A/N: This might be pushing the Teen rating, but hey, a few years ago I was 13 and I was very well aware of this, even though I don't take part in it, so it should be fine.

Spencer knocked on Melyssa's front door and waited anxiously.

He had no idea how he was going to get her back. She was one of the most stubborn people he had ever met; add that to her deep seeded hatred toward him, not even James Bond could complete this Mission Impossible.

Hearing movement behind the door, Spencer braced himself for the hell that was about to ensue.

He did not get what he expected.

There, in the doorway, stood a Melyssa he'd never seen before. She was comfortable, content. Not ecstatic or pissed or hyper or depressed, just, happy. It was kind of… nice.

"Your gun." She said pointedly, extending her hand to him, ready for him to take the gun and go.

He didn't, however. Instead, he made his way into her apartment, pushing past her and her protests.

"Yeah, sure, come on in." She sarcastically said to the now empty door way.

She whipped her head, her hair falling in the way of her eyes, and locked sight with Spencer. He was very close to her, a little too close for her comfort. His presence was overwhelming; it made every cell in her body start tingling, certain parts of her body itching to touch him, feel him.

And the wants only got worse when e reached out, tucking the lose strands of hair back behind her ear. His hands were so soft. That's one of the things that came back to her in the past half hour, the sensation of his hands. She expected them to be gun-calloused, hard and chapped. But they were so smooth and velvety, and felt so amazing caressing her skin.

"We need to talk." He professed with a gentle, musical voice. She noticed that he had yet to remove his hand from where it rested on the side of her face. She really didn't care.

"Coffee?" She whispered in reply, waiting for his nod before reluctantly pulling away from his hand. She led him to the kitchen, where she pulled down two mugs from the top shelf of her cupboard. Walking over to her coffee maker, Melyssa poured coffee into both porcelain mugs, almost filling them to the rim.

"Seven teaspoons?" She asked, refereeing to the amount of sugar Spencer wanted in his coffee.

"Six please."

"Cutting back?" She joked as she stirred in the six teaspoons of Splenda instead of sugar.

Spencer simply smiled, reaching out and taking the mugs from where Melyssa had laid it on the counter.

He took a sip and noticed Melyssa watching him intently.

"What?" He inquired, getting slightly self conscious.

"Nothing." She replied with a smile. A sugar addict doesn't tell the difference between sugar and Splenda. Cool.

"Alright," Spencer started to say after taking a few more sips of his coffee. However, he stopped when he saw Melyssa's body language. She wrapped her arm –the one that wasn't responsible for her coffee- around her mid-section in a self-hug. She had lowered her head and used her hair as a shield, closing her eyes in the process.

"I remember, Spencer." She told him. "I remember everything. I remember you coming in, taking my gun. I remember us kissing and telling each other that we love one another. Which, I was completely serious about." She paused, waiting to judge his reaction. His proud and relieved smile gave her the confidence to continue. "I remember… making love to you. Several times." She said with a slight laugh.

She noticed Spencer get up from his seat at the counter and walk over to her. He un-wrapped her arm from around her waist, replacing it with both of his. She felt him kiss her neck and she decided to continue.

"I remember the feel of your lips on mine, what it's like to run my hands through your hair." She told him in a low, sultry voice while softly un-tangling the curls of his sex-hair. "I remember every moan and sigh, I remember needing you more than I ever thought possible."

Feeling her self getting hot and Spencer getting equally hard, Melyssa decided to stop. She knew that if she went further they'd be right back in her bedroom, and considering that they had to be in the office at eight, that wouldn't be too good.

Spencer didn't seem to care, though. He just continued to kiss his way up and down her neck. That is, before, he got an idea.

He cupped her ass and lifted her up onto the counter top behind her. He was rewarded with a sweet purr from his love at the feel of his hands on her rear end. A little known fact, the ass, though very sensitive, is often left out in sexual acts. However, Spencer really didn't care about facts and statistics when Melyssa wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Her arms were enveloping him, keeping him just as close as she possibly could. He loved this feeling, knowing that cared she about him just as much as he did for her.

Spencer kissed his way to the base of her neck and put his plan into action.

'Oh shit. This is not good,' Was the last coherent thought to travel through Melyssa's head before everything blurred at the feel of Spencer's mouth sucking her neck.

It was 7:45 in the morning and Quantico was buzzing. One of the glories you never hear about with the FBI is all of the paper work. It seemed as though the moments anyone cleaned out their inbox, a whole new stack of folders and loose papers re-filled it.

This morning, however, was different from ones of the past few months. There was an air of peace in the BAU bull pen, as oppose to the tension that was once so thick you could cut it with a knife, whatever that means.

Greene and Reid were the first ones in, as usual. Both of them had to use all of their will power not to steal glances at each other. They had agreed, after the finally finished their coffee that they had to pretend nothing happened, at least at work.

Spencer had explained to her that JJ and Garcia told him very… forcefully that he needed to clear the air, so at least they didn't have to pretend to hate each other. If they did, the girls just might take Spencer's head.

The first person to enter the bullpen to not be in on the secret was Morgan, looking to spend some quality time with his friends, and maybe cure some boredom.

The medicine for Derek's ailment just so happened to be the prominent hickey his little sister was sporting.

"Can I help you?" Melyssa asked pleasantly when she noticed Morgan waking to her desk.

"Yes, yes you can." He answered with a smirk, "You can go ahead and tell me what's on your neck."

Melyssa, though very well aware what it was, took out a small compact and looked at the hickey in the mirror.

"It would appear to a fairly sized bruise."

By now Spencer began to get a little uncomfortable. He knew Milly could hold her own with Morgan, but he also knew Morgan would put two and two together, even if he was just making a joke and didn't realize it was true.

"Yes, it would." Emily said while she walked to her desk. She out down her bag and stepped over to Reid's desk.

"Yes?" He asked when she stood for a moment without speaking.

"Did you talk to her?" She asked. Though she hadn't demanded he do it, she still was very adamant about it. In fact, it was her argument that really convinced him to go to Milly's apartment. And he was glad he did.

He replied with a very vague "Yup."

"Good." She said before leaning in closer, "So maybe you could tell me who gave her that hickey, Dr. Spencer Reid." She finished with a sly smile.

She knew.

A/N: There is no excuse for how long it's taken me to update. I've been doing nothing all summer and been sitting bored on my bum, so why didn't write? Because I didn't want to. Wow, that's lame.

I am so sorry, I will try to make myself write more.

Anyway, important information:

In later chapters, I'm thinking it will start in chapter 5, there will be flashbacks that will kind of act like background information, while still having a place in the story.

I think it will be signified by a little '~*~' pattern at the beginning and the end.

So that's that, once again I'm sorry.

Toot-ah-loo