A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews for last chapter!

~Angie

They just weren't meant to happen. That was the only explanation Emily could think of. She'd no sooner pulled Reid's t-shirt out of his pants and gotten her hands on his warm skin when there was a knock on the door. It was Derek asking Reid to go to the bar with him.

"I'm not up to being your wing man tonight, Derek," he'd practically growled.

"You don't need to be," Emily had heard Derek say. "I have your roommate for that."

Reid sighed. "Look, Derek—"

"Emily, you're invited, too," Derek had said loudly.

Bastard. That had to have been payback for turning him down!

They'd flown back into Quantico on Saturday, and by mid-morning Monday, they were back on the jet again. If her whole body hadn't nearly gone up in flames when he'd kissed her, she'd doubt that it had even happened. He certainly didn't seem fazed by it. And he was the one who'd initiated it! Had she misread him? Was he more like Derek than she'd thought? Maybe he was. Well, two could play this game.

It was time for him to realize how in demand Emily Prentiss could be.

This was quite possibly the most unprofessional thing she'd ever done, but she'd formulated a plan, and there was no turning back now.

There was something magnetic about Spencer Reid, and though she tried to fight it, she was drawn to him. But she was tired of being the one to make the first move—aside from the kiss he'd planted on her while they were on their last case. But then, instead of insisting on staying in his room with her, he'd taken Derek up on his invitation and they'd ended up in a bar that was so loud they couldn't even carry on a conversation.

If he wanted her…he was going to have to come and get her. And he was damn well going to have to work for it.

The blonde fake tanned police officer from the Tallahassee, Florida was certainly laying it on thick, and while his flirting was making her skin crawl, Emily plastered a fake smile on her face and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She giggled at his next statement…even though there was notching comical about it…and watched Spencer out of the corner of her eye. His posture tensed and his hand froze for just a second, but he recovered quickly as he flipped to the next page in the packet he was studying.

"If you have a break for lunch," the officer started. "Maybe we could—"

"We don't break for lunch," Reid cut in without looking up.

Bull's eye. Prentiss suppressed a grin.

"You have to eat," the officer pointed out.

"We eat while we work," Reid shot back.

"Everyone needs a break," the officer persisted.

"Oh? Should we mention that to the victim's mothers?" Reid asked.

"I was only—"

"Yeah. I think I know what you were doing," Reid said, finally lifting his head and glaring daggers at the guy. "Eyes on the file in front of you."

"Agent Reid," Emily interrupted. "A word, please?" She grabbed his elbow and steered him away from the cluster of desks and into the nearest vacant office. "What are you doing?" she asked. She hadn't expected his reaction to be so strong.

"Working on a case," he answered.

"You were being incredibly unprofessional in there," she accused.

"Was I?" he asked disinterestedly.

"You know you were," she said firmly.

"What about you?" he asked.

"What about me?"

"Giggling. Tossing your hair over your shoulder. Those are classic signs of flirting," he informed her.

"You noticed," she said, lifting an eyebrow.

"Of course I noticed. You were being unprofessional."

"I thought maybe you'd forgotten."

Reid's eyes narrowed. "You were trying to make me jealous," he concluded.

"You've barely looked at me since that night in your hotel room. I thought maybe you'd forgotten," she admitted.

Reid gave her a look of disbelief. "Forget kissing you?" he asked. "That's not likely to happen in this lifetime." He winced. "I was trying to be professional."

"Yeah, well it came off as indifference," she told him.

Reid gave her a lopsided grin. "I'm not…indifferent to you. I tried to be," he admitted. "But I couldn't. And if Derek hadn't happened in my hotel room that night…you would know that."

"Really?" Prentiss asked, impressed by his unexpected boldness. She'd underestimated the young doctor. "And just how would you have done that?"

"You…know…exactly how I would have done that," he answered, his cheeks brightening.

She crossed her arms over her chest, finding his wavering confidence endearing. "No, I don't think I do. Because I don't think that you would just assume I'd sleep with you," she said. "I know you don't think I'm that easy."

Reid laughed nervously. "It's not about you being easy, Emily," he started.

She loved the sound of her name when he said it.

"You had my shirt un-tucked within five seconds, and your hands were all over me. If you weren't getting ready to take me to bed…then what were you doing?"

She grinned sexily at him. "You'll never know," she teased.

"I—dammitt," Reid said as his phone began to ring. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. Derek was happening…again.

"We have to go," Reid said less than thirty seconds later.

"Why?"

"We have to question Stacy Shorey's mother again."

Prentiss nodded, but as she turned to leave, Reid grabbed her by the elbow. She spun back around and looked up at him questioningly.

"But first you need to tell Officer Horny—"

"Hernandez," she corrected in amusement.

Reid ignored that. "That he can stop shopping," he finished.

"What?" Prentiss asked confused.

"You're off the market," he clarified.

"I…I am?" she asked.

He nodded in confirmation.

"What does this mean for my Friday nights?" she asked.

Reid grinned. "It means that you don't have to endure any more 'Dereks' hitting on you," he answered.

She grinned back at him. "I like that."

A/N: The prompt for this chapter was 'Reid sees Prentiss being hit on by a Local Enforcement Officer and doesn't like it.'

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