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A/n here Reid's POV. I've been tempted by a couple of people to continue so I'm leaving this unfinished in case the muse decides to inspire me. If not, well... It's been fun. I love this pairing. Thanks for all your support.

Have you been a naughty boy, Dr. Reid?

"Hey Reid," Morgan prodded the young man hard in the shoulder.

"Stop it!" Reid ducked away from Morgan's hand. "I'm trying to work."

"Work can wait…" Morgan leaned up against Reid's desk. "There're more important things to worry about, like why Prentiss just ran out of here."

"She did?" Reid looked around as if he had missed something obvious.

"Yes! Didn't you see her jump out of her chair when I asked her if she saw something she liked?"

Reid looked up to see Morgan cross his arms and wink at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You didn't see how she was looking at you just now."

"No!"

"I don't believe you."

"She doesn't look at me any special way, except when I beat her at cards and she wonders if I cheated. It's not cheating if you're counting cards. It's all about manipulating the odds and probabilities to your advantage." Reid said, hoping his friend couldn't see the heat he felt in his face.

"Try telling that to Vegas." Morgan said. "I think you're lying through your teeth and trying to distract me. It won't work."

Emily chose that moment to walk back into the bullpen. Reid noticed a few drops of water on her face dripping down over her pink cheeks. He hadn't noticed her blushing. Is that what Morgan had meant? He had noticed her watching him, but… Women didn't think about him that way. He had many female friends who confided in him all the time, but no girlfriends.

"Hey Prentiss… I was just asking Reid if he happened to notice you staring at him. He's trying to wiggle out of it."

"Keep your voice down Morgan." She snapped under her breath. "It's none of your business what I do or who I look at."

"So you're not denying it?" Morgan smirked as she took her place behind her desk.

"No… The last time I checked, it's not against the law to lose focus and concentration."

"I think there's more to it than that." Morgan shook a finger between Reid and Emily.

"Think all you want. Get off my desk." Emily picked up a file and smacked him across the back. "I'm sure you have something better to do than torment me and Reid."

"Not really!"

"Morgan!"

"I'm going back to my desk, but I'm keeping an eye on you."

Emily looked around at the bullpen scowling at anyone that wasn't engrossed in his or her work. Her dark eyes flashed, bringing more heat to Reid's face as he watched her make the eavesdropping agents drop their eyes to work with just a look. She had such fascinating eyes. He always noticed people's eyes because you could learn a lot from the eyes. Someone said the eyes are the window to the soul. If that were so, then Emily must have the deepest, most beautiful soul in the world.

He was startled out of his thoughts by her voice. "You okay Reid?"

"What? Oh yeah… I was just thinking about this string of bank robberies in Chicago. The pattern's a little weird."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out. You always do." She smiled at him and he felt the blood rush out of his head to his stomach at the approval in her eyes.

"Thanks…"

She dropped her eyes to her file and something in his chest hurt at the loss. Stop it and concentrate! He ordered his brain.

He went back to his file, but he couldn't get his brain to tune out distraction. A pair of beautiful dark eyes kept popping up in his brain. He reached over for his coffee, hoping the caffeine would help. Instead, it had cooled to the point of tasting like battery acid. He resisted the urge to spit it out and get up for more.

Had she really been looking at him in a new way? He risked a look up at her, but she was working with her eyes on her file. Her dark hair fell past her face obscuring her right cheek so that he could only see part of her mouth. He swallowed hard when she pursed her lips in concentration. More blood rushed into his face and made his head go very light.

The lines of a song he'd heard when Morgan dragged him to a club suddenly pushed into his head. "See these shackles baby, I'm your slave. I'll let you whip me if I misbehave."

Why had that popped into his head? She'd never given him reason to think she'd be a dominatrix, but the thought had possibilities. He watched her read her file, as she twisted her pen around in her fingers. What if she got up and came around to his desk? He could see her dressed in a leather corset with a short skirt, high-heeled leather boots and a riding crop.

"Have you been a naughty boy Dr. Reid?" She said, sitting on the edge of his desk while putting one boot up so that the skirt rode up just high enough for him to see the tops of her creamy thighs encased in fishnet stockings.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Reid." She snapped the riding crop down on the desk.

He couldn't take his eyes off her thighs until she reached down and pulled his face up to look at her straight in her fathomless eyes. "Pay attention bad boy."

"Um…" His heart rate jumped into overdrive and his hands began to shake. "Yeah… I've been bad."

"Do you know what happens to bad little boys?"

"N -no…"

Her fingers tightened painfully around his face as her lips, painted scarlet lowered down to his mouth. His eyes closed. "Reid!" she said in Morgan's voice.

He jerked, looked up from Emily to Morgan who stood smirking at him. "I've been calling you for five minutes."

"No you weren't," Reid argued. "I looked at the clock when Emily came in. It's only been two minutes since she sat down."

He made his eyes stay off Emily even though he could sense that she was staring at him as Morgan teased him.

"Trust you to know the time to the exact second."

"Give it a rest Morgan." Emily snapped.

"Not until you admit something's in the air." Morgan said with some glee.

Emily stood up and confronted Morgan directly despite the fact that five other people weren't making any effort to hide their curiosity. "They only thing I sense in the air is a load of crap from you."

"Oh… that wasn't very nice at all Prentiss."

"Too bad for you," she put a hand on his chest and pushed him back. "Get out of here. I'd like to finish my work without any more comments from the peanut gallery."

"Fine… but this isn't over. Not by a long shot." He smiled at her and went back to his desk.

Reid immediately turned his face back to his files. Just concentrate, you can do it.

He let a few minutes lapse before he looked up. Emily was staring at him. He didn't realize he was licking his lips as she smiled. She had such a bright smile. Too bad she wasn't wearing the scarlet lipstick she favored at the clubs.

"You okay Reid?" She whispered to him.

"Um… Yeah… I was just thinking."

"You think too much. You should just go with your gut." She winked at him and looked back at her file.

She picked up her phone and called some LEO while he tried to clear his head of her last words. Was it an invitation, or just an observation? She finished her call and started making notes in her file as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

She's leaving it up to you. What are you going to do?

Take a chance. The worst that could happen was that she'd slap him or hit him with a sexual harassment suit.

He managed to get through the rest of the day on sheer force of will. Morgan finally left at five. He'd been bragging about his hot date even though no one was listening. "Since you won't join me at the club," he said to Reid. "I guess you're on your own."

"Thank God!" Reid said.

He packed up his bag ten minutes later and headed for the elevator. "Hey wait up Reid." Emily said.

He put out a hand to stop the elevator. She got in and stood there without talking until they reached the garage. "So I'll see you later." She broke off and went to the right while he continued to the end of the concrete parking enclosure.

Suddenly, the thought of another weekend alone became unbearable. "Emily…" He yelled back, his voice joined the echoes of his feet as he hurried back to her.

She looked up from unlocking her car. "What is it Reid?"

"Was Morgan right, or was he just trying to get to me?" He had both his hands in his pockets with his fingers crossed.

"I'm not sure I know what you're asking." She said coyly.

"Look, this was a bad idea. I'll just go. Forget I said anything." He turned back for his car only to be stopped by her hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry Reid. I know what you're asking. I'm just a little out of my depth here. I really like you so -"

"You do!" His voice went up three octaves.

"Yes… I was humiliated when Morgan noticed so I overreacted a little."

"Oh… Well what should we do? I like you too."

He wanted to drop into a hole in the ground, as his face got flaming hot again. He should have more control over his blushing reflex. Hotch never blushed. He'd never seen Rossi do it either. As for Morgan -"

"Hey… I'm sorry." She still held onto his arm and now she gave it a gentle squeeze. "Why don't we have dinner for starters? The rest will come in time…if you want it to."

"Yeah I do." Her perfume was making his head spin a little which he hoped to blame on his next comment. "Do you happen to have any fishnet stockings?" He asked her, proud that he spoke without stuttering.

Emily's eyebrows went up. "No… Should I buy a pair?"

"If y-you want too. I mean if you think you should, um…" He trailed off and stared at the car instead of her face.

"I think there's a side of you we've never seen." She returned to opening the door of her car. "I look forward to exploring it."

He gulped… Well, he'd been the one to make the first move. "Me too…" He squeaked, unable to talk further.

"How about that dinner at my place? Is eight o'clock tonight okay?" She asked.

"I'll be there at seven-forty-five."

"You are eager aren't you? If you're lucky I might just wear fishnets."

She got into the car and drove away leaving him gaping after her. Stuff like this only happened in the movies to geeky guys like him, didn't it. Still, his shoulders went up straight. He actually had a date with an older, beautiful and sexy woman. Maybe nice guys didn't finish last after all.