I don't own Criminal Minds and my thanks to my sister for being my beta. There is a lemon scene. Please Read and Review. Also please check out my challange on New Year's Challange. "The Midnight Kiss" An one shot story about Hotch and Prentiss celebrating New Year's Eve.

Chapter #46

Ashley woke up, seeing Reid still sleeping beside her in his bed. The last thing, she remembered was that she was lying on the couch while he was rubbing her feet. He must have carried her while she slept.

His long brown hair was spread out on his pillow as he slept where she smiled, watching him for a few minutes. Her eyes wandered past him where she saw his clock on his nightstand.

She squinted her eyes, trying to read the time, but not with her blind eyes. Fortunately, his silver watch was lying next to the clock. She carefully crawled over him, reaching his watch.

Seeing it was almost eight thirty, "Shit," she whispered. She had less than a half hour to get to her class or was it band practice. She couldn't remember. She jumped out of bed, waking Reid in the progress.

"What's going on," he asked as he rubbed his eyes, sitting up.

"Go back to sleep, I have to go and teach or something," she hastily explained as she found her jeans on the floor beside his bed.

"Shit, where's my glasses," she asked as she quickly put on her jeans. She lost her balance, slamming her bad hip against the dresser.

"Fuck," she cursed.

"There are on the coffee table. Ashley, stop, you are in no condition," Reid protest.

Ashley shook her head at him, "I don't have time to argue this," she said.

Grabbing her boots, forgetting that she was still wearing his shirt and mismatched socks, she left his bedroom. Her head was starting to spin, but she ignored it.

Grabbing her glasses, she found her bag by the hallway entrance. Bending down, opening her side pocket, where she kept a computer print out of this month's calendar. Since her main agenda book was trash, she found this calendar online and printed it out. It had her schedule for classes, band, and now for Fantasy Dolls.

She quickly stood up, where she would have lost her balance if Reid wasn't there to catch her.

"Whoa, take it easy," he said as he helps steady her. She shook her head, trying to get out of his grip.

"I can't, I am running late, I'm supposed to be painting fish," she said, looking at the calendar.

Reid took the calendar from her, "No, you are not," he said.

"Yes, I am. Doc, I don't have time to argue with you. Now let me go."

"No," he said firmly. "The fish class is not until next week. You're looking at the wrong date," he explained.

While his arm was firmly wrapped around her waist, supporting her, he had the calendar tucked in between his fingers. He moved his index finger toward the date, pointing to her the right date.

"You have nothing planned until tomorrow. You have a day off."

"Then it is laundry day," she said. He smiled, as he dropped the calendar on the floor, not caring of where it landed. He would deal with it later.

He guided her back to his bedroom.

"We can do that later. You are exhausted, you need to rest. I'll call Mary to let her know that you are going to spend the day with me. I will drive you home later on today." She nodded.

"Doc," she said as Reid sat her down on the bed. He took off her glasses, setting them on top of his nightstand. She undid her jeans where Reid gently laid her back in bed. Ashley hoisted up her hips as he pulled her jeans off. Ashley perched herself up with her elbows.

"Yes," he said, looking at her. He neatly folded her jeans in half, setting them on a chair. He can see the exhaustion on her face.

"Can we have sex later on," she asked.

Reid raised his eyebrows up, blushing. "Maybe later," he said.

Ashley lay back where Reid crawled in beside her. He pulled up the covers. He spooned her and held her.

It didn't take Ashley long to fall back asleep. Reid however wasn't sleeping. Still holding her in his arms, he remembered last night. He didn't have a vase for the roses so he ended up putting them in an old chipped coffee pot that he had lying around while Ashley soaked in a hot bath. She came out wearing his pink shirt. She laid on his couch while he rubbed her feet. He was about to ask her about the contract and where was Paul in all of this. Except that she had fallen asleep. He quickly repacked his Go bag before carrying her to his bed.

Ashley rolled in her sleep, where Reid instinctively laid on his back and moved his arm over his head, letting her place her head on his chest. He laid his arm on her back.

He didn't realize that she was still teaching during the day and now stripping at night. It shouldn't really be a surprise to him; he knew that she loved teaching.

What did surprise him that she lost her balance and could barely stand on her own. She had lost some weight since the last time he saw her which also told him that she wasn't eating nor sleeping much. He wondered if she was still taking her antidepressants. There wasn't much that he could do at the moment, except make sure that she eats something when she woke up.

Ashley felt something tickling her face. "Bailey," she mumbled, believing it was her dog trying to tell her that he needed to go. She brushed him away with her hand. The tickling continued where she turned her head up, expecting to smell his breath and have him licking her face.

Instead it was Reid sitting at her bedside. She reached for her glasses where she was able to see him clearly, wearing jeans and faded white shirt with Cal-Tech written across.

He was holding one of those feather ticklers which she was surprised that he still had them. He took most of the stuff except a few candles with him when he left the house.

"Morning, I made us breakfast," he said as he revealed his other hand to her. Ashley could see an omelet with bacon, and toast positioned neatly on a plate.

"Wow, you shouldn't have."

"Why, why can't I served my beautiful girlfriend breakfast in bed," he asked.

Ashley opened her mouth, trying to come up with a good reason. But the truth was, she couldn't. Other men including Julian had served her breakfast in bed, elaborate breakfasts with a line of cocaine or champagne.

But it wasn't that they done it because they loved her. It was because they knew that she needed her strength for another round of sex.

She closed her mouth, shaking her head. "I don't know," she finally answered, looking down at his breakfast. It wasn't fancy, in fact that toast was a little burnt, but to Ashley, it was perfect.

"What about you," she asked as she slowly sat up. Reid set the plate down on the nightstand before helping her to get more comfortable.

"It's in the kitchen along with your tea. I'll get it as soon as you can get more comfortable."

He returned carrying his breakfast in his left hand and two mugs in his right hand. Ashley can see the string from the tea bags hanging over the edge on one of the mugs. He joined her, sitting on top of the blankets.

"This is really good," she said after a few bites.

He smiled, "Thank you."

"Do you want some more," he asked after he noticed that she had finished her breakfast before he did.

She shook her head no, "I'm good, thank you."

Ashley set her empty plate on the nightstand and held her tea in both of her hands. "I'm sorry about earlier. I can't believe that I got the dates mixed up."

Reid leaned over to the other nightstand on his side of his bed where he set his plate down. He leaned back, turning his head to her.

"It's ok, but it does tell me that you are running yourself to the point of exhaustion. I am not understanding this contract. I mean, I understand if you had to replace a broken window or fix the water heater. But this, this is not your fault. What does Paul have to say in all this?"

"Nothing," she answered in a matter of fact tone as she shrugged her shoulder.

"Paul has been in Toronto for almost two weeks now. His publishing company is setting up an office there and they need Paul to oversee it for some reason. I do not understand it myself because he is retired. He said that he was only gone for a few days, but something came up."

"What," Reid asked.

Ashley shrugged her shoulders, "Something about Canada's publishing rights are different from ours. I haven't had a chance to talk to him because of our schedules. But he too is not happy about me stripping either. He said that he will be home by the end of the week."

Reid let out a sigh, rubbing his face. Paul did promise him that he was going to stay and keep an eye on Ashley. Why didn't he call him to let him know the change of plans? Again something wasn't adding up.

"Doc, I gave them my word that I would do what the contract said." He laid his head back, closing his eyes. He felt her laying her arm on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Honey, this is not forever. Within three months, I will finally have access to the trust fund, which I hope it will cover the rest of the cost. Meanwhile I need to pay the bills and get my stuff replaced for work. I am hoping with the sale of my bike and the money, I earned from shaking my ass, I will be able pay for that and the down payment of the repairs."

Bike, oh crap, he thought.

"Wait, you are selling your bike. You love your bike."

She nodded, "But I hate stripping even more. Besides I thought you hated my bike. You always give me statistics on motorcycles deaths."

He smiled, trying to come up with a reason for her not to sell bike, since his surprise was in the works.

"I'm still not crazy about you riding it. But I know you are always careful and I know it is one of those things that make you happy. What if I loan you the money?" She smiled, leaning over, kissing him.

"I still will be stripping."

He shook his head no, "No, pay me when you have access to the trust fund."

She shrugged, "I honestly don't know how much money there is in the trust fund." Reid looked at her, genuinely surprise of what she had said.

"You don't know of how much money there is in the account." She shook her head no.

"When Ryan died, I was too upset and I honestly didn't care of how much money there was. Then I was afraid to ask, I didn't want to give Rose more ammunition of accusing me that I was only after his money. But I suspect it is a lot. They wouldn't be doing this if it was only a couple of hundreds dollars." Reid kept quiet, not revealing how much the trust fund was. Those mysterious withdrawals were still bugging him.

He reached over where he gently rubbed the back of her neck. Ashley laid her head down, "God that feels so good."

He edged himself closer to her where he started rubbing it with both of his hands.

Ashley set her mug on top of the plate then moving closer to him.

"Can you wait until Paul returns and see what he says before selling your bike?" She nodded her head.

He mentally let out a sigh of relief that his surprise was still in tact for her. "And I would like to see the contract."

Again she nodded, "I need to get it photocopied first. Darcy wants to see it as well. Ashley then told her boyfriend about her conversation with Darcy and the agreement that they had.

"I'm happy that someone will be taking you to and from the strip club. I am not sure how I feel that it is the mafia," he honestly said. She turned around, understanding his concerns.

"I know that you would rather do this yourself, but your actions from the club last night, might have gotten you kicked out. Not to mention, what happens when you get called away? And honestly, you know that Darcy is one of the few people I trust." Reid nodded his head, knowing that she was right.

He pulled her closer, wrapping his long arms around her. She leaned her body against his.

"I promise that I will wait until Paul comes back, alright." He nodded again. He took a deep breath, smelling his shampoo in her hair and the musky soap on her skin. Which honestly didn't suit her. He made a mental note to pick up some soap that smell like flowers or something that she would like. Ashley raised both of her knees up, settled against his chest.

"I called Mary this morning and told her that you are here and spending the day with me. She told me that she will take Bailey out and do some of your laundry."

Ashley sat up, looking at him as she twisted her body around to face him. "What," she said, not believing him. "She shouldn't be doing this, she is not my maid, that is not her job," Ashley said as she started to sprout her reasons. Reid placed his hand on her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze, stopping her.

"She is worried about you too. She knows that you have been running yourself ragged. She told me that if I make sure that you get some rest, she will do the laundry and take care of Bailey."

"Really," she said, knowing that Mary had said something else that would embarrass Reid.

"Well," he said then clearing his throat.

Here its comes, she thought.

"She ummm suggested that I use my handcuffs if necessary."

"Really," she said, already seeing Mary telling Reid that. Reid blushed, bending his head down.

"So you do have any handcuffs," Ashley asked, she couldn't help herself from asking Reid that question.

With his head still down, "Yes," he whispered. Ashley burst into laughter as she lay down on the bed.

Reid smiled as he looked up. He placed her feet on his lap where he started rubbing them. She closed her eyes, enjoying that massage.

After a few moments of silence, with her eyes still closed, she asked. "So do you think Dave can be bribed?"

"Pardon me?" She opened her eyes, looking up at him.

"Well Mary has been wonderful, taking care of me and you when you stayed with me at the house." Reid nodded yes; remembering how often she would pile food on his plate, telling him that he was too skinny. And when she helped him with the guesthouse.

"I have been thinking of bribing Dave with some cookies for an autographed copy of one of his books for Mary."

"Well if you make those chocolate chips cookies with the nuts, he might even give you two autographs," he suggested. He lifted her feet off of his lap, placing them down.

"But not now, you are going to relax. I am going to take a quick shower," he said as he bends down to kiss her.

Reid closed his eyes as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. He didn't hear the bathroom door opening and then closing. He almost jumped ten feet in the air when he felt hands on the back of his shoulders.

"Easy," he heard his girlfriend. "It's just me." He turned around, seeing her standing there naked in the shower.

"You are supposed to be resting," he said after he was able to catch his breath.

"Sorry, I honestly didn't mean to scare you. I was trying to surprise you," she said as she step closer to him, laying her arms around his shoulders as she stood up on her toes. He wrapped his long arms around her, pressing his body against her.

"You certainly did." He kissed her, as he leaned her against the shower wall. He nibbled on her neck as he ran his hands down her slick, wet body. Ashley closed her eyes as she held on to his head with both of his hands.

Reid licked the water droplets off of her breasts before taking one of them in his mouth, flicking the hard nipple with his tongue and gently biting it. She let out a gasp.

He made his way up toward her mouth, crushing it with his. They both looked down where Ashley set her foot on the tub rail.

Reid wrapped one of his arms around her waist, supporting her as he slips his member inside of her with his other hand. He soon started to thrust as he held her waist, making sure that she wasn't going to fall.

The last thing he wanted to do is to rush her to the ER. Ashley held on to his shoulders as she arched her head back against the tile wall.

Once he was confident that Ashley was going to be safe, he moved his hand over to stomach where he stuck his thumb against her as he continued his thrusts.

"Oh God," she cried, feeling the intensity. Almost immediately, her orgasm came crashing throughout her entire body where Reid instantaneously followed where he was still able to hold her in his arms as his legs gave out.

He was able to sit back in the tub without dropping her. He was impressed with himself that he was still inside of her. Reid kissed her again before leaning twisting his body around. Ashley moved off of his lap where he turned off the shower.

Reid brought her closer to her again, "That was," he started to say.

"Absolutely," she agreed, still catching her breath.

"Do you think we can walk back to the bedroom," he asked, once he was started to have feelings come back to his legs. She nodded.

Reid sat behind her on the bed, gently drying her long hair with one of the towels. They both had towels wrapped around their bodies. Ashley readjusted the towel that was wrapped around her. He heard Ashley then giggling.

"What," he asked.

"Three times," he heard her asking. He smiled, wondering of why it was so hard for her to believe that it was three times before they meet.

"Actually, it is eleven times now," he pointed out. Ashley turned her head around to face him.

"Then I think we should try to make it an even dozen," she suggested evilly, moving her eyebrows up and down. He smiled, leaning forward, kissing her bare shoulder. He then rested his chin on top of her shoulder.

"Of course, but later please," he begged, not even sure if he could go another round. She smiled, nodding her head.

He finished drying her hair, tossing the towel across the room where it landed on the edge of the hamper before landing on the floor.

He shrugged his shoulders, before climbing off the bed. He picked up the shirt that Ashley was wearing that was lying on the edge of the bed and handed it back to her.

He pulled out a pair of boxers from his dresser. After he slid them on, he left her alone in the bedroom.

His messenger bag sat on the chair where he opened the flap. After moving papers around inside his bag, trying to find what he was looking for. He pulled out a white plastic shopping bag. Pulling out the receipt out of the bag, he wrapped the plastic bag into a small plastic ball.

He returned where Ashley was finishing putting her hair into a French braid. He sat down beside her. Once she set her hairbrush down, she twisted her body to see him. He handed her the plastic bag.

"What's this," she asked, taking the bag into her hand.

"A surprise," he teased. Ashley opened the bag where she pulled out a Starship Enterprise key chain with two keys on the ring.

"Doc," she said, looking up at him.

"These are the keys to my place. This is for the front door," he said, pointing to one of the keys. "And this is for the apartment."

She looked at him, surprise that he was actually giving the keys to his place. And then felt guilty for not being able to give him her keys.

"It's ok, I know that you would have," he assured her, pulling her in closer to him.

He set his head on top of hers, holding her in his arms as he continued, "However if things get really bad there and you need a break, you are more than welcome to come here, even when I am away on a case." She smiled, closing her hand.

"Thank-you."

She looked up, seeing the concern and worried on his face about this whole situation between her and Rose, "Hey it is going to be ok," she said, pulling away from him.

"You know what it is like. You need to fix something and you know it is going to be hard." He nodded his head where he pulled her in again, holding her again.

Ashley closed her eyes, smelling the soap on his skin. She didn't want Reid to worry about this.

Changing the subject, she said, "Is it just me, but ever since we started having sex, you have become this Sex God, but you are always gentle as a kitten. I never had orgasms this intense, this powerful before you."

He smiled, looking down, even though, he was blushing furiously, and he felt his head swell with pride and ergo. "No, it is not you. It has been absolutely incredible. Come here," he answered, pulling her back into bed. He laid back down where Ashley laid her head on his chest.

"I think it is starting to become addictive. Shit, imagine the meetings. 'Hi, I'm Ashley and I am addicted of having great sex with my boyfriend." He smiled, already seeing it.

"Well, this is one habit that I want to keep," he whispered.

"Me too." They laid together in silence before Reid raised his head up, seeing that she wasn't sleeping.

"Do you want to go out for a late lunch," he asked.

She smiled, "Sounds good, and then maybe we can hang out, be a normal couple," she said.

He wrapped his long arms around her. "Sure." He paused, stroking her spine through the thin material of his shirt in an up and down motion. "What does a normal couple do?"

Ashley placed her chin on top of his chest. "I have no idea," she answered before she laughed. Reid joined her.

She lay back down on his chest. He kissed on top of her head, pulling up the blankets over them.

"How is your medications holding up?" She looked up at him.

"I'm not sure, I'll go check," she offered as she was about to climb out of bed. Reid held her tight.

"Later," he said. She propped her head in her hand, setting her arm on his chest.

"I'm sorry that this is reminding you of your mom." He shook his head no, raising his head up, kissing her. He cupped her face in his hand.

"Honey, it's alright. I am more worried that I am going to sound like a nuisance to you."

She shook her head no, "Actually I am finding it very sweet."

"Alright, give us fifteen minutes," the friendly pharmacist technician said to the young couple as they stood by the pharmacy window. They step aside, letting the technician help the other person behind them.

Ashley took his hand, looking at his silver watch, "I am going to go and get a few things," she said.

He shook his head, "Why don't I get them, you can sit down on the bench, over there," he offered, pointing to the bench for the people who were waiting for their prescription to be filled.

She smiled, leaning forward to him. "I need to get some tampons," she whispered. He coughed, bending his head down. She stood on her toes, kissing his cheek.

"Do you need more," she quietly whispered. Reid was extremely grateful that Ashley didn't mention condoms out loud. He nodded.

"And some," she asked, not saying lubricant out loud. He nodded again. She was about to walk away from him. When he stopped her.

"Can you please pick up some shampoo and soap as well."

Ashley looked at him, "For your bag," she asked.

He shook his head no, "No, I was thinking that maybe you would like to leave your shampoo, soap, and such that you use at my place. Save you from bringing them back and forth," he answered, trying not to blush. She smiled, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek.

She picked up one of the plastic baskets that were sitting beside the pharmacy. He watched her disappear in the aisle.

"Dr. Reid," he heard a familiar voice behind him. One of the pharmacists stood behind the counter. He recognized him from one of the cases that the BAU dealt with last year which dealt with children that were overdosing on drugs that had been tampered. Ralph Smythe was asked for a counsel on the precipitations where they found it was very cleverly forged by the unsub was later planning to sue the medical company for millions of dollars. He appeared to be in his late forties with blond crew cut hair. He wore gold frame glasses and a white pharmacist jacket.

"I didn't know that you were working here," Reid said as he offered his hand.

"I started working here about a couple of months ago. Listen, do you have a few minutes," he asked quietly shaking his hand.

Reid could tell from the tone of his voice that it was serious. He nodded yes. Smythe opened the door to the pharmacy and lead the young doctor to the corner of the store where the two men were able to talk quietly.

"A couple of days ago, a woman was offering me and the other pharmacist money to change another woman's pills to something else. We told her no, it was against law. She doubled her offer and again, we said no so she left." Reid knew that as long they didn't take the money, they were not breaking any laws, but he could tell it did bother Smythe.

"She was very determined to get that prescription change and she might have gone somewhere else to do it."

Reid dug out his pad from his messenger bag and his silver pen from his jacket. "We don't deal with these cases, but I will still see what I can do. Do you remember anything about the woman or the other woman, anything?"

He took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Oh, I don't know without checking my records, but that other women met her in the store. I know that her name was Ashley, she was young, very pretty." Then he stopped as he put on his glasses, looking up.

"Her," he said, pointing his finger out. Reid turned his head, seeing Ashley, standing out by the aisle, looking over shampoo.

He turned his attention back to Smythe, "The one with the brown jacket. Are you sure," he asked, forcing himself to remain calm. He nodded yes.

"What about the other woman, what did she look like?"

"She was elderly, dressed in black, her hair was in a bun, and wore glasses," Smythe answered, describing Rose.

Oh crap, Reid thought.

"Excuse me, Ralph," one of the technicians who leaned her head over the counter, calling him.

"I need to get back to work."

Reid nodded, handing him his pad. "Could you write out your number and I will get back to you. And please don't tell anyone. That girl you pointed is my girlfriend."

Smythe nodded his head, writing down the information that Reid requested. Reid blew out his breath, putting his pen and pad back to where it belongs as he joined Ashley who was picking up her medication.

He forced himself to smile as he glanced down in her basket. Besides the things that she said that she was going to get, he also saw aspirin, heating pads, gummy worms, a notebook, loose-leaf and a green binder. He raised his eyebrows up at her.

"You already used up the notebooks that I brought you," he said.

"No," she answered sheepishly. "They were on sale. I also need to rewrite my notes for one of my classes." Reid smiled, bending his head down, not really surprise at her answer.

"Hey, wait until I get to a yarn store," she teased.

Just then, Reid's phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out, seeing Hotch's name on the screen. He looked at his girlfriend where they both knew it was time for him to go to work.