Melyssa woke up in a daze.

She didn't do it?

Why not? She remembered the feeling off complete and utter emptiness, a cold dark shadow surrounding her heart and squeezing the joy out of it. Wow, did she sound depressing or what? But it's all true, that's exactly what she felt like.

So then why didn't she pull the trigger? Sure, she talked herself down, but honestly, a few more minutes alone and-

AND she wasn't alone…

Someone was lying next to her. What HAD happened last night?

The person next to her rolled over and pulled her closer to him or herself. Melyssa heard a low, male moan before the mystery person kissed their way up her neck.

"Morning Milly." The clearly male voice said in a groggy voice. She felt him smile against her neck as her mind tried to remember last night. This task however, proved to be rather difficult, for she kept getting distracted by this man's ah-mazing scent.

She couldn't describe it. It was so, something. A masculine smell, but not overly so. That smell mixed with the smell of some kind of utterly delicious male body wash. If Axe could capture and reproduce this man's scent, they'd have the monopoly of the male grooming products.

God, she didn't care if she could remember last night, right now all she cared about was getting more of her mystery man.

Her eyes still closed, Melyssa pulled him over her and connected their lips with a violent need. It didn't appear to bother him, though, because he kissed back just a passionately. God, she loved this. She ran her hands across his body. His perfect, naked body.

She wanted more. More of everything. More of his lips, his body and his scent.

Where do I know that scent?

And it finally hit her, and hard.

Melyssa ripped her hands from his body and ended the kiss. She felt her body go rigid at the realization that she was making out, naked, in her bed, with Spencer Reid. Spencer Reid, the man that hated her for an undisclosed reason, the man that was unprofessionally hostile towards her everyday, and the man that sent her into her depression. The man that she wanted so much right now it scared her.

"Milly?" She heard him pant out in a whisper.

She didn't even try to answer him. She didn't trust her voice right now.

"Melyssa, are you okay?" he asked her with a concerned tone. No, she thought bitterly, there's not a chance in hell that I'm okay.

"Melyssa?" He commanded in concern.

"I would like to get off the bed now." She whispered, her eyes still closed. She couldn't look at him. She knew she didn't stand a popsicle's chance in hell against his puppy-dog eyes or his beautiful face or incredibly sexy lips.

He rolled away from her and she got off the bed and went straight for her plushy red robe. She loved the robe beyond all liable reason, but there was a slight problem that was an actually pretty big issue right now. The bottom of this robe? It stopped rather short. As in, barely covering her ass. Something she noticed Reid taking great joy in.

"What happened?" She inquired when she realized her memory was still failing her.

Spencer just looked at her with a confused and hurt expression.

Hurt?

"Well," he started, "I came over to apologize, and your front door was opened so I came in. I started looking for you and I found you sitting amongst all of this" he said while motioning his hand towards the mess on the floor, "holding a gun. I took the gun away from you, we kissed and uh… well um… considering we're both naked and were laying in bed together, you can figure out the rest for yourself."

No. No no no. She did not do that. She would never … expose herself to someone like Reid. A mistake like that, he would have so much shit to use against her for the next year. Oh God, she could already hear his voice making fun of her body, of what she likes. She could hear him calling her a whore. Constantly.

"Melyssa?"

No, he had to leave. Now!

"I am going to take a shower." She started in a quite, yet demanding voice. He had heard that voice before. "When I get out, you need to be gone. That gives you roughly 20 minutes." When she finished, Melyssa turned to go to the shower. Then, she felt something. Like an electric shock starting at her the tips of her fingers. She looked down and noticed Spencer holding her fingers, like when you kiss someone's hand.

"Melyssa, I know this must be really confusing for you-"

"Don't. Even." She commanded in pure disdain, turning around so they were face to face. "Last night I was weak and you were drunk. Don't try to deny, I can smell alcohol in your breathe. I made a mistake, probably one of –if not the- biggest mistakes of my life.

"Putting aside the fact that you've been nothing but a jackass to me for no reason since I started at the BAU, we work for the FBI. That means, if anyone, a single soul, found out we had sex last night, we'd both be out of a job.

"So here's what's gonna happen Dr. Reid." She continued, his name dripping with venom when it left her mouth, "I'm going to take a shower, and you are going to leave. We will go to work and pretend nothing ever happened, got it?"

She waited until he nodded, then went into her bathroom and started the shower.

He had tears in eyes when she finished her rant. She felt bad, for reasons she didn't understand herself. He had made her cry multiple times, isn't it only fair he shed a few tears because of her?

Unfortunately, this didn't lessen her guilt.

After stepping out of her robe, Melyssa walked into the shower and let the beating pellets of steam inducing water wash away all of her mixed emotions.

She regretted it. Well of course she did. Honestly, he was an ass to her constantly and now he just walks in and screws her in her moment of weakness? God damnit, he took advantage of a broken woman. You don't do that to someone you love.

All of these things were running through Spencer's head as he started re-dressing. For about a minute after Melyssa slammed shut the bathroom door he just stood there, puzzled.

She said she loved him last night.

Her lips felt astonishing. The were softer than he imagined, and they were so smooth and tasted like cherries. He wanted more. He needed more.

Spencer pushed Melyssa against the floor and deepened their kiss, his head spinning as he did so.

"Wait." She whispered against his lips. He reluctantly pulled away, but only by about an inch.

"Spencer," she said in a shaky voice, "I-I'm kind of scared to tell you this."

"I love Melyssa." He interrupted. "I'm sorry, I just, I needed to tell you that."

"I love you too, Spencer." She admitted after a few moments of contemplation. "I've loved you for awhile, but you always hated me and-"

He cut her off, rejoining their lips with twice as much passion.

It hurt him that she didn't remember. They had made passionate love for hours, they had said they love each other, and she didn't remember any of it.

And after waking up naked next to someone who, last she remembers apparently, hates her, Spencer really couldn't blame Melyssa for freaking out. But he wished she'd given him a chance to explain exactly what happened. At first he hoped that his footnotes version would jump start her memory, but that obviously didn't work.

Spencer walked out of the apartment and down the stairs. He'd normally take the elevator, but he was in one hell of a mood right now and he didn't want to deal with people.

Half way down to the lobby he got a text message.

You left your gun here

6:43am Wed, May 13
From: Melyssa Greene

Spencer turned around and jogged back up to her floor. He would have been annoyed, but this meant he got to see Melyssa again before work. Maybe he could try and explain things, now that she had time to cool down.

A/N: If you're wondering, the reason Melyssa doesn't remember her and Spencer is because she suffered a traumatic event (suicide crisis) and she's going through a sort of selective memory type of thing. She's mad at herself for sleeping with someone who's so similar to someone who has yet to be introduced and because of such she's subconsciously choosing not to remember her personal betrayal.

But fear not! Everyone's fine furry friend Spencer Reid will fix every thing!

Oh, and I'm typing another story at the same time I type this, so if I call Melyssa by Halsley, let me know.

TTFN