A/N: That felt like a while between updates! Hope you like it :D Just so everyone knows I am slowly bringing the story to a close so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, CBS does! I own Cameron though

Reid tried to stifle a yawn as he taped some cardboard boxes into good packing form. He decided to get a jump start on assembling boxes while Cameron caught up on some much needed sleep. On second thought, he wished he was in there sleeping too. But after their romantic encounter he felt restless just lying there.

Cameron woke after an hour-long nap and peeked around the corner. She slipped quietly into the kitchen and stood behind him. She tried not to laugh as she stuck her hands up the back of his shirt. He jumped up, "Cameron! Your hands are freezing!"

She smiled coyly, "Do you want me to move them?"

He turned around and his cheeks reddened, though, to be honest, he actually liked her playful way of teasing him.

She boosted herself onto the counter, "So you've been hard at work while I was asleep. Sorry about that… I didn't realize how tired I was."

"Don't worry about it. Anyways all the boxes are assembled and all you have to do is pack up everything."

"I think I'm going to donate some of the stuff to Goodwill. I don't need all of this anymore." Cameron knew that part of moving on meant keeping things that reminded her of Connor, like her photo albums and his favorite books and toys and art he made for her. But she knew that she would not do anyone any good by bringing everything he'd ever touched with her.

Together they started packing up supplies from the kitchen with the radio playing quietly in the background.

All of Reid's doubts from earlier we surfacing again and he began to question his actions. "Cameron, do you…" Reid coughed into a clenched fist.

Cameron smiled and rolled her eyes, "Spence, I don't regret what happened tonight."

Reid's voice got squeaky, "You don't?"

"Wait a second, do you?" Cameron crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"No, no. Of course not, I'm just worried about Monday… and us working together."

"What is there to worry about?" Cameron thought about it for a moment, "The FBI is bound to have rules about this, right?"

"There are a few guidelines, it just goes against the policy."

Cameron shrugged, "But they can't get upset if the relationship existed before I joined the bureau right?"

Reid squinted, "I'm not sure… I guess not. But Hotch is our boss and he pretty much has his say in whatever happens within the team."

Cameron scrunched her nose, "I wouldn't worry about Aaron, I mean he's human and I can't see him interfering in a perfectly good relationship without an urgent reason." Cameron paused, her loyalty lies with him anyways. "I'll leave, if it becomes a problem." Reid was about to protest when she held a finger to his lips, "Which it won't."

"Cameron, hey…wake up."

"Hmmm, please go away."

"You have to go meet the director of the FBI today remember? You're going to be late."

"What? You were supposed to wake me up!"

"I know, but I feel asleep editing this article and forgot to set the clock."

Cameron glanced at the clock and sprung out of bed, "I can't believe this! How awful is it going to look if I'm late?"

Reid sat on the bed, "Don't worry, if you get ready fast you probably won't be late."

Cameron was already in the bathroom brushing her teeth. When she showed up at Quantico two weeks ago, the team was in shock. As for how open they were to her as the new member, only time would tell. She spent the past two weeks taking tests and qualifications and today was her first official day with the BAU.

Cameron and Spencer never formally discussed it but on Sunday night, when they got back from New York, she moved into his house. They both went to the office at the same time, unless he was on a case, but he would always wake her up. But today she had to go in early to see the director at 8:30 and he was supposed to set the clock, but obviously didn't.

Cameron pulled a suit and a purple blouse out of the closet and quickly began pulling on her clothes. "How do I look?" Reid just smiled and flung a ponytail holder at her, which she used to pull her hair back. She ran out of bedroom, shoes in hand, but she quickly hurried back and knelt beside Reid on the bed. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with a passion that seemed abnormal for someone who was on their way to a stressful meeting. He pushed her bangs out of her eyes and smiled nervously, "See you at work."

She hopped off the bed and on her way out the door called, "Please bring me some coffee for the briefing!" He waited for the slam of the front door and the sound of her pulling out of the driveway.

For Reid the changes that Cameron brought were blessings for him, he couldn't help smile whenever she spoke. Even sometimes when he wasn't doing well, he'd still smile inwardly. But this made him question how long it would take for the others to find out about their relationship. They weren't 'hiding' it, but bringing it up just seemed awkward for now.

He really did feel bad for forgetting to set the alarm clock, but mostly he was relieved she'd gotten a full night's sleep, for the first time in a long time. He felt some anxiety over their first official day working together. So far the only team member she had contact with was Garcia and a little bit with J.J. The rest of them had been busy working on a few cases the past two weeks. It may sound crazy, but he had worried a lot about leaving her alone while he was on a case. And, not to his surprise, when he got back she looked like she'd barely been sleeping.

Reid headed downstairs and made himself some coffee. His recovery had been very slow going and he knew it was incredibly lucky that Cameron had all the patience in the world. Mind you, she seemed to need him equally. It was give and take with them, whenever one needed the other, they always seemed to be there.

He knew in his mind that the feelings he had for her were not those of a crush. He didn't know what it was like to be in love, but he did know about loving a person. He certainly loved Cameron, right? She had a few quirks, that might bother other people, like sitting cross-legged on the floor when they watched movies, or eating dry cereal right out of the box, or the way she clacked her teeth together when she was nervous. But those things little things drove him crazy in all the right ways.

Yeah, he loved her. There was no questioning this. His obsessively analytical mind was constantly trying to search her body language for signs of reciprocation. And you know what? He saw them and he felt them and he didn't need mathematical certainty like he normally did.

This time he had something better.

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