked around the cabin carefully to make sure no one saw him, and he snapped several pictures of Jen as she slept. He couldn't help himself. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. He found the best one and had it framed. He'd despaired of ever having her as his own. The picture kept alive the illusion that she was his…and that she loved him.
Then she had loved him for real. He kept the picture by his bed to remind him that dreams can come true. He never believed it before the night she'd said she loved him.
End flash back
He shook himself, and carefully wrapped the framed photographin newspaper, and laid it on top on a sweater. He closed and taped the box. He looked around, and noticed how much still needed to be done. The others were right - he needed to speed things up. He moved quickly around the room, packing faster than he really wanted. He suddenly wanted to be alone in this room. There were so many memories of her here. He wanted to remember them all before he left.
Knots began to form in his stomach. The elation he had felt at the thought of moving in with Jen was leaving. Now all he felt was sorrow for this place. Never again would she sit in the glider-rocker in the corner, and smile at him. There was a new bed in the new house, so they'd never make love on the one he sat on now. All of her clothes would hang in the closet at the new place. Never again, would he watch her rifle the closet for one of his tee-shirts to wear.
Again he shook himself mentally. He chastised himself for his sentimentality, and told himself that new memories were waiting to be made at the new place. He wiped a stray tear away…and got up to finish packing. He finished in no time, and began to carry boxes into the living room. Then it was time to grab the last box. He walked out of the bed room, and shut the door.
He heard the bell at the front door again, and then heard Emily's voice. Garcia said something to her, and she laughed loudly with the other women. He figured they were talking about him
Whose idea had it been to send the women his way? This is going to be painful!
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It's time. This is it…I'm really going to do it! I'm going to live with the kindest…gentlest…hottest man I've ever known. I've wanted this for so long; even before I knew I wanted it. Thank God he got the courage to tell me how he felt. Now we'll see each other every day, just as we did before my new job. That will be a good thing, right?
Maybe it won't be a good thing, what if we get tired of each other, or the fire goes out of our relationship? He might get tired of you Jennifer.
Now that is ridiculous… he loves me.
Yeah he does - but you never considered that once the chase was over, he'd lose interest.
That's not going to happen…I won't let it. I am going to be deliriously happy…and not think about this anymore.
See…this is me ignoring the voice in my head.
You can ignore me, but that doesn't mean I'll go away.
I'm not listening to you.
JJ walked out of her kitchen, carrying a taped box. They had decided to get rid of their furniture and start over, but JJ wanted her kitchen ware. Mostly because all of her plates and glassed matched, Spence's stuff did not.
She did have some doubts about how they would get along together, but she felt that as long as they didn't work and live together it would be okay.
She was just heading back to the kitchen, when the door bell rang. It was Morgan and Hotch.
"Hey you two, it's good to see you."
"JJ are you sure you want to do this, if you have to move in with someone you could dump the good doctor and move in with me instead?" Morgan wiggled his eyebrows at her and grinned as they moved into the house.
"Don't let Penelope hear you talking that way - she might have a thing or two to say about that." She slugged his shoulder.
"I don't know what you are talking about…there is nothing going on with us."
"Right…Derek you just keeptelling yourself that, and one day the rest of us might believe it."
Morgan opened his mouth to retort. "Give it up Derek, everyone knows about you two."
Hotch began to laugh at the look on the agents face. "Come on you guys, let's get to work."
The next to arrive was Gideon. They got the vehicles in the drive way loaded up in no time. They drove out to the rental house JJ had found just a month ago. It was located in Fairfield, about half way between DC and Quantico. The suburb was close to I95, and would make commuting easier.
It was a small, two bedroom house, in a community of government workers. They had decided to turn the second bedroom into an office for both of them. It had a large kitchen with new appliances. The land lord had redone the whole house just six months before, and it was beautiful. It was also furnished, which was a plus.
The guys unloaded all her stuff in record time, and then they were off to Reid's apartment. She snorted laughter as she thought of him in that little apartment, with three women bossing him around.
Oh to be a fly on that wall!
She began to unpack the bedroom first, hanging up clothes, and sighing over sharing a closet with him.
Wait! Aren't we supposed to be mourning the loss of closet space…not celebrating it!
Shut up I said, you're not going to convince me this is a bad idea!
She would still "borrow" his tee-shirts…he liked it when she wore them and nothing else. It was guaranteed to get her laid…she liked those kinds of guarantees.
She'd just finished with the bedroom and a fantasy or two when the other's arrived with Spence. Everyone rolled their eyes at the enthusiastic way they greeted each other. With the whole crew there, they were unpacked, and organized in no time.
When everyone was gone, they stood looking at each other for a long moment. The doubts Reid had refused to feel in the weeks leading up to the move…hit him hard. Could they really live together?
They were so different. Those differences hadn't matteredwhen they lived separate lives. It was okay, as long as they had a place to go to be alone, if they needed it. He wondered how that would work for them in this little house.
"Spence…you ok? You're a thousand miles away."
"Yeah - ah listen I was just thinking, we don't have any food so we should go out, or order in. Wait, we can't order in we don't have any menus from around here."
"Babe, the lack of food isn't what's bothering you. Now come on… talk to me. We made a promise to all ways be honest with each other, remember?"
He took her hand and led her over to the couch. They sat down, and for a long while he was unable to look her in the eye.
How do I tell her about the doubts I have? What if she thinks I don't love her anymore? God…this is harder than I thought it would be.
"Spence…look at me…please!"
He lifted his head and gazed at her with the eyes she loved. They were full of unhappiness. She hated to see any sorrow or doubts in them for any reason.
"I'm afraid too, babe. Don't you think I've had my doubts about this whole arrangement?"
"Really…you're not just saying that to make me feel better?"
"Of course not…my love…this is going to be hard at first because we've always had our own space. I'll make you a deal. I get to have my half of the closet as messy, and unorganized, as I want it. I also get the same with my half of the office…okay?"
She cheered internally when his eyes lit up and he heartily agreed to the terms of sharing.
"Do you still want food?"
"Actually I am hungry, but like I said, there's no food in the house, we need to shop."
"Oh no…I am not shopping today! Boot up your laptop and find some take out. I'm going to take a nice hot bath." She got up and headed for the bathroom.
Spencer found a place called, "Spaghetti Papa's" and because he wanted Italian, ordered some delivery. He debated trying to join Jen in the bathtub - but he didn't, she hated being interrupted "soaking in the tub" as she called it.
He was standing in the kitchen unpacking the food when she walked in. He almost dropped the container he was holding. She pulled off the clip holding her hair up, and it fell down to her shoulders, the way he liked it. She wore nothing but an old tee-shirt of his, with a Harvard University logo on it.
God…it looks much better on her…than it ever did on me!
She said nothing, just walked to the counter and hopped up to sit on the edge.
She looked him up and down and said, "Yeah…I thought this would be the right height."
"The right height for what," His voice had climbed several octaves.
"Why don't you come over here and I'll show you."
It dawned on him what she wanted him to do and he squeaked, "Jen…come on…we prepare food there."
"That's why we have to break it in…so to speak." She lifted her eyebrows and smile coyly.
Damn she knows I can't resist her when she looks like that!
He strode over to her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her eagerly, their tongues flying over each other. He didn't notice it when a container of food fell to the floor, he was too busy trying to hold her, and remove his pants at the same time. The pants finally fell to the floor, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She put her hands on his shoulders for support.
This was the hottest thing he'd ever done with her. He worked hard to control himself till she finished. His legs were shaking, and he nearly fell after he came. She un-wrapped her legs as he lowered her to her feet. Her knees were jelly.
"Damn…Jennifer!" It was all he could say.
"Yeah…that's one to cross off my list."
"You have a list?"
He led her into the bed room. The bed was unmade, except for the mattress cover. He grabbed a comforter, and pulled off his shirt. She followed suit, and joined him on the bed.
"Yeah…it's my "sexual to do list" that was number seventeen."
He gaped at her, his mouth hanging open. She giggled and said, "You're catching flies honey!"
"Now, why don't we break in the bed, that is if you "up" for round two."
She began to shriek with laughter, as he pulled the comforter over their heads, and began to tickle her. The food remained untouched for some time.