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JJ sat down heavily behind her desk, glaring at the case files before her. She hated this, having to write up all the reports on each case they solved. Picking the top one up, she swiped the rest to one side, adding to the organised chaos that was on her desk. Glancing through the file, she found she couldn't concentrate. Her thoughts kept slipping back to what she had said to Spencer. Feeling guilty at the way she treated him, she took a long sip of the coffee. However, she immediately felt even worse, realising it was exactly the way she liked it. Turning her attention back to the case files, she began to read again. However, after another five minutes of reading the same line over and over again, she gave up. Jumping up, she practically jogged out of her room. Standing on the walkway that overlooked the bullpen, she realised he wasn't at his desk.

Quickly trying to make her face look neutral, she walked at a more sedate pace down towards Morgan and Prentiss. As she approached, Morgan called out.

"Hey JJ. Got a case for us? This paperwork is getting kinda tedious!" He grinned at her, but she could see the hint of concern on his face.

"Would you quit complaining!" Prentiss quickly exclaimed. "Are you saying you'd rather we had a case? That means victims!" Morgan realised his lack of tact, and the grin rapidly slipped off his face. However, JJ barely listened to their banter, and asked over his apology.

"Have you seen Reid? I need to ask him about something." The two gave her a slightly strange look, and it was Prentiss that answered.

"I think I saw him head to the toilets, about ten minutes ago. But he was coming out of your office." Muttering her thanks, JJ didn't bother to answer her unspoken question, but hurried off in the direction of the toilets. As the two watched her disappear, Morgan turned to Prentiss and raised his eyebrows.

"What was that all about?" He asked. Giving him a look that said "If you can't guess, just leave it", she glanced back at JJ's retreating back and sighed.

It wasn't until she reached the door that she realised that these were the men's toilets – she couldn't go in. As she stood, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she tried to justify barging into the room, Hotch walked past. Grabbing his arm just a little tighter than she intended to, she practically begged him, "Hotch, can you do me a favour? I need to speak to Reid. Its important, but and I think he's in the toilets. Could you go and see if he's in there, and if so get him out? Please!" Hotch looked at her, trying to work out the real reason for her odd request, but, seeing the near desperate look in her eyes, he sighed and turned into the bathroom.

As he walked in, Reid was leaning over the sink, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He was now thoroughly pissed off. He had only been trying to make sure she was ok. He knew she didn't need his help, but she usually wasn't quite so blunt. The worst of it was that he knew she was right. He didn't look well, hadn't for months now, and the team had been a silent, unobtrusive yet major source of support. Refocusing on his reflection, he took in his pale complexion, the big dark circles under his eyes, the gaunt look that enveloped his face, and realised that he needed to sort something out. He couldn't continue go days on end with minimal sleep, it was killing him slowly. He remembered the article he had read that stated that lab rats could only go between two and three weeks without sleep before it became fatal. He was in the middle of making a mental list of the medical complications long term sleep deprivation could bring about when he noticed Hotch's reflection staring at him worriedly in the mirror. Whirling round, he saw the worry that was written all over his face, and immediately felt guilty. He knew the team all had enough problems of their own, they certainly didn't need his on top of all that. Forcing a fake smile, he managed to choke out,

"Hotch, sorry, I didn't see you there! How long have you been there?"

"Not long" he replied, but his expression read "Long enough." Gulping, Reid looked away, and quickly asked,

"Is everything ok? Do we have a new case?"

"No, not a new case. JJ's outside, she wants to talk to you. Says it's urgent. But before you go, are you ok?" Hotch knew the time had passed for him to be silent. Reid blanced slightly. Even knowing the question was coming, he still didn't know how to answer. The information that JJ had sent Hotch in to look for him had made his brain go fuzzy, and he found himself garbling for a reply.

"Eh, yea, I mean, no, em, no, no, I'm fine. Yea, I'm fine. Fine. Thanks though. So, I'd, em, I'd better go, see what JJ needs." With that finally stuttered out, he quickly ran from the room, colliding with JJ in his haste. Hotch stared after him, wondering what he was going to do.

JJ tried to spring out of Reid's way as he barrelled out of the toilets, but they still managed to crash into each other. At the contact, JJ suddenly felt that the room had become much smaller, and oxygen had just been removed from the air. As the temperature seemed to drop several degrees, Reid realised that he was just standing there, almost on top of her. They both jumped away from each other awkwardly, both silently cursing to themselves. Reid could feel himself blushing like a tomato, and turned his head away in embarrassment, but JJ smiled at the sight. This was more like the sweet, innocent Reid she remembered, before Georgia, before he began to waste away before her eyes. As he began to mumble his apologies, she tentatively reached out her hand, hoping he wouldn't mind. She wanted to touch him again, even if it was just for a moment.

"Hey, why are you apologising?" she chastised him gently. "If I recall right it was me that completely overreacted there. I'm so sorry, I was just grouchy. But I should never have taken it out on you." He looked up at her through the hair that had fallen over his eyes, and she raised her hand from his arm and gently tucked it behind him ear. It was only then that she realised what she was doing and quickly pulled her arm away.

"I better get back to work now" she said quietly, before turning and hurrying away. Just before she rounded the corner, she turned back to where he stood and called out,

"By the way, thanks, the coffee was just how I like it." With a small smile, she disappeared.

Thoughts were running through Reid's head in a pace even he could barely comprehend. The feel of having her in such close proximity lingered, and her smiled slightly as he replayed the feel of her hand brushing his hair out of his eyes. Oh, he had wanted to kiss her so much. But then she had come to her senses, realised what she was doing, and had hurried off. He sighed deeply in disappointment, his shoulders slumping, and he slowly moved off to complete his report on the previous case. As he entered the bullpen, he glanced up at JJ's office, but the blinds were shut, and he crossed to his desk to work

JJ watched through the cracks in her blinds as Reid walked into the bullpen. Her heart squeezed painfully as she watched him, and she mentally slapped herself for her actions. She was sure he would avoid her now, and all because she couldn't control herself. But, she had never felt so turned on by simply touching someone's hair before. However, she knew she had never felt like this about anyone else either. As she watched him settle down and begin his work, she desperately wished she could see what was going on in that brilliant mind of his. Groaning in frustration, she slumped down at her desk and desperately began to plod through the pile of paperwork that awaited.

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