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Kiss me

The train was full when Emily climbed aboard for the morning commute. She took three steps toward the front and realized to her dismay that she'd managed to pick the same car as Reid. It was just what she hoped to avoid.

She decided to stand away from him, thankful for the crowd for once and the noise produced by it. She grabbed the strap as the train jerked to life and tried to stare at her feet rather than at Reid who was absorbed in a book again.

After about thirty seconds, she glanced up through her eyelashes to see why Reid hadn't noticed her. He was still reading his book and appeared to be utterly unaware of her. Irrationally, she wanted to stomp up to him, yank the book from his hands and shout. "Why are you ignoring me?"

Of course, she couldn't do that because he truly hadn't noticed her and it would be humiliating since the car was full of other people to play witness to the confrontation.

She dropped her eyes again and stared at her shoes. There was a wad of smashed gum just half an inch from her foot, which caught her attention as well as the scuffed, brown work shoes of the man standing next to her. She sighed and pulled her eyes up to stare at Reid and he was looking at her with a small smile that made her blood boil. He was so smug!

The train stopped and several people near Reid left the train. She elbowed her way over to him, ignoring the irritated looks and comments from other commuters, and sat down.

"Good morning Emily." He greeted cheerfully.

How could he be so damn cheerful?

"Good morning." She snapped back.

"Why are you so mad at me?" Reid asked.

"I'm not mad at you." She said, pulling off her gloves and stuffing them in her pockets as more people entered the train car.

"Yes you are," he corrected. "You're still upset about last night.

It was my prize. I'm happy with it."

"If I thought you were just interested in a quick peck on my cheek because we're friends and you wanted a little more, I'd be okay, but that's not what that was about and you know it. You did that on purpose."

"You want to argue about that or talk about why you're so mad." Reid asked. "It's your choice."

"You're right; it is petty of me to complain about your prize. You made your point. Just know that the gloves are off now and this is far from over."

Two women sat across the aisle from them. They both looked over at Reid and Emily then back to each other. They giggled and Emily clenched her lips together so hard they went white.

"I'm not afraid of you." Reid said confidently as the train began to slow.

"Oh I think I can wipe that smirk off your face. It's our stop." She reminded him as if he needed it.

The train stopped with a clash, she grabbed her bag and stood up. "See you in the bullpen."

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Reid was on his way back to his desk from the men's room and minding his own business when Emily rounded the corner in the opposite direction.

"Hey Reid," she said cheerfully and had him staring at her.

Her former irritation with him had disappeared in the last three hours it seemed. She smiled at him and little tingles shot through his stomach against his will. Perhaps he'd been too hard on her with his little stunt on the plane.

"Hi Emily."

"Would you help me for a minute?" She asked.

He gulped. "Why?"

"The copy machine is out of paper and I need to make a couple of copies of evidence reports for Hotch. There's a box in the supply room, but I can't carry it all."

He just stood there staring at her. "Why don't you ask Morgan?" He wondered numbly.

"He disappeared into Garcia's office. If I wait for them to stop flirting I'll be here till doomsday." She joked.

"Actually, no one really knows when doomsday will be. In fact, at the end of every century there've been cults of doomsayers that believed the world would end. There was the Y2K panic and on December 21 2012, the Mayan calendar ends. Many people believe that's when we'll have the Apocalypse. I was reading -"

"Reid!" She grabbed his arm. "You're babbling."

He gulped and pulled his arm from her grasp. He hadn't babbled like that in awhile, which wasn't good, in his opinion.

"Sorry… Um, let's go get that paper."

She was grinning at him and any control he thought he had over her slipped though of his hands water through sand. He tried to smile back, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate and lift into a curve.

He followed her down the hall and despite his misgivings about what had just happened there in the hallway, he found he couldn't stop looking at her.

She wore black jeans with a sapphire blue, scooped neck long sleeve sweater that hugged her curves in a way that made his heart thump. A gold belt circled her waist and her hair was down around her shoulders in waves. He liked her high-heeled black boots; they made her legs look like some of the models he'd seen in fashion shows on the news. She smelled liked flowers in springtime, which had his hands shaking like mad. He breathed in deep to calm down, but only made it worse as more of her scent assaulted his nose.

"Wake up." She said with a smirk.

He saw that they'd found the small supply room. He nodded and followed her inside the room.

It was a square room with metal shelves stacked with boxes of pens, paper clips, pushpins and legal writing pads in yellow. Along the far wall stood stacks of the boxes, which held the copy paper, interoffice envelopes, sticky pads and labels?

He edged in front of Emily and pulled the top off on a big box of paper. "Do we need all of this?" He squeaked.

"No… This box has ten reams at 500 sheets apiece. There's room in the storage space for six and I need one to add to the copier."

He nodded and reached into the bright blue box and pulled out four reams of paper. It wasn't heavy, but sort of slippery and unwieldy. One ream nearly fell out of his arm and he could see why Emily needed help. She gathered three more reams into her arms and preceded him out of the room.

He followed her out of the storage area and down the hallway to the copy room. It was a big room with two copy machines and a fax machine in one corner. It appeared that one machines was out of order and as Emily had said, the other was out of paper.

"Thanks…" Emily said as the stacked their reams of paper on a small table.

"Ah… You're welcome; um I should get back to work.

The room was too quiet and it smelled too much of paper and the perfume that Emily wore. All of it made him feel like he wanted to jump out of his skin.

"Please don't go." She stepped closer to him. "I wanted you to know that I'm sorry for this morning. I had no right to come down on you like I did."

"It's okay. I -"

She took another step closer and touched his face. He closed his eyes as her fingertips caressed his cheek. He sighed like a child tucked into his mother's arms on a cold winter night.

He couldn't step away from her because her touch made his stomach tingle in a way that pushed everything else out of his mind. His eyes fluttered open when her lips touched his mouth. There was something different about this kiss. It wasn't like the others driven by need, or by the possibility that they'd never see each other again. It was the kind of kiss he always wanted to have with her, soft, arousing and warm like the sun.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer as his eyes shut. Her mouth opened under the pressure of his kiss as he took control of the embrace.

Emily's hands slid up his back and tangled in his hair. His tongue battled with hers for dominance. Little tingles pushed out from his stomach to his back and up his spine standing the hair up on his neck.

He broke the kiss when his brain succeeded in overcoming the pure, primal desire that pumped in his blood. He pushed back and nearly ran from the room.

"Reid?"

He saw the confusion in her eyes, but he couldn't think of anything to say to make it go away. All he could think about was getting out of that room, so he fled, leaving her standing there staring after him.