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She could feel her heart beating almost through her shirt and jacket as she paced back and forth in front of the apartment door.

This was stupid. She should just get this over with.

Why was she so nervous? She had dealt with serial killers and kidnappers and crazy cult leaders for God's sake! Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? Well that was probably due to the fact that she was about to talk to a co-worker she cared about and respected about the drunken night of passionate sex they had had a few nights ago.

After JJ and Garcia left her place, Emily slowly got more of her memory back and could recite bits and pieces to what had happened. She reached into her jacket pocket and felt the tie still inside. She had to get this over with. It was now or never, and really, she could not afford to prolong their awkwardness any more. She needed to talk to him about what had happened, if they were to get their professional relationship (and their close friendship), back in order.

So, with a deep breath, she knocked on the door, and waited...

Spencer Reid was in a situation which he had never actually found himself in before. He wasn't sleeping. Of course that wasn't the situation, the situation was why he wasn't sleeping...

He'd slept with a work colleague, and not just any work colleague, but Emily Prentiss. That wasn't the worst part for this genius's brain to get around, she didn't remember, or if she did she'd made it crystal clear she didn't want to remember.

He was sitting, reading one of his many books for his new degree, when he heard a knocking at his door. He placed down the book and headed to the door, peering through the peep hole. His breath caught and he rubbed his palms on his shirt as if to remove the non-existent sweat. "Hey Emily." He said trying to seem calm.

As soon as Emily saw him in front of her, she swore she could feel the kisses again. The kisses he had strategically placed all over her body. The way his fingers traced her... Every inch of her...

Emily let out a small breath of air and gave a small smile to him. "Hi Reid... Umm can I come in?"

Spencer watched her carefully and nodded, looking down, "Erm, sure, sure. Do you want a drink?" He asked and frowned, the only other person to ever be in his place was JJ and that was to pick up Henry when he'd watched him for a few hours, a while ago.

Emily scoffed as Reid offered her a drink. The last time they had a drink together, it didn't turn out so well. She cleared her throat and walked inside. "I don't think I will be drinking again in the longest time, but thank you." Emily looked around and took in some of the things inside. It was the first time she had ever been inside, seeing as Reid was a private person.

"You sure? I have soda or water?" He asked and saw her looking about. Spencer stuttered a little and went over to his desk, closing over some of the books and his laptop. "So why are you here?" He asked his voice going slightly higher than he had intended, he was nervous.

Emily just shook her head and looked around the apartment. She had spent many a day with Morgan wondering what Reid had in his place and... well... this wasn't exactly so shocking. Emily nervously licked the bottom of her lip and watched as Reid closed some material he was reading.

When he asked her why she was here, Emily slipped her hand into her pocket and felt the tie still inside. "I'm here to return something to you," she said as she pulled out the tie and laid it on a nearby table.

Spencer nodded seeing the blue tie, he let out an "Ohh... that." he frowned not able to ask the question he wanted to, so Reid in true Reid still decided to enlighten Emily with a small fact, "Did you know a blue tie projects a calm and conservative presence, and is a traditionally masculine color so seemed good for me really."

Emily, who normally liked Reid sprouting off random facts, was not amused at all with this. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Reid... Not now..." Emily paced for a little bit, trying to figure out the words to say. "It's pretty obvious that we need to talk."

"We do?" He asked curiously and tried to fake ignorance, which wasn't working. He swallowed trying to keep his mouth wet, but it wasn't working, he took a drink of water that was on the desk. Why was this so difficult? He'd heard Morgan have the morning after conversation A LOT with woman over the phone. But mind you it had never been with team member and never had he maybe felt underlying feelings coming to the surface.

Emily stopped her pacing and just stared at him. Was he serious? Was he really going to play stupid with her? Emily just shook her head and decided to take another approach entirely to this. "We slept together, Reid." She took a deep breath, a little bit marvelled at how well she was able to admit that bit of truth. "We slept together and don't try to pretend like you don't remember because you and I both know that's a bloody lie."

Spencer stuttered again, unsure what to say, he didn't know what to do, how to act. "I thought you didn't remember, didn't want to remember... I... I don't know what to say, it's not like I've ever been in this situation before." He told her and stopped himself from reciting another factoid. "And it was twice." He told her, in a small whisper. It was true, his memory never lied. As much as he tried to block them out, they remained there. Such was the curse of his eidetic memory.

Emily sighed, feeling a little guilty for her outburst. "I'm not expecting you to say anything about this. It's as much my fault as it is yours" She paced some more around the room and suddenly felt really hot. She took off her jacket and placed it over the edge of a chair. "I didn't remember... Not until JJ found that tie in my room." She gestured to the tie on the table. Before Reid could say anything, Emily added, "No, she doesn't know. I made up some story about Agent McCutcheon from White Collar."

At the mention of Agent McCutcheon, Reid could begin to feel his blood boiling. For some reason, picturing McCutcheon with Emily infuriated him... To a great degree as well. "Great, so I'm now an egotistical narcissist who has severe mommy issues." Spencer said talking about Agent McCutcheon. He frowned, "It's good to know I'm that memorable." He said a little hurt. Reid did have a hard time with the ladies, especially when being around Morgan and Rossi all day, two of the FBIs finest ladies men around.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you rather I humiliated you by blabbing about our night together?" Emily crossed her arms over her chest and gave Reid an angry glare. Emily could not understand why Reid was so upset about this. It was just a drunken mistake they both made. It wasn't supposed to mean anything... And... Did he say they had sex twice? "And wait... Did you say twice?"

Spencer frowned, "Sorry, I didn't mean... I..." He sighed in frustration and looked down, embarrassed at his outburst. He didn't understand where t had come from. He was perfectly fine until she mentioned McCutcheon. Ok, that was a lie, he was not fine. He had all of these random feelings floating around and he had no idea how to make any sense of them whatsoever. For a man who normally had all of the answers, this was infuriating.

Reid looked up when Emily caught on to the twice comment. He nodded slowly "Yeah, twice." He confirmed, "Eidetic memory remember?" He frowned, he remembered almost everything that happened that night, even through the alcoholic haze of it all.

He remembered the laughing, the way she bit a small section of his collarbone, something he found he enjoyed (to his surprise). He remembered the way her hair felt through his fingers as he combed through it. He remembered how they could not stop after reaching such a high. He remembered wanting more. How she looked at him as if he could give her anything she desired, and so much more. He remembered how he liked that look on her, and how they started again.

Emily pulled the chair back. She needed to sit down as she tried to remember what had happened and how they managed to have sex twice. Then, the fog lifted a little bit more from her memory. "Shit... After the wine... Once on the couch and then on my bed..." God, it had been amazing to.

Emily groaned and held her head in her hands. She continued to curse softly to herself. This was so incredibly messed up. She knew, however, that they needed to talk about what had happened if they were to ever move beyond what had happened.

Spencer nodded, "Yeah." He shrugged, "Never drinking wine again." He added and sat on the chair at the desk away from her. "I don't know if I should say sorry or not..." He said unsure.

Emily took a deep breath and lifted her head to see Reid joining her at the table. She cleared her throat and went into 'professional mode'. "Look, I think we need to move past what had happened. We're both professional and adults and we can be mature enough to not let what happened affect our work ethic." She could almost feel a small section of her brain attempting to hit her logical side with a frying pan for being so stupid. Emily ignored it.

Reid looked at Emily as she suggested they just move past it, "So act like nothing happened?" He asked and looked at her. Was that what he wanted? Did he really want to go on as if nothing had ever happened? Looking at Emily, he could remember that night clearer now than before. Her face, her skin... Spencer shook his head in an effort to get rid of the thoughts. If forgetting everything was what Emily wanted, who was he to force her to do otherwise?

"That's what I'm saying." Emily looked back at him, back into his beautiful hazel eyes. The same eyes that peered into her as they both came down from their momentous climaxes. The same eyes which spoke volumes to her, she remembered... Emily had to break contact with Reid or else she'd be pulled right back in.

Spencer bit his lip slightly and stood, "Well that's cleared up then. I guess..." He said frowned. He wanted to be like Morgan suddenly, be confident and reassure her and promise her the world. What he'd give to do that!

Alas, Spencer Reid was not a master with the ladies... Nor will he never be.

Emily sighed as she looked up at him. She followed suit and stood up as well. There was nothing more that needed to be discussed between the two of them, maybe it was best that she did leave. Then again, there was one last thing she needed to know before she left. "Reid, why didn't you tell me earlier, about what had happened?"

Spencer stopped and looked at her, "I don't know. I took you ignoring it as a sign you were embarrassed, which is usual. 78% of woman who sleep with someone in a one night stand generally are." He shrugged not wanting or looking for pity, he knew how most women saw him. Not that Emily was shallow or anything, just that he was her younger colleague and he knew she was generally very private. So was he, mind you.

Emily sighed. That was not true and they both knew it. She remembered him being incredibly nervous around her at work and she had even confronted him about it. He should have known that if she chose to ignore what had happened she would not have gone to talk to him that day. Emily looked deep into Reid's eyes once more. "I don't believe you...

Spencer frowned, why did she have to press the situation? Why couldn't she just leave it at that and move on? "Well that's just the way it is." He mumbled and put his hand in his pockets.

Emily shook her head, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. Why did he have to be like this? Was it really so difficult to be honest with her? "I don't think that's right. There's gotta be something more."

Spencer frowned, "No, there's nothing more." He said, "Why would there be?" Spencer didn't know where to start. He was not ready for this confrontation. It caught him off guard. To be honest, it was more of him not wanting to face what had happened. Not in the office in front of everyone. So, why couldn't he just tell her that? Maybe it was because he didn't want her to think he was a coward.

"I asked you... Back in the office, I asked you what had happened. You told me that we kissed and nothing more. Why weren't you honest with me? Why are you still lying to me now?" Emily was drawing at the end of her rope. She stared at Reid face to face. She was not about to let this go. There was a reason he didn't want to tell her then and it was probably the same reason he was lying to her now.

"Why bother? You clearly don't care about anything but what people will think! I mean it's not like I'm Morgan." He snapped and shrugged. And there it was again, him snapping at her. This was not like him, not at all. He didn't like it and was sure that Emily did not like it either. The last time he had snapped at her, it almost ruined the friendship they had started to build. Granted, it had been right after Georgia and he was dealing with the drug use and the memories. Still, the words he had said to her then, the way he acted toward her, it was horrible. He was lucky she had let it go and talked to him again, when he was recovering and clean.

Reid took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his emotions. Why was it so hard with Emily? What was it about HER that made it so easy for him to act up? "What else is there to say? It's all now just swept un-under the rug. So why bother?" He said not thinking over his words before hand. Ok, maybe he needed to relax just a little more

Emily flinched at his words and found she had to briefly look away from him momentarily as she got her thoughts together. She began to wonder what his problem was, especially with whatever had happened between them. "I'm not even going to respond to that, Reid." She said in a calm, collected voice. This seemed to happen often with them.

Reid frowned, "Sorry... I didn't mean... I- I'm not good in these situations." He said, "You seem to keep looking to me for more answers that I don't have. I told you the truth, I didn't say anything because I thought you were embarrassed and wanted to forget. What else do you want for me?" He asked confused.

Emily sighed and shook her head. Maybe she should just let it go. Maybe he was the one who was embarrassed about what had happened and not the other way around. Then again, how exactly did she react when she remembered that night? By freaking out and running to get some water. JJ and Garcia were convinced that someone had taken advantage of her. She crossed her arms and looked back up at him. "Why would I ask you what happened between us if I wanted to forget?"

Reid looked to Emily, "I don't know Emily, I guess I thought you just wanted to see if I remembered? I don't know." He frowned and pushed his hair behind his ears still frustrated. Reid was usually the one who had the words to fill the silences; facts, and figures. However, women, and relationships were not Spencer's strong points. Truth was, he knew what he wanted to do, but it wasn't him, so he settled for burying his hands in his pockets wishing he could just disappear.

Emily knew this was difficult for him, she could tell. She tried not to profile him, or to read to much into his actions, but it was pretty obvious that Reid didn't want to be here right now. Emily walked up to him and gently placed on of her hands on his arms. "Ok... ok. I guess that's the end of that. We don't have to go more into it." She offered him a small smile, no harm was done.

Reid looked at her, was she serious? He saw her face, obviously. "Okay." He told her and moved again. Reid still knew what he wanted but he just didn't have the confidence to act it out, or speak his mind. Maybe things were just left how they were... probably that was the best call.

Those eyes... That face... His lips on hers, she remembered how it felt so right. Would it be so wrong for her to see if it would feel right once more? Emily let go of Reid's arm and went to gather her things. She figured it was best that she leave right now before things got out of hand. Before she made another mistake that would embarrass the both of them. "Ok, well I'm glad we got to talk about this. I guess I'll see you work then."

Spencer scratched his neck and looked about the room, he frowned and bit his lip, "Emily..." He started and went to go after her. As Spencer moved across his own living room his shin connected with the coffee table, he let out a yelp and went tumbling to the ground as his lanky limbs didn't support him.

Emily turned around, just as Reid collided with the table and knocked off his balance. "Reid!" Emily quickly ran to him and held her arms out to him, helping him back onto his feet. As she felt him close to him, his heart beating erratically, his scent, his quick breathing...

Reid was thrown because of the fall, he wanted to back away, his whole body and his mind told him to back away, let her leave, but there was something else, something Reid wasn't used to, his heart. In the boldest move Spencer Reid probably had ever done, he put his hand to the back of Emily's neck and pressed his lips, slightly unsure but trying to cover it up, against her lips. He ignored his mind screaming for him to stop.

Her eyes widened as she felt his lips upon her own. Flashes from the night before came rushing back, each one hitting her with the same severity as this kiss. Emily opened her mouth and let him in, wanting to explore these new feelings. She could feel her heart beating at a mile a minute. This was wrong! This was so wrong! She should stop! The smart, analytical woman was telling her to stop while she was ahead. However, Emily refused to listen. It was proving to be worth it so far.

Spencer soon, uncharacteristically took control and happily took the lead, exploring her mouth. He remembered everything, almost, about that night, the curves of her body, the feel of the two pressed against each other. It was wrong, not allowed and plain random to Spencer, but sometimes... sometimes the most random statistics were definitely the best statistics.

A small, soft moan escaped her lips as Reid suddenly took full control of the situation. Emily did not think he had it in him at all. She had been ready to take the lead, but man did he surprise her! She thought back to that night and the way he had been able to explore every inch of her body, giving the utmost respect to every area he kissed, caressed, tasted. Emily, now completely a slave to her hormones, allowed her hands to caress his chest, as he had once caressed her body.

Spencer heard the moan, his ears twitching at the noise, he'd heard that before, though it had been with wine. He slipped one arm around her slim waist and the other through her hair. Spencer suddenly could hear ringing. Was it the alarm bells of his mind which he knew was telling him this was a huge mistake? This shouldn't be happening, this wasn't him! But still, he could not stop. He did not want to stop. Right now, this was what he wanted.

His hands. They were exploring again. Her body began to heat as he touched her. Her body was sending her two kinds of warning signals. The first, being to seriously cut this shit out before they did something they would regret later on. The second, and the one she preferred to listen to, was preparing her for some more mind blowing pleasure. Emily moved her hand to his shirt and began to undo it when the familiar sound of "Won't Get Fooled Again" began to play. Emily gasped and pulled away from Reid, the moment gone with the sound of her cell phone ringing.

Spencer suddenly felt like whoever that was ringing Emily's cell knew. They knew exactly what was going on between the two of them. As Emily pulled herself away from hem, he backed well away, almost scared of the phone, and especially of what they had been doing. He still had difficulty comprehending how his heart managed to over-rule his head. His fingers stumbled as he fastened his shirt again. That didn't happen, ever, not to Spencer. He frowned and attempted to apologise, but nothing came out of his mouth, his lips felt dry... They had came close... Very, very close.

Emily was gasping for some air as she searched her coat pocket for her cell phone. She already knew it was Hotch calling. She had programmed specific songs for every one of her team mates (she had the Star Wars theme song for Reid). Her mind tried to reorganise itself after what had just happened, but as Emily went to answer her phone, she had a feeling that Hotch would know what the hell had just gone on (even though it was beyond crazy to even think so). "H-Hello? Oh! Hey, Hotch! What? Oh yeah, I'm fine, just lost my phone for a second..." Emily rolled her eyes at her stupid excuse and listened as Hotch began to tell her about an impending case. "Right. Ok... I'll be there soon." Emily sighed and hung up the phone. Face flushed, she then turned to Reid. "We... umm... We've got a case. Hotch will call you any second now..."

Reid was about to reply as his cell rang out. He moved to the desk and answered, "Hey Hotch. Yeah. No, at home... Sure I'm on my way." He promised his superior and hung up, sighing deeply before turning around again. Spencer knew that they had swept the last 'incident' between them under the rug but what about this one? Spencer Reid had never been so bold, well once, with Austin the bartender, but never again. it worried him what Emily would think.

Emily had to look away from him as Reid spoke on the phone. Without the important call to distract her, her mind was now swimming within thoughts of what just occurred. She was screwed... THEY were screwed! Emily couldn't even begin to wonder how the hell that had happened. Reid kissed her, that much she understood, but she actually reacted to it. Not just that, she actively participated in whatever it was that they just did. It shouldn't be a big deal after they had sex (twice), but they had been drunk that time... Now... Now there were no excuses available to them. Emily and Reid had kissed, both with a clear head and no influence of alcohol. Emily turned back to Reid as he hung up his phone. She just didn't know what to say to him. "Maybe... we should go..."

"Separately." He added. Spencer shuffled a little. "We should get going." He repeated, "Hotch sounded serious. I mean more than usual." He told her without looking to her again, he couldn't.

Emily nodded. That was probably the best idea. It would probably be too suspicious for them to arrive together, especially after what had happened. It would not bode well for them and the others would be able to figure out what had happened just by looking at them. "Yeah... I'll leave first then." Emily turned away from Reid and reached for the door. She paused for a second, wondering if she should say something more to him, but decided against it. What more could she say anyway? Anything said would only make things worse for them.

Spencer started to grab his things and stuff them into his bag. He looked to her as she paused, "You should get going." He said and went to grab a jacket as he ran his hands through his hair.

Emily looked back at him and nodded. "I'll see you later then." She said as she exited his apartment.

As Reid watched her leave, he tired to make sense not only of what had just happened, but how he felt about it. Clearly, he was embarrassed about it. That was a given. However, he also felt a little upset that it had ended and he was angry at himself for not acting on what had happened. There was also some dread inside as well. Dread because now he would have to face Emily at work knowing full well that he wanted more.

Emily spent a few seconds standing in front of the door before she started to walk quickly (some would even say she ran) to her car. As she got inside, Emily sighed loudly and hit her head on the steering wheel, cursing to herself. She was an idiot... Plain and simple. A complete idiot. Not wanting to cause any suspicions, she started her car and drove off to the BAU main offices.

N/B: Oh you two! Can't you just pull it together already? God!

By the way, for anyone wondering, the section of the "The Who" song that Emily has programmed on her cell is the section where Roger Daltrey screams into the microphone. Just picture the scenario with THAT in mind.

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