So it all came down to this. A standoff. How perfectly stereotypical.

Jeremy Gray was currently holding the youngest Dubay at gun point and nothing the team was trying was working. There was no place for snipers or to even surround him and the bastard was using the poor kid as a human shield.

"Gray, you don't want to do this." Hotch tried once more.

"The hell I don't!" Gray laughed.

"Let the kid go, Gray." Rossi demanded.

"Shut up."

Everyone's eyes were on Briana. What the hell had she just said?

"Seriously," She continued, sounding like a teenager, "Who the hell are you to tell him what to do?"

She could feel Gray's eyes on her. Watching her, testing her. It was now or never.
"I mean honestly," she started again; "The freaking government said he wasn't raising his kids right. Why is it their place to judge him? And then these stuck up people, what? Are they better than him? What the hell do they know about raising kids that he doesn't?"

The young child, Tommy, could feel the bad man's grip loosen. With the agility only someone of his age possessed, Tommy broke away from the stranger's hold and sprinted towards his parents- who were standing on the sidelines with tears in their eyes. He was in his mom's death-hug and craned his neck to watch the buff, black agent handcuff the terrifying man. He then looked towards the pretty girl; the one had distracted the bad guy. The other agents were smiling at her and telling her something- probably that she did a good job. She did. She helped him get away.

Tommy struggled against his mother's grip and told her and his father that he'd be right back. He ran up to the pretty girl and wrapped his arms around her hips- hey, he was only so tall.

"Thank you." He whispered.

He felt her run her hand through his hair as she whispered back with an obvious smile, "It was my complete and total pleasure."

The team had gotten home- to the BAU, that is- around eight o'clock at night. Give two hours to mindless paperwork and twenty minutes to commute, and Spencer didn't get home until about ten thirty. Briana had offered him a ride back to the apartment building when she left around nine forty-five, but he had declined, spewing some garbage about having to meet some supervisor. In all actuality, he just didn't want to be alone with her.

It had been a week since the almost kiss in his hotel room, and they have yet to have the time to talk about it- focusing on the case, then doing nothing but paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork. But this didn't bother Spencer- the no talking, not the paperwork; he hated the paperwork. He really didn't want to talk about it. He was ungodly embarrassed for one, it was just a bad idea career wise and frankly, it was way to forward. He was really hoping that the whole situation would just die if no one brought it up.

He was now walking down the dingy basement corridor, nothing but the darkness of midnight showing through the half windows as he carried his laundry basket down to the only room with a light still on. He didn't like having to do his laundry this late, but it was the only way he didn't risk running into her.

"Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me. I wanna be dirty."

Maybe he should just become a hermit.

"Why are you here so late?" He asked the singing woman, who was sitting on top of a dryer as usual.

"Couldn't sleep." She answered with a smile, still swaying to the music in her head. "Went on a massive cleaning kick. You?"

"Same." Sorta...

Continuing his run of 'no-eye-contact' that he had started the moment he heard her singing, Spencer made his way to the other side of the room.
Everything was quiet, save for the roar of the machines and the slight female humming that a young doctor refused to think about, Spencer loaded a machine, focusing his eyes on what was in front of him.
His other senses, however, no so much. It was almost as if the entirety of his being was honing in on her. Even from across and with the strong odor of detergent over powering it, he could still smell the remains of her Sweet Pea perfume.

"So what did the supervisor have to say?"

Spencer snapped out of his trance and looked at Bri.

"Wh-what?"

"The supervisor." She repeated, "what was the meeting about?"

Crap.

"Oh, uh…"

"Did it have anything to do with the Tobias incident?" she inquired cautiously.

Spencer looked at her in pure shock.

"I-I'm sorry." She apologized immediately, looking terrified, "Rossi and I were talking and we just somehow got on the subject and he told me what he knew about how you got kidnapped on a case, but I really didn't want to hear any more than that from anyone but you, 'cuz you know, it's your story and everything and I feel as though if anyone should tell me it should be you because frankly, I'd hope you give me the same honor and respect but as I let it sit my curiosity grew and I wanted to know more, but still only from you and it's been driving me mad and I had no idea how to bring it up and now that I have I feel like I've crossed some li-"

"Okay, okay, relax" Spencer said, trying to calm the panicking woman as he himself tried his best to comprehend what she was saying- seeing as she was speaking so quickly. "It's alright, I guess, you just kind of caught me off guard. No one has really brought it up in a while."

"See!" She shouted, still in distress, "I brought it up! It was supposed to be dead-in-the-water, bury the hatchet type deal and I didn't know that and I brought it up and I'm so sorry, Spencer!"

"It's okay." He urged, noticing that she was close to hyperventilating, "It's alright, I'm not mad." He told her in sincerity.
He couldn't help but smile when she looked up at him with probably the most adorable puppy-face he'd ever seen- including his own.

"You're not?" she pouted.

"No," he laughed slightly, stroking her arm comfortingly, "I'm not mad. What happened with Tobais and all of the aftermath is in the past."

She gave him a weak smile and nodded, surprising him with a hug.

He returned the hug- wrapping his arms around her slender waist and holding her close- and took a moment to reel in her beautiful scent and just how amazingly soft her hair was.

"So," she began again softly when she pulled away slowly, "what did the supervisor want, then?"

Spencer could hear her voice forming words, but he just wasn't able to comprehend what she was saying. She was still so close, her soft hands still resting on around his neck. He was sure that from the outside they looked like embracing lovers.
If only.

It was entirely impossible for him to focus on anything aside from Briana while she was so near, while she gave him that sweet and warm smile, while she looked at him with those mesmerizing eyes.
She wasn't JJ. She was Briana Parker, sweet, strong, beautiful, compassionate and determined Briana Parker.

She was the woman he lo-

"Spencer?"

For the third time that night, he was brought back from space by the sound of her lovely voice.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. The supervisor just, uh, needed to talk about some mis-filed paperwork." Sure, yeah, okay.

"Stupid interns." She mumbled jokingly, causing them both to laugh slightly.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a loud, mechanical buzz and Briana broke away from, walking towards her dryer. He watched as she put her basket on the floor and empty the contents of the dryer into said basket. She picked the basket up and knocked the dryer door closed with her hip agian.

"Night, Spencer." She addressed as she walked past

"Good night, Briana." He replied, barley making it before she was completely out of the room.

Even with her gone, Spencer swore he could feel her hands around his neck.

A/N: 'Toucha, Toucha, Toucha, Touch Me.' from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I demand at least three reviews before I even think about updating.