A/N: Hello, my lovely readers. Life has been so crazy that I've had this serious case of writers block. I've been trying to finish a story and the last two chapters have been hard to finish. So i decided to give my mind something else to work on and here you have it. I looked up and I had four different One-Shots and ideas for several more. I've always been a fan of the Reid/Prentiss pairing. So i decided to make it a series. Here are the first two. There are two more coming soon. Not all of them are rated M but I know at least two are. Instead of quotes there will be song lyrics from the song that inspired the fic. So enjoy. If There's love is a song by Citizen Cope. And Last One To Know is a song by Joss Stone.
"Will this episode explode to the light of love. Is this the door that will never close like it's done before..."
Emily Prentiss was the very epitome of worn out and tired but she couldn't sleep. Not after what her and Reid had gone through in Colorado. Instead, she was laid out on her sofa in comfy sweatpants, a thin hooded t-shirt, and slipper boots. Being home felt great but she still couldn't sleep. She stared out of her large windows sipping a glass of wine and holding ice to one of her many bruises.
Her mind kept wondering back to one moment. It wasn't during the tumultuous time spent held prisoner, it was after. The moment she couldn't stop thinking about happened on the jet. She had just finished explaining to Reid that what happened to her wasn't his fault and he'd given her a weak smile. It was so simple, the moment she kept thinking about, but she couldn't get her mind off of it. Spencer Reid, the man who rarely shook hands with anyone they met had rubbed her hand with his thumb. It was such a wonderfully intimate gesture it caught her off guard. It just wasn't his style. She'd heard stories about how he'd kissed a girl in a pool but she just couldn't reconcile that man with the Spencer Reid she knew. He had an unnatural aversion to touching people; she'd tease him about it every now and then. She'd muss his hair or hold his hand just to bother him but he'd never returned the gesture. Now in less than 24 hours he had full on hugged her and rubbed her hand with his thumb.
The hug could be easily explained away. They had just survived something traumatic. She'd been so happy to see that he and Morgan were okay after the explosion, Reid maybe a little more than Morgan. Morgan was always okay but Spencer was a trouble magnet. He had a way of getting hurt in situations that were supposed to be safe. She knew for a fact that if she hadn't piped up and said she was the FBI agent Cyrus would have killed Reid. He wouldn't kill Emily, although she foresaw that his reaction would be biblical. That was a given considering his reactions to women beforehand. He obviously didn't consider them equal to men and he wouldn't kill one for the same reason. Reid he would have shot dead and she never would have forgiven herself. She cared more about the awkward genius than she willing to admit. Garcia and JJ already saw it, whether she was willing to admit or not.
There was a knock on her door that let her know her guest had arrived. He had called her asking if she was awake. He was having trouble sleeping too but that was normal for him. He never could turn that super brain of his off. She groaned pulling herself up setting her glass of wine on the table. She looked out the peephole and smiled. She opened the door and Reid smiled awkwardly with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Something about him looked brand new. She couldn't put her finger on it. She'd seen him in his pajamas a couple of times but this was different. She stepped aside and let him in taking in his nervous demeanor. She closed the door and locked it before walking to the kitchen and pouring him his own glass of wine. He took it but she noticed he didn't drink it. She also noticed that he was having trouble looking at her face. He would look everywhere else but he couldn't meet her eyes. Emily walked back over and sat down on the sofa waiting patiently for him to follow. He plopped down next to her watching as she put the ice back on her stomach.
"Reid, what brings you here at," she looked at the clock on her DVD player, "Three in the morning? Not that I was sleeping."
"I couldn't sleep." He responded staring at his glass of wine. He took a sip and sat it back on the table relaxing back on the sofa. She rolled her eyes and looked back at him. She already knew that part but she decided not to say that.
"Yeah, that makes two of us."
"I figured you wouldn't be asleep."
"What's on your mind?" She asked softly. He sat up and put his elbows on his knees and looked up at her. She could tell just by the look in his eyes what was on his mind. She reached out and grabbed his hand holding it in hers. When he went to look away she yanked his arm until he met her eyes silently reiterating what she'd said before.
"I know. I just can't help feeling like…I don't know. I could have taken the beating; I shouldn't have made you do it for me."
"We both know you would have taken a bullet and not a beating. How do you think I would have felt watching you die?"
"I just can't help thinking about how I treated you before; I was a dick to you Emily. I don't think I've ever actually apologized to you for that. What I was going through…it's no excuse." Emily just stared at him for a second. For one, Dr. Spencer Reid just used the word 'dick' in a sentence. And another thing, he just mentioned what it seemed everyone else had deemed unmentionable. Everyone seemed to ignore his addiction and subsequent recovery but she'd always admired his strength.
"No, Reid, there was no excuse for ignoring it. We didn't help you like we should have."
"I wouldn't have let you." He responded looking at his hands in his lap. That was probably true but they probably should have tried anyway. They made it taboo, which meant they pretty much acted as though it was supposed to go away on its own. The man before her had been through hell but somehow they all forgot.
"I'm so sorry, Spencer." She blurted out without thinking about it. She was looking ahead of her.
"Why are you sorry?"
"For expecting you to work miracles without help." He looked at her clearly confused. She'd obviously lost him somewhere. She'd made leaps and bounds in her mind and somehow forgot to bring him along. "What you did, without help, was amazing. I'm sorry we never told you just how special you are." He looked up at her blushing before he looked away.
"What does not destroy me, makes me stronger." He quoted still not looking at her.
"Yeah, well, we should be a team full of Kryptonians by now." Wow, that was unbelievably nerdy. Even for you Emily. Anyone else would have looked at her funny but Reid just snorted and nodded.
"We're more like the Land of Misfit Toys." He replied taking another sip of his wine.
"You are the only misfit toy I know who randomly quotes Nietzsche randomly."
"He who has a why can endure any how." He quoted again the beginnings of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Emily, at that moment, got a feeling in her stomach she wasn't sure how to explain away.
"A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us."
"You have your way, I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist."
"There is always some madness in love. But there is always some reason in madness."
"'I have done that' says my memory. 'I cannot have done that' says my pride, and remains adamant. At last – memory yields."
"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman as the most dangerous play thing."
"Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not."
"To make the individual uncomfortable, that is my task."
"We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us."
"I think I'm out." She started and she saw his smile grow when he realized he won. "I swear we should make this a drinking game."
"Then maybe I'll win. I would win if it was 80's rock lyrics."
It was hours later when she woke up curled against his fully clothed body that she really thought about that feeling her stomach. It was butterflies. She couldn't believe it. She was a grown woman with a crush. She didn't want to move for fear of waking him but it wasn't the only reason. She felt warm and safe. There was a flutter in her chest and her belly along with a feeling akin to sipping hot chocolate in winter. It spread warmth through her from the tips of her hair to her toe nails.
She couldn't figure out when it started. They had had their problems. They didn't get a long for a while. But then something changed and she realized there was no one like him. He was a good friend and a good man. He had so many traits that she'd looked for in men for years but never found. Maybe that's why he brought her peace.
She put her own life on the line because his was in danger. Even if she could relive it she would change a thing. He felt guilty for something that was her decision. But that was one of those things she liked about him. He had a heart the size of a small country. That's why he put himself between an angry boy and the cops ready to shoot him. That's why he couldn't sleep on the plane after seeing that boy shot in front of him. Most people would let it go because he was in no way a good kid. He'd talked teenagers into kidnapping, raping, and murdering a girl and keeping another.
He stirred and she panicked pretending to still be asleep but he didn't fall for it. She could feel his eyes on her. It took all her strength to finally look up but it was worth it. There, in his eyes before he had a chance to hide it, was the same thing she was feeling. Something was definitely different between Spencer and Emily. There was something else there that she had been denying within herself. His gaze was filled with warmth and love and it sped up her heart in her chest.
How could she hide this from herself? She was sure he could see it. He pushed her hair back behind her hair and rubbed her cheek. It was such an intimate gesture that her breath caught in her throat. This wasn't the same boy she'd met years before. It was when his lips met hers that she finally admitted it to herself.
She was in love with Spencer Reid. And she was pretty sure he loved her too. She couldn't think of anything that terrified her more than that.
"I think that I've just found me the right one. I can't believe that I'm the last to know..."