A/N:I'm so glad I got this posted, cause I thought I would run out of time. All facts have the possibility of being incorrect, so I wouldn't use them in a report or anything....

Let me know if I got Emily in character, or anyone else out of character.

Disclaimer:I don't own Criminal Minds or the characters, etc, etc. Too bad for me:,(

E.P.O.V.,Coffee Room, 8:01

"How are you holding up?"I asked Reid gently. My heart ached at the very thought of Christmas. Seeing him like that hurt more then anything I thought possible.

He blushed deeply and looked at the ground before answering roughly,"I'm sorry about Saturday."

"Reid,"I waited until he met my eyes. How could he not understand that he could do anything and I would still love him? He finally looked up and I continued,"Never be sorry that you needed help. It isn't something to be ashamed of."

Reid was about to speak when Hotch came in. Hotch looked between the both of us and I wanted to say,'Yeah, thats right. Leave.' But I didn't. Hotch got his coffee as quickly and quietly as possible and left silently.

Reid glanced out to the bullpen and his gaze was instantly filled with pain. I saw her a second after he did. Thats when I knew that she was the one he had been talking about. That knowledge hurt. It hurt really bad.

He didn't run straight to her like I thought he would. Instead he glanced to me first, as if asking if he could. Then he rushed to her, leaving me wondering what that was about.

Why would he look to me before running to her? Now that I thought about it, I couldn't beleive I hadn't noticed before. He had always been there for JJ after the hard cases. He always had this look, a hard look to spot, but none the less, a look that gave him away. Was I the only one that knew? Or was I the only one who hadn't seen it sooner?

I took a deep breath. Would I be able to work with JJ the same way after this?

"Prentiss, could you file this for me?"Hotch asked, bringing me out of my thoughts and back into reality. He held a file out for me to take.

"Of course."I nodded once,"When do you need it by?"

"Tomorrow evening."Hotch answered. He disappeared into his office again.

I will not let this get into the way, I made myself promise on the way to my desk, I will act like this didn't happen.

Re.P.O.V., 5:23, BAU Bullpen

Yeah, I though to myself, Thats it. I was subconsciously asking her permission to move away from the conversation. I owe her, so it would make sense.

"Hey Pretty Boy."Morgan greeted as he came over to my desk.

"Hey."I answered back quietly.

"Are you alright?"His tone was dead serious now,"You've been acting weird for a couple weeks. No mind numbing statistics."

We broke into a smile at the last sentence.

"Coulrophobia is the fear of clowns."I said with a smirk. He laughed and shook his head.

"Tell me something I don't know."He said.

"You knew that?"I countered.

"Thats not the point. Give me somthing random."

I closed my eyes in deep thought. I smiled to myself when the perfect thing came to me.

"The word 'queue' is the only English word thats prounced the same way with or without the last four letters in it."I replied. Morgan shook his head again and grinned.

"I got Hotch to come with us to dinner!"Garcia gushed excitedly as she ran to us.

"Thats my girl. See? All he needs is a little persuasion."

Garcia was about to reply, but I beat her to it,"Dinner? What are you talking about?"

"I asked you earlier, didn't I?"They gaze fell on me now. I nodded once it came back to me. I had been busy witth paperwork, so I didn't register it.

"Great, so I'll see everyone at 7?"Garcia didn't wait for an answer before going back over to JJ. I quickly moved my gaze away from her.

I felt horrible for leaving her there with Will having left her and all, but I couldn't go to her now. They would know soemthing was up, and the last thing I wanted was for someone to find out about my love for her.

What changed, I asked myself as I left the office with Morgan.

That was the question.

What changed?

Did you know that reveiws motivate a person, and that the more reveiws they get, the more they want to write?

Strange right? I never would have thought of it that way right? cough cough, heavy sarcasm, cough , cough.