Freeeeedoooooom!

This extra-long chapter is my gift to all of you! And, because I'm not yet allowed to go back to school and don't want to leave ya'll hanging too long, I'll probably update again by the end of the day!

And I know JJ is OOC. She's going to be. I mean, like, majorly OOC in this story. It'll be nuts, but for the entire story to work, I need a hussy and I'm tired of everyone abusing poor Lila!

Oh, and in case you couldn't tell- it's the real author. You know- Megan/Louise/redblackroses23. Yup :) I finally got out of the hospital! Noe I just have to go to therapy...icky

Any, this takes place Friday night.

Briana reached around her misty shower curtain, yanked a soft white towel off of the towel rack and wrapped it around her dripping body. Stepping out of the tub and onto one of the bathroom rugs, she walked over the vanity sink and wiped down the foggy mirror with her hand. Her head jerked back in shock a bit with she saw her raccoon eyes, the result of not cleaning off her mascara before hoping in for a quick rinse. She reached over to her hand soap and squirted a pea-sized amount onto the tip of her pointer-finger. Rubbing the soap under her eyes, the redhead planned out her outfit for the night.

It was supposed to be sixty-five degrees tonight in response to a minor heat wave, so as long as she wore some kind of long-sleeve shirt or sweater, she wouldn't need a jacket.

Good, she thought while cleaning the soap off, I hate taking extra clothes. I always loose something.

Unwrapping the towel from her breasts, she bent over and viciously attacked her long, fiery locks. After which, she walked out of the bathroom and straight into her bedroom to select her wardroom for her first night out in…well, let's just say a while.

Spencer stared helplessly into his pathetic closet. Sure, it was much further advanced than it was five years ago, but still.

I could just, He started to think, before stopping himself. No! Never, never do that! It's suicide. I can do this. I have three PhDs, a genius I.Q. and….no sense of fashion.

Taking one last look at the emptiness, he gave in a pulled out his phone.

Three rings later and-

"Penelope Garcia-mistress of all superiorness- at your service."

He gulped. "Uh, hey Garcia, can you, uh, help me with something."

"Sure thing, sweet cheeks, whatdaya need?"

"Well, um…."

"Yeeeees?"

"…."

"Reid?"

He sighed. "Idon'tknowwhattowear."

"Come again?"

"I. Don't know. What to wear."

One high pitched squeal later, and he was severely regretting his decision.

Spencer gingerly stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby of his apartment building. He and Briana had made arrangements to meet up so he could take her to the bar- seeing as she was still new to the area.

Noticing that the woman still had yet to emerge from her apartment, he walked over to a small seating area that consisted of four chairs lined up against the wall. Sitting down, he started to think of yesterday.

For some reason, he just could not understand his guilt. It was still with him, the guilt. Every time he thought of JJ- whop, there it is. Why was this happening? JJ was his friend, and nothing more. Yeah, okay, he'll admit that some years ago, he had a crush on her, maybe even something more. But he was over that. She got a boyfriend and she moved on and so had he. Hadn't he?

It's not like he didn't have feelings for Briana. Strong feelings. Frighteningly strong. So, why did JJ keep popping up in his mind every time he thought of Briana? Why was what that every time he imagined running his fingers through a beautiful, soft, crimson mane, it turned blonde, if only for a second? Why, when he looked into a tie-dye of light gray and sky blue eyes, did they flash a deep, sea colored sapphire?

God, I hate this. He thought as he ran his hands over his face. He wanted to love Briana. He wanted to gaze into her eyes, swirling with just about every cool color on the palette. He wanted to rest his face on her cherry locks and spend hours trying to decipher the scents of her multiple hair products. He wanted to these things and so many more. And he wanted to do them all without feeling an uncalled for guilt.

"Hey." A soft voice called from across the lobby. Spencer looked up and saw Briana standing by the stairwell door. His breath hitched as he drank all of her in. She wore a form-fitting, black top with a V-neck that stopped just at the beginning of her cleavage. The sleeves were 3/4 the way down her arm and she had a couple of black hair ties around each wrist. The bottom hem of the sweater-shirt lead into a pair of dark-wash, boot-cut jeans. A small clicking echoed through the room when the heels of her black cowboy/rocker booties moved across the tile floor and closer to the stunned doctor.

"H-hey." He stuttered in response. She giggled lightly and wrapped him a quick, tight hug topped with a peek on the cheek.

"Ready to go?" Sh asked with a smile.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, let's go." He finally finished, mirroring her smile and holding out his arm. She laced her own through his and took stride next to him as the walked out the doors and into the Friday night.

Briana slowly moved closer to Reid, trying to make sure he didn't notice. That would be a little too embarrassing for her. But for God's sake, this man smelt so good! And frankly, she was quite shocked when she noticed his cho0ice of clothing for the night.

He had worn a pair of jeans and a lavender, button-down shirt with black and gray sweater-vest. He looked pretty damn sexy. Well, he always did, but tonight was different.

She gazed up at his short brown hair. It looked so soft and smooth. She felt the urge to run her fingers through it. That was one of her things. Any guy she was with HAD to have nice hair. There was just...no question. It was just...a rule. They need good hair. They simply need it.

These thoughts in mind, she reached her free hand over and weaved her pale fingers through the short, chocolate locks. In surprise, he jerked away slightly and gave her a 'what-the-hell' look before smiling. With a renewed confidence, she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, completely trusting him to keep her safe.

"Hey guys!" Emily shouted from a block away.

Briana opened her eyes and noticed that they were in front of some place called Eddy's. Realizing that this must be the bar every one was talking about, she looked up at Spencer and gave him a light kiss on his slightly- stubbly jaw. He smiled at her and leaned in for another kiss, this time longer.

"Okay, that's enough. My God, do you guys need no air?" Prentiss laughed when she caught up.

They pulled away- each with their own smile- and shook their heads.

"So you guys are vampires and never told me." She jokingly accused while opening the door to the bar, "And I thought we were friends."

When she walked through, Spencer leaned into Briana and whispered, "Vampires?"

"Nothing." She laughed back.

The sweet, confused look on his face reminded her just how much she enjoyed having him around. He was sweet and caring and cute- mentally, socially, and physically. He was a perfect her. She had known other guys- dated other guys- who were fun, yes, but at the end of the day, it wasn't enough. But Spencer, he was different. She barely knew him, but she trusted him. He wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't abandon her. He wouldn't cheat on her. He would be as loyal to her as she to-

"JJ?"

It had been three hours.

Three hours since he last said a word to her.

Three hours since they got to the bar.

Three hours since Spencer sat down at the bar next to some blonde-hair, blue-eye chick named 'JJ'.

Three hours since he broke his promise to not abandon her. To not make her feel like a third wheel.

Three hours.

Three hours he had been talking with this woman and acting as thought she herself didn't exsisit.

Even now, he sat right next to her, JJ on the other side. His back was to her, JJ getting all of his attention.

"What's a Klingon?"

By God, are you serious? Really?

But Spencer didn't seem to care. He just went on talking.

Now, try to understand. Briana had tried multiple times in the first hour to get in on the conversation. She had no problem with him having female friends. But this...this was more than friendship on his part. And there was something on her part. But it wasn't like Spencer. No, it was more sinful. Not nearly as sweet. No, her intentions were much more cynical. And Briana did not like it.

She was snapped out of her jealous and worried musings when something spilled down her shirt, soaking her to the bone.

"Oh, sorry." She heard Spencer say in a rush before going back to JJ. He hadn't even passed her a glance.

That's it. She thought angrily, her over-emotional tears forming already. She hoped out of her bar-stool and stormed out of the bar- not bothering to pay for her drink. They made her come out. She told them she didn't want to. She told them time and time again that she does not like going out, and they still made her. So you know what, they can pay for her drink.

I wonder if anyone noticed I left. She thought to herself as her tears almost over flowed and her throat started to swell. She then scoffed. Like they gave a flying fuck about her. They only cared about JJ. Oh, JJ, come dance with me. Oh, JJ, help me find a guy. Oh, JJ, let me completely ignore my girlfriend for three straight hours so I can talk to you even though both of us have access to phones and we can talk whenever we want!

She wrapped her arms around herself as a single sob escaped from her lips. She knew it was ridiculous to act like this, but she couldn't help it.

"Oh, now what's a pretty thing like you doing, walking out here all by yourself?"

She froze. Well, this can't be good.

"Walking out here all by myself, obviously." She replied bitterly.

"Oooooh, we got a feisty one." The creeper laughed as he continued to walk behind her- far too close for her comfort.

Before she could think of a response, a sharp wind barreled down the street and made her regret her decision to leave her jacket at home.

"You cold, baby? Well, we could go back to my place and...warm up a bit." He said in an over-suggestive manner.

"We could do that," She said as she kept walking, wishing that he would get tired of having to keep up with her pace and leave her alone, "Or...you go suck your on dick and hopefully choke on it. Though I doubt it's big enough to actually fill your airway."

"Or," He started, grabbing her arm and tossing her into the ally right next to them, twisted her ankle, "You can find out just how big it is yourself."

He started to unzip his pants.

Well, shit.

An ear-splitting scream ripped through the bar and destroyed the care-free atmosphere. The team went on high alert and Morgan was already going to grab his jacket.

Just to make sure, Spencer turned around to check on Briana.

His heart stopped.