Title: Wedding Date Blues: Testing Doctor Reid (Part 5 of 5)
Author: Trista Groulx
Rating: T, same as the show
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I just think they need to get out and play more often. I shall return them unharmed. They belong to their network, creator, writers and actors and actresses who brought them to life.
Summary: Emily Prentiss is told she must attend a high profile family wedding, along with a date. She decides to bring her friend and co-worker Spencer Reid. Prentiss may be confidante in many ways, but not so much with guys.
Notes: So this is the last part of this fic for those of you who are not old enough or into M fic. Everything is tied up I promise. I suppose I could keep going on this, but I don't think I would do any justice to it. I'm glad so many people seem to have liked it.

The ceremony was very nice, although Reid did notice that the woman from the elevator was in the wedding party. He figured that she was a family member, since she did look a lot Prentiss, other then she had blue eyes, and lighter brown hair. He would have to ask her later about the woman was.

After the ceremony itself the wedding had been moved inside to a very nice ballroom inside the historic hotel. Prentiss looked at the seating assignments for the six course dinner that was being served, and lead Reid to their seats. They chatted for a few minutes.

"If you'll excuse me Spencer," said Prentiss standing up, going toward the washrooms.

He nodded, and watched her leave. He then saw the woman he saw the woman from the elevator approaching him. He silently wished that she was not a part of Prentiss' family so that he could just tell her off, he tried to avoid eye contact, but she still came toward him. He sighed, he didn't want to talk to her, but she sat down next to him, where Prentiss had been just a moment ago.

"So you're Emily's date?" the woman asked. "I'm her cousin Lydia."

"I should have guessed you were related. You could pass as sisters," said Reid trying to be friendly.

"Everyone told us that growing up. I've heard a lot of people whispering about you. Aunt Elizabeth said something about you being a doctor."

He nodded. "I have a couple of PhDs, so she would be right." He looked in the direction where Prentiss had gone hoping she would reappear and save him soon.

"Aren't you modest?" she giggled, running her hand up his arm.

"I'm here with your cousin please take your hand off of me."

"From what I hear Emily only brought you because she needed a believable date for this wedding. I'm sure you agreed so you could find someone to hook up with while you are here. That's what most guys do when they go to a wedding with a friend."

"I'm not most guys," he said, trying to make her remove her hand from his arm. He knew he could do it if he used a little more force, but he didn't want to hurt her. "I'm asking to please take your hands off of me."

"Even if you aren't like most guys. I'll give you my room number, so you'll know where to find me when you've had a few drinks in you."

"I'm not interested in anyone but Emily. Now, will you please leave me alone?"

"But I am having fun, you're so sexy," she sighed, squeezing his knee.

"Stop," he hissed, no longer trying to be polite.

"Where is the fun in that? Come on Doctor Reid I must be turning you on."

"No, you're not. You are pissing me off, actually."

"You are just no fun," she huffed.

She got up and left, going in the same direction as Prentiss had gone a few minutes earlier. Reid sighed, loudly wishing that either a drink or Prentiss would magically appear in front of him at that moment. He could not believe that Prentiss' cousin had been so forward after he had made it clear she was not interested.

Lydia went over to her cousin who was leaning up against the bar, a mixed drink sitting in front of her. She had already finished about half of the drink. She was worried about what she was doing to Reid, and hoped that he would forgive her.

"You may want to bring a little something for your date, he looked a little exasperated when I left," Lydia told her cousin.

"He didn't try anything?" asked Prentiss, putting the glass down.

"He kept telling me he was here with you. You have nothing to worry about with this guy, Emily, really. I told you it was stupid to do this like when we were in high school. He was really upset by the end Em."

"I just needed to know Lyd."

"I know I do, but he passed the test. You need to trust yourself, not every guy is like John. Not every guy is a cheater either. Spencer certainly isn't. He has an awful lot of respect for you. You just need to trust him. He looked horrified the whole time I was speaking to him. It was awful. I never want to make someone feel like that ever again. If you do start something with this guy, he's the last person I am doing this to. I love you, and you know it, but this is bad karma."

"I know, and I am really sorry for making you do that. Why is this so hard for me? I know how he feels. This is Reid we are talking about he would never hurt anyone he cares about, and I go and do this to him." She took another sip of her drink. "I promise that I won't make you do this again."

"Thank you I'm holding you that promise. Maybe it hurts cause this time it could be real Emily. You have to notice the way he looks at you, right?"

"What does that mean?"

"He's in love with you."

Prentiss almost choked on her drink. "You're insane. We just started – you can't even call it dating."

"You can deny all you want, but this could make things awkward every time I have to see him. The only woman he sees is you, and that's because he is in love with you. And I think you look like you've been hit by a tanker truck for doing that to him cause you love him too."

"You are aware that you are insane? I'll explain it to him. I just hope he'll understand."

"He will, now quit stalling. Go back and save your handsome doctor."

Emily picked up her glass of wine, as well as whiskey sour for Reid. Then she went back to her seat, placing the drink down in front of Reid. He looked up at her, glad to see her, and the drink she had set down. He ran his finger around the rim of the glass, staring at it, thinking about what had just happened. He wanted to tell her but he didn't want to get between her and her family.

"Sorry about Lydia," she said kissing his cheek, before sitting down.

He took a sip of the drink. "Why are you apologising for her actions?"

"I asked her to do it. We've been doing it since we were teenagers. It's childish I know, but since we look alike, we like to know if the guy is about looks, or something else."

"I'm glad I passed, I guess," he said taking a gulp of the drink. "How did you know I liked these?"

"I'm a profiler too Spencer. I just figured you were not the kind of guy who drank anything on the rocks. Everyone can enjoy a good whiskey sour. I really am sorry for not trusting you. I'll explain myself later, okay?"

"You don't have to."

"I want to." She moved and gently brushed his hair with her hand.

He smiled at her, feeling a lot more at ease now. She then brushed his cheek gently, leaning in closer to him. She kissed him softly. She could feel him smile, and ease up after what she had just put him through. Reid pulled away when he heard someone clear their throat behind them. Prentiss sighed, seeing her mother standing there looking less the impressed.

"Sorry Ambassador Prentiss," Reid mumbled automatically.

"Mother, you're the one who insisted I bring a date, and now you're mad I'm paying attention to him?" sighed Prentiss.

"You shouldn't ignore your family either Emily. We hardly ever get see you."

"There may be a reason for that. Come one Spencer, let's go make the rounds."

Reid took her hand, he could tell she was already stressing about this. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted to help. She seemed to relax considerably when he took her hand, so he decided to keep ahold of it while they talked to her various family members, mostly cousins and aunts. All of whom seemed to be glad to be catching up with her. He felt a little out of place, but knew she needed him close, so he didn't excuse himself.

She went to the bar, and sighed, everyone else was sitting down to eat. She needed another drink to calm her nerves. She asked Reid to follow her, and she was glad that he did. She needed a few minutes alone with him, and this seemed like the perfect time. She smiled at him gently running her hand along his hair line.

"What is your fixation with my hair?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know. It's soft, and it looks sexy."

"Oh, so what's on your mind?"

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for all of this."

"For all of what?" he asked. "I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to come. I had to meet your family. They seem nice."

"You really think that? They are all so nosey. They want to know everything about my life, and about you. I hate that."


"It's irritating. Didn't you get sick of telling all those people about your PhDs, and hearing about how it's so nice to see Emily with a nice guy?"

"Not really."

"Really?" she queried, shocked.

"Yes, really, you are lucky to have so much family Emily. All I have is my mother. She has been on a few medications that have made her forget that she even has a son."

"I never thought about that. I'm sorry for being so whiny about this Spencer."

"It's okay, really. I'm a little jealous that you have so many people that care about you. I guess you always want what you can't have."

She nodded. "You're right. I can't wait until I can take you upstairs."

He smiled at her. "Me either, but try to enjoy yourself. And maybe slow down with the drinks."

"I'll try, and why?"

"I enjoyed kissing you better this morning when I knew your mind was clouded by anything. Also, I like it better when you taste like you and not a brewery."

She laughed. "You're too much, Spencer Reid, you really are."

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Just the stuff you come out with. You are so honest. It's sweet. I'm not used to a guy actually telling me what he is thinking, and not wonder if it's a lie. You are so honest, and I like it. Don't ever change."

"I don't plan to. Is that why you had your cousin try to feel me up?"

She laughed, then nodded. "Yeah, I have had a couple guys cheat on me, and just be jerks. I needed to know that I wouldn't get hurt this time. I should have trusted you. You're my friend, and you're not about to change."

"I would never do that to you, but I understand that sometimes after you've been hurt you need to protect yourself."

He then leaned over and kissed her gently. She couldn't believe how easily he had just forgiven her. Prentiss wondered if maybe Lydia was right about what she had said about Reid's feelings toward her. They picked up their drinks and went back to the table. Reid once again had his hand on Prentiss' back. She loved the way it felt, and was glad she had picked the dress she had. Every time he touched her bare back she knew that he cared about her, and not because he was obligated to. It sent shivers up her spine, and goosebumps of anticipation everywhere else.

They enjoyed the dinner that was served. After the dishes were cleared away the speeches began. Prentiss always hated that part. Usually she would make sure her wine glass didn't go empty, but she had agreed to slow down that night. She sighed listening to all of the speeches, which always sounded the same.

She decided to try a different tactic to get through the last part of the wedding, since drowning her sorrows was not really an option. She curled into Reid a little. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. It felt nice to have someone to be with during this, even if she could feel her mother's eyes staring at her from across the room. She was still relaxed in his arms, she had never felt like that before.

Reid kissed her forehead. "How long do you want to stick around?" he asked.

"I figure we can leave after the photographer leaves. I'm sure Nadia won't mind if I don't spend the night dancing since I'm not really drinking."

"All right, that seems fair."

"I do however want to get in at least one dance with my date."

"That seems fair."

She couldn't believe the way the weekend had turned out. She was actually happy to be curled up with Reid at her cousin's wedding. Thanks to him it hadn't been an entirely terrible experience. She watched as the happy couple took their first dance, followed by the father daughter dance, and finally the mother son dance. People began to move around the room. Reid was slightly less panic stricken when he saw Lydia approaching.

"You two look awfully cozy," Lydia said, a huge smile on her face. "I'm happy for you Em. You better be sticking around for the bouquet throwing."

"Now that you said that I really don't want to stay. I'm too afraid that you and Nadia are plotting something to make me be the one to catch it."

"Don't you trust us?"

"Not really. Besides I have better things to do then fight for a bouquet of flowers."

Lydia laughed. "I guess I can't really argue with that, can I? I'm sorry for my actions, for what it's worth."

"Hopefully we'll meet again under better circumstances."

"i hope so too," Lydia assured him, then left to go talk to a friend.

One of Prentiss' favourite songs, Feels Like Home by Chantal Kreviazuck, began to play. "Spencer are you ready for that dance?"

"Yeah, um, sure," he said, getting up slowly.

She figured that Reid hadn't really gone to many dances growing up, and that she was going to have flashbacks of being in junior high while she danced with him. She didn't care, this was her favourite song, and she was going to dance to it with her date. Reid wrapped his arms around her nervously, and they began to dance.

At first he seemed like he had two left feet, but then he got right into the rhythm. He gently moved her so that her head was resting very comfortably on his chest, as they moved slowly to the beat. He was actually a good dancer, and she was glad she was able to relax.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" she asked him as the song ended.

"I was trying to impress a theatre student while I was in college. I took lessons. It didn't really work. But I ended up getting quite a few dates to various high school proms. Since I was the right age but was in college."

She laughed. "Now I feel bad for thinking you never went to high school dances."

"I never went to any of my own, so you were mostly right." He then lead her back to where they had been sitting before, a heavier song was now playing.

She took his hand. "Lydia told me something before, it really threw me."

"What did she tell you?"

"She told me she thought you were in love with me."

"Would it be wrong if I was?"

She shook her head. "We haven't even done more then kiss."

"You can be in love with a person without even touching them. It's about connections, and emotions, not about the physical part, that's just a bonus."

"You believe that?"

"Of course I do. This weekend has taught me a lot about myself and how I feel about you. You don't have to feel the same way, but I think I love you Emily Prentiss."

She ran her hand through his hair gently. "I think I love you too Spencer Reid." She kissed him gently. "Promise me you'll never make me do this?"

"Do what?" he asked confused.

"Have a huge wedding with hundreds of guests we don't even really know."

"I promise. If we ever get that point we won't do anything like this. We're really lucky no one will think twice about us going to Vegas."

"Good point, I like the way that brain of yours works" she said, grinning. "It may be time to upstairs now. I honestly don't care if anyone misses us."

"I thought you would never say that. I can't wait to get that dress on the floor."

"I told you that the dress was my thank you for coming with me, but I might have another surprise up my sleeve."

"I like the sound of that."

He put his hand on the small of her back, leading her out of the large ball room. He hoped that they would not run into anyone on their way out. He just wanted to go back to their room and forget the rest of the world existed. Reid wanted to memorize every part Prentiss. As much as he had enjoyed what they had done, and what he had seen earlier the morning he needed more.

Thankfully no one stopped them before they got to elevator in the lobby. Prentiss wrapped her arms around Reid, kissing him deeply as they waited. When the doors opened the couple tumbled into the elevator. Reid's hands were running along the length of her bare back. While Prentiss' hands were once again tangled in Reid's hair. They both knew the night were going to enjoy the first nights of many together.

The End

Notes: Check out the song if you'd like. I didn't feel the need to put the lyrics in. Reid and Prentiss' future is up to your imaginations, unless the muse gives me something awesome. The epilogue is separate because it may not appeal to everyone. You won't miss anything important to the plot. I promise.
Hugz to all of you who reviewed, put this on alerts, favorites or read this fic - trista

ps the "M" rated epilogue is called "Emotional Explosions, and is a stand alone.