Disclaimer: See chapter 1

A/N: The song quote is from "If You Say My Eyes Are Beautiful" composed by E. Willensky. You can hear it on youtube. It is performed by Whitney Houston and Jermaine Jackson.

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"Linda Kimura, you're a trekkie!"

"Guilty as charged," the brunette beauty said as she put her head down.

"I love Star Trek. What better thing to do on a Saturday morning when you're laid up with a sprained ankle than to get lost in the adventures of the crew of the Starship Enterprise." He clicked the remote that turned on the television, then opened the tray of the blue ray player. What's your favorite episode?" he asked.

"The Deadly Years," Linda replied.

"Great choice, season two, episode twelve; that's the one where the landing party all get infected with a disease causing rapid aging and senility. Everybody gets it except Chekov and they end up using adrenalin as the cure. How like you to be interested in one that has a viral agent infecting everybody."

"What's your favorite then," she asked.

"Wolf in the Fold," Reid told her.

"Uh huh, that's the one where they go on shore leave and these murders keep occurring. The Rigelians think Scotty's a Jack the ripper type serial killer. Now how did I know you'd be interested in that one?"

"Yeah, well hold on before you pull something from patting yourself on the back," Reid said, popping the DVD in the tray, "luckily they're on the same disc." He stood and came to the couch sitting cross legged and recited with the voice on the screen, "Space… the final frontier…" while Linda shook her head and smiled.

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"His car's not in his space in his parking lot," Garcia said into her cell. "I stopped by to see how the date went and if he's still talking to me but his car's not here."

"Maybe he's out Garcia. Did you ever think of that?" Emily said as she sorted her laundry.

"All the places he goes are in the neighborhood. He usually walks to the market, the library and the movie theater."

"Well Garcia, I'm stumped. Now if you'll excuse me, I have laundry to do," Emily said tersely. "Bye Garcia," she flipped her cell closed.

Damn, Garcia thought as she made a right and continued down the street and passed Tanaka of Tokyo. I need to know what hap…"Well, will you look at that."

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"That feels better," Linda said as she made her way back to the couch. "Thanks for helping me with the stairs. I needed that shower and a change of clothes." She now wore a royal blue shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans.

"No problem, thanks for letting me use your shower." Reid said as he made sure the pillow was once again placed under her ankle after she had rewrapped the ace bandage and situated herself on the couch. "The swelling's going down a bit I think."

"Uh hmm, it feels a bit better. What's this?" She reached over to grab a clipboard that was sitting on the gold leather ottoman that served as a coffee table.

"That's noth…" Reid tried to get it before she did but was ultimately unsuccessful.

Linda studied the pencil drawing Reid had done. "It's me," she couldn't hide the surprise in her voice.

"I…uh…did it while you were in the shower. It's not very good. It doesn't do you justice," Reid squeaked and blushed while he seemed to find the floor exceedingly interesting.

"It's beautiful," tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "You made me look so beautiful."

"You are beautiful," he looked into her eyes. "You are beautiful," he whispered. There, he'd done it now; he'd just gone and blurted it out. Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut for once?

Linda looked at the drawing of herself. Her hair was down around her shoulders but it was the eyes that captured her. You could see the intensity of her feelings. Was that how she looked when she gazed at him? Was it that obvious to everyone? The words of a song she loved sprang into her mind.

If you say my eyes are beautiful

It's because they're looking at you

And if you could only see yourself

You'd feel the same way too

You could say that I am a dreamer

Who's had a dream come true

If you say my eyes are beautiful

It's because they're looking at you

"I…uh…don't know what to say." She blinked back the threatening tears.

"You don't have to say anything. I thought I would have it out of the way before you saw it. I'm sorry."

"Sorry, this is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me, not to mention you coming here and looking after me. I'm the one who should be sorry."

"Why would you be sorry," Reid's eyes narrowed.

This could definitely send him running but she had to tell him the truth. She owed him that much. Linda cleared her throat, "I kept you in the hospital longer than I needed to and I purposely drew out your sick leave." She looked down at her hands that were wringing themselves together. Reid said nothing. "I just told everybody who thought you should be going home that I was being extremely cautious but I really just didn't want to let you go. I was afraid to sign your return to work because I worried that something might happen to you. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you," she said tearfully. "I guess you've probably figured out that I'm crazy about you. I'm sorry."

Long fingers reached out and gently lifted her chin until she was looking into his expressive brown eyes. "You don't have to be sorry. Part of the reason I was so eager to get back to work was because I thought it would stop me from thinking about you twenty-four seven." Linda's eyes grew wide as Reid leaned forward and gently claimed her lips with his, reveling in their softness as they moved against each other. He could feel the moistness and taste the saltiness from the tears that had trickled down her cheeks. They moved closer, lips parting to allow the other access as they explored one another. Linda entwined her arms around his neck trying to fulfill her body's desire, no need, for a more intimate closeness. She moaned against Reid's lips, her ankle forgotten as his arms encircled her, pulling her nearer still.

Through the material of their clothing Reid could feel the softness of her breasts, made more so by the contrasting hardness of her nipples. He could feel his pants beginning to tighten with his own arousal when Linda's moan against his mouth brought him crashing back to reality. He let go and pulled away. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Here you are with a badly sprained ankle and I'm pawing you like some randy teenager."

"I don't mind," she said, leaning in to kiss him.

"No!" He backed away, "We have to stop!"