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Chapter Four: Rebel Yell

What made a philosopher? What made what a person say important? Was it because they were smart? Because their grades were high? Being on the force, Bonnie Deville heard many quotes from different people, mostly Gideon was the mighty man whom would often quote someone famous. Of course just being an assistant, practically all the people she had no idea who they were.

But for her, she preferred to quote and listen to different gods, different men of the arts whom she thought said more than any old man. Yes, that is how she felt, she listened to the words of Black Sabbath and other bands, listening to what they had to say. She lived a life of screwing conformity and knowing that rules were just meant to be broken. So what was she doing working for the FBI?

Crossing her exposed legs, she typed quickly, really not aware of what she was typing. All she knew was that she had work and that it needed to be done quickly. Morgan had nicknamed her the new Garcia, convinced that she was the unusual lady's clone. But, that was just because she typed fast, what was the use in typing slow when there was just so much to do?

The force was out now, probably being hero's and saving the day while she sat in her little cubical, away from any action. Resting her chin in palm of her hand, she wondered if anyone would be angry if she started to play some music. Then again, no one was around in her department of the FBI, everyone was out and saving the day, saving poor souls from a life of suffering or no life at all.

Sitting there, Bonnie's mind began to roam. Reid still hadn't given her, her shirt back even though it had been a day or so. She had to laugh, Dr. Spencer Reid, now there was a puzzle wanting to be solved. She saw how nervous he was, how quiet he was. But what everyone failed to notice, he was just a rebel waiting to break out of his shell. She heard some of the comments he made, she knew the music he liked, he was just a misguided nerd, he needed someone to show him the way.

The poor soul was caught between being a genius and being young, a combination that was just plain horrible. He acted as if he were in his 30s when he was simply 24. Bonnie shook her head, that boy needed to gain confidence, but with Morgan always teasing him it would never happen. She thought, Reid probably felt very inferior compared to the other man, no wonder he was so shy again JJ and Elle.

Speaking of the devil, Bonnie smirked as she watched Elle and Spencer walk into the office, obviously today's conflict wasn't a big brain blaster. Though, she guessed the main office stopped bothering the BAU as much since it was so close to Christmas and the whole year they had been worked like dogs. Though she doubt she would have that privilege, she was just an assistant.

"Hey, how was the latest round about?" Bonnie asked, leaning forward.

"Just a meaningless meeting," Elle smiled, "Hey, want to go get lunch?"

Nodding, the woman stood up while throwing on her jacket, seeing the young man going back to his own cubicle. Raising an eyebrow, she cooed, "Aren't you coming?"

Reid's head shot up, not believing he was asked by the new girl, "I…I don't think I was invited."

"Well here's your verbal invitation." Bonnie smirked, motioning for him to follow the two women.

That is what the doctor did, follow the two girls around to a nearby diner. Sitting on the opposite side of the two females. He ate quietly to himself despite the fact Bonnie tried several times to include him in the conversation. In a way he was glad that they went straight back to the office afterwards and that he was able to watch the hours go by, finally having the end of the day come.

He didn't know why everyone hugged and kissed while leaving, after all they were all going to see each other the day after. His leaving ritual was simply to pack all of his belongings into his messenger bag, make sure his gun was locked and relocate his keys. Once all that was done, he simply nodded towards everyone else and made his way to the parking lot, ready to say hello to a 1989 white Honda with a crack in the bumper.

The night was young, but dark only to be lighted by streets lamps in the huge parking lot. The weather was hot but at the same time graced with a cool breeze. And there were very little cars, everyone else having left for their work was done. He tilted his head to the side though, seeing that Bonnie's black 2004 Intrepid was still there, her shift had long ended, why didn't she leave?

He could see clearly though, he could see Bonnie frustrated, a cigarette hanging from her mouth as she kicked the car several times. Raising an eyebrow, he walked forward, timidly asking, "Um, what seems to be the problem?"

Bonnie snarled, taking in a long pull and ripping the tobacco filled object from her mouth, "Damn piece of shit won't start."

Coughing, Reid stood up slightly on the tips of his toes, "Oh, well that is quite a situation."

"Know how to fix a car?"

"No and there isn't a gas station for another five blocks."

The young assistant growled, punching the door gently, "I am not pushing this for five blocks and I don't have money to pay to have it towed." She sighed, leaning against the side of the car, tucking her head in her arms.

Reid gulped, looking around hesitantly, not knowing what to say, asking on the spur of the moment, "Would you like me to drive you home?"

Bonnie turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow, "Wouldn't that be a problem? I mean I'm sure you want to get home."

"Well, it would be rude for me to just leave you here hanging."

She smiled, "Well, alright, hey we can stop at your place so I can get my shirt."

Before the young doctor knew it, he was in the driver's seat of his car, rolling along with the woman in the passenger's seat, her head laying back and eyes closed. They really didn't say anything the whole ride besides where she lived. But he could memorize easily and besides they were stopping by his place first to give her back her shirt. HE had never had a woman over his house, even if they were just co-workers.

He bit his lips gently, leading her up to the apartment he lived in, far away from anyone else, in a relatively normal looking neighborhood. Even though he thought it was shit, Bonnie couldn't be more amazed. She never saw such a neat place in her life, everything was in place with nothing out of line. The walls were a nice blue and all the furniture were silver, it may have been small, but it was sure as hell nice.

Bonnie smiled, "Nice place."

Reid gulped and nodded, "Um, want some coffee?"

"Isn't that the reason why I'm here?"

Laughing slightly, he scratched the back of his neck while leaving the living room, telling her to make herself at home. He felt like a teenager going through puberty, God he was acting so immature. She was just his co-worker, slightly different from everyone else, and in his house. Like a girl like her had anything feelings towards a man like him besides sympathy, the good guys never got a chance.

Finding the clean and folded shirt on his desk, his slender hand picked it up and made his way into the living room. There he saw her really making herself at home, shoes and jacket off and laying down with the TV on. He blinked while coughing, seeing her stand up and smile, "Y'know, I think I will have some coffee."

Reid nodded while putting the short down, "I have to brew the beans so it might take a while."

"As long as you don't go to Columbia for the beans." She smirked, walking over to him.

He laughed as she leaned on the wall, "Take off your tie, I'm making myself more comfortable than you are and this is your house."

Why was she acting this way? Was she trying to seduce him? Now why the hell would she do that? They had probably only known each other for a week and she was a rebel, he was not. Reid liked to follow the rules and not be a trouble maker, so what the hell was he doing with a girl in his house? He was over thinking this, all she was here for was her dirty shirt that he cleaned.

But, he did soon what he was told, taking the tie off and letting himself breath easier. She smirked, "See how easy that was? You look so much more relaxed now."

He had to admit, it made him feel slightly more relaxed but then again with her so close, it just made him tense up even more. Just her over all presence, the look in her eyes, he didn't know what to think, he hadn't felt this way since that one girl and even this was slightly different. What the hell was wrong with him? He was just serving coffee, probably bad coffee at that.

Turning around, he gently handed the mug in her hands, looking up and noticing something. He saw the hoops in her ears and smiled, "Those are beautiful, white gold?"

Touching her ears, she smiled and nodded, "Yea, I hate yellow gold."

Reid smiled, tucking his hands in his pockets as he watched her place her mug down. Suddenly, he could see her face getting closer, soon having her lips in hers. He was taken back to say the least, feeling her body get close to his, gently kissing his lips, massaging them gently. They were soft, probably her purple lipstick was on his lips already. But why would she kiss him? Though he wasn't complaining.

Gently touching the side of her cheeks, he returned the favor as their mouths opened, having their tongues battle with each other's momentarily. The feeling didn't last long, feeling her lips release his, a smirk of satisfaction on her face. She winked at hi, going to get her blouse and put on her shoes and jacket on. Walking over to him, Bonnie kissed the tall man's cheek, knowing what she did was right.

"I'm going to call a cab, thank you for everything."

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TC Stark: Tell me what you think please I wrote this chapter in like an hour so sorry if it's bad.