A/N So sorry for my faithful readers. My laptop broke about a week after my last post, bringing my muse along with it. I recently have gotten a new one, but my muse is only slowly returning. Please forgive if this is boring, but I felt that an update was necessary. Please don't leave or hate me for this chapter. I promise it will get better!

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal minds or anything you recognize.

Spencer was confused. He was unsure of what had happened when Emily had kissed him I the dare. He was a genius. He was not supposed to be confused. He wasn't used to it, and never would be. He strait out hated it. He wanted to know things again, and to understand everything. Sure, he was troubled in love and that field, but he wasn't troubled in profiling, and for the first time, he didn't know what was going on with his team. This was wrong, and was not supposed to happen. Never.

Reid decided that he had enough to drink. He had enough senses to know that much. "I'm gonna' go back to my room," he said, a slight drawl in his voice from the alcohol.

At that moment, Emily decided to fall out of her chair. It was an accident, and everyone burst out laughing... except for Spencer who was unsure what his reaction was. He didn't know if he should be happy or worried. She popped her head up with a huge grin on her face, too drunk to be embarrassed about what had just happened.

"I think that's a sign you should go too princess," Morgan advised.

Emily pulled up looking a little mad at the comment. "Fine..." she muttered, and grabbed Reid arm sleeve to pull him with her to the elevator. Reid, of course, struggled. He didn't care that Emily was pulling him, it was more of where she was pulling him. He hated elevators ever since him and Morgan had gotten stuck in one. "Come one!" Emily said in an irritated tone.

Reid finally gave in and followed slowly. He looked behind him, and saw a smiling team. They knew why he was uncomfortable, and seemed to be enjoying his pain.

When the elevator stopped on the fourth floor, Emily pulled Reid along with her. She had a clear path. Her room. She didn't care that Reid didn't understand, or that he was struggling. She wasn't even sure if she cared about what she thought. It wasn't like she could think strait. That was the wonder of alcohol.

"What are you doing Emily?" Reid asked.

"You'll find out," Emily muttered. She didn't know, but she didn't care. This would go where it went. She stopped in front of her room, and without letting go of the struggling Reid, she opened the door.

The effects of the last drink Reid had consumed were starting to kick in, and he soon lost his thoughts just as Emily had done.

Emily pulled Reid into her room, and wasn't aware of the fact that he wasn't doing anything against her own force. Once near one of the dressers, she turned him around to face her. "I told you I would finish that later, and I'm not one to lie," she said lowly, and planted a kiss on Reid's lips.

Emily opened her eyes, and was instantly aware of a body lying next to her. Oh god, what did I do last night? she thought. The most reasonable explanation would be that she brought some random guy to her hotel room, but she was afraid to look. She could feel the sheets on her skin, confirming her worst fears. She had done something last night that she would most likely never remember, but always know what it was.

The mysterious man rolled over in his sleep, and Emily almost just when she saw who it was. Reid. She heard a knock on a door somewhere down the hallway.

"Come one Reid. We need to get up," an annoyed Morgan was saying. "Don't make me break the door down and force you to wake up."

Emily scrambled out of the bed and into the bathroom. Her room was the next one someone would be knocking on the door for its occupant.

As Emily pulled on a random pair of pants, se heard Morgan heading toward her room. She quickly pulled a tank-top on, and walked out of the bathroom, just in time for the knock. She opened the door to Morgan.

"You know where Reid is?" Morgan asked.

"No idea," Emily lied easily.

Morgan tilted his head to an angle, and a grin spread across his face. "Emily Prentiss get some lovin' last night?" he asked.

"I hope not. The man's not even close to attractive, and I don't know who the hell he is," Emily said, making sure to make it so that Morgan couldn't profile her.

"Shame. I thought you might have finally found someone. You only had ten drinks last night," Morgan teased.

"I need to finish getting ready if you want me to be able to leave," Emily said, and with that, closed the door on Morgan. There was no way he was going to figure out that Spencer Reid was in her bed.

A/N Sorry if that was too short. :/ Updates might be slow, not sure. I'm feeling like complete crap right now because flu season has come early to where I live. I'm hoping I don't have the flu, but I'm not sure. I for sure won't be updating tomorrow though. Until next time.

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