Again, as I've said on every other one I've updated tonight, it's been much too long, I had too much homework and not enough time to type, yada yada.

Enjoy!

~Sins~

Reid:

I felt myself pale when she tripped. I reached out in vain to catch her.

She landed in my lap somehow, face down. My blood rushed toward my groin even as I blushed furiously, thinking to myself, Shit!

Jaqui:

I moved enough to snag his gaze. I was certain we were both blushing like crazy.

"I-I'm so sorry!" I started getting up, but lost my balance again, catching myself with one hand that landed pretty damn close to his groin.

Which was when I realized that he was reacting to, at the very least, my proximity. I looked up at his blushing face, although I probably wore a matching one. He is so cute!

I actually succeeded in getting up the next time without falling. "Tea," I mumbled to myself as a reminder.

Reid:

I watched her go into the kitchen, all too aware of the subtle, sensual sway of her hips suddenly.

I didn't know what to do in a situation like this. I dug my cell phone out of my pocket, contemplating calling –or texting- for advice and help. I scrolled through my contacts list, contemplating.

Could I call Garcia? No, she'd never be able to look me in the eye again. What about Gideon? No, Gideon would tell me my behavior and feelings were inappropriate for the circumstance. What about Hotch? Nah, Hotch wouldn't be able to spit out the words when he realized what I was asking. JJ? No, that would just be awkward. Morgan? Yeah, he's a ladies man, but he'd never stop making fun of me. What about Prentis? Oh, God, don't even think that!

I flipped my phone closed with a sigh. Yes, I had friends. But I really didn't have any I could ask about things like this. I wasn't willing to admit my lack of skills in that area to most of them. So I decided to do the only thing I could do in my situation: pretend it hadn't happened.

Maybe then I could ease the pounding of my heart and calm my suddenly raging libido.

Jaqui:

I tried to calm my trembling as I heated the water. I couldn't believe it had happened. I was terrified of his reaction when he got past being simply shocked. I really liked him and I had just inadvertently created an incredibly awkward situation for myself.

Instead of letting myself stew over it, I calmed myself with my almost ritualistic tea-making process. Something about it soothed my frazzled nerves. Mindlessly, I went through the motions of fixing tea for myself –I usually drank two cups of it at night– inadvertently giving myself more time away from the attractive genius in my living room.

When the tea was done, I knew I'd have to face him again. So I poured the tea into two cups and headed into the living room , now more curious as to how he would react. I offered him a cup of tea and perched next to him. "It's Irish breakfast tea. I have a feeling I don't want to sleep tonight."

He took it and offered me a smile. "I've never had this type before."

"Well, I have quite a collection if you'd like something you're more familiar with," I offered.

"This is fine. Thank you." He brought the cup to his lips and took a tentative sip.

So he's going to pretend it didn't happen. It didn't surprise me. It was the most comfortable choice for either of us and both of us. That had probably influenced his choice. I took a sip of my tea and watched him.

He noticed, but he didn't say anything about it. "This is very good tea," he remarked instead.

I smiled. "It's one of my favorite kinds."

We were silent for a few minutes, but not uncomfortably so. "So, what do you do with a doctorate in accounting?" he asked, startling me a bit.

I laughed lightly. "Most teach or work at the corporate level. I've been balancing books for small businesses and taking in taxes. I also write for magazines and have a novel that will becoming out this fall." I met hi gaze. "But I'm looking for a collegiate teaching position."

"Sounds like life is full." His smile was both beautiful and unexpected.

I shrugged. "Not really. It's simple –rather, easy– for me to do things like balancing the books of a small business. I write to keep from dying of boredom. I want a more challenging career, which is why I want to teach."

"It's not for the summers off?" he teased.

"Nope, it's for the hot college boys," I returned, smiling to let him know I was joking. "Not that I'd know what to do with one if I managed to snag him, but still."

Reid:

She was such a wonder. Timid, unassuming, incredibly attractive, sweet, and way too hard on herself. I wasn't sure what I would come across next. She left me at a loss for words, but I enjoyed simply existing with her.

Her voice had gone flat in reply to my joke. She had about as much experience as I did, but probably more. I could feel her mood falling as she found fault in herself.

"I hear it all goes to instinct after that," I told her. It wasn't as if I had any experience at all in that area. But I wanted to push her past that spot where she'd lost confidence, even if it resulted in a few awkward questions to me. I wanted to see her smile again, so it would totally be worth it to me.

Jaqui:

I picked up on the way he said it. "Who do you hear this from?" I asked, a smile pulling at the edge of my lip. He had to know how the remark would reflect upon himself. It proved to me that Doctor Spencer Reid had a tender heart. Oh, and that I wasn't the only virgin in the room.

A light blush rose to his cheeks even as he smiled. I wasn't sure why he smiled, but it made him look so handsome it took an effort not to touch him. "Morgan."

I cracked a smile. "The black guy who was covertly checking me out this afternoon?"

"That would be him," he confirmed

''He strikes me as a player, the type you never see with the same girl twice. I wonder why, though."

He looked at me with new eyes, a startled look in his.

"I always wonder why people are the way they are," I said, shrugging. "I don't know why, really, but I don't question my instincts, either."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I took one look at... oh, I don't know his name... black suit, dark hair, dark eyes, seems to be in charge..."

"Hotch. Erm, Agent Hotchner," he filled in.

"Yeah, okay. Anyway, I took one look at Agent Hotchner and my instincts screamed 'family man',"

"He has a son," he confirmed.

"My instincts also told me I never wanted to be on his bad side." I smiled. "So I'll try not to commit any serial crimes. My instincts tell me little things like that. Like the other agent... also seems in charge... he kinda seems to mother you guys..."

"Gideon."

"Agent Gideon made my instincts turn tail and run. The mothering is feminine, but he's very secure in his masculinity. He really didn't like holding that gun, but he was comfortable with it."

"You do know you're roughly profiling everyone you meet, right?"

"I never thought about it like that, but I guess I am."

He smiled. "So what do your instincts say about me?"

I closed my eys and thought for a moment. "Intelligent. Young. Not comfortable with a gun, but efficient enough with it. Slightly socially awkward. Close to the others in the team, especially Agent Gideon and Agent Morgan." I thought for a few moments more. "The shadows in your eyes say you've seen too much bad and not enough good. You're usually worried about something, and you don't smile near as often as you should. And the shadows beneath your eyes say you don't sleep very well." I opened my eyes and looked at him. "How did I do?"

He gave me a stunned look. "All that from looking at me for a few seconds?"

I shrugged. "You were more interesting to me than the others. So how close am I?"

"Right on the nose," he murmured.

I flashed him a smile. "So what does your experience as a profiler tell you about me?"

Yes, she did just throw down the gauntlet, lol. This should get rather interesting, no?

So what will he see in her? REVIEW and tell me what you think!