Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 22 - The End.

We Hope To Hear From You

"Holy mother of Jesus Christ!" Morgan exclaimed, getting the intentional giggles he intended with the pun.

"It's the Priest!" JJ finally stated the obvious.

"JUDAS PRIEST!" Garcia said, far louder than she would have wanted. Everyone got the joke except Doctor Reid, who had absolutely no idea that Judas Priest is a metal band.

Reid was lost in thoughts, though. He knew he had to talk to Emily as soon as possible. She was a catholic pregnant woman. She was probably the next victim. He had no time for fun and games.

"Guys, I need, like, twenty minutes to solve a very important problem." He simply said, avoiding eye contact with any of them.

"What can be more important than arresting a serial killer?" Prentiss asked, looking like she wasn't pleased at all with Reid's decision of leaving, especially now that they had finally figured everything out and had to get moving in order to arrest the priest.

"I'll be back before you catch him, really!"

And before he had anyone's blessing to leave, he ran out the door faster than he had ever ran in his entire life.



"Emily!"

He pressed the doorbell frenetically over and over again, and called out for her.

"EMILY!"

He got absolutely no response. Just silence. A worrying horrific silence.

He then tried to call her cell phone several times but the call would always get rejected. She was either mad at him or...

"FUCK!" It was probably the first time ever that Spencer Reid said a curse word. That's how angry and desperate he was right there. Standing by the door, no one answered; his phone calls getting turned down; no idea where she could be.

Okay, I'm Emily. Where would I be right now?
He started thinking like Morgan. It didn't work.

He then decided he would search for the priest. If he got him, he would be able to save her, too. If there was still an Emily to be saved...

He hesitated. He wasn't fond of churches. He thought of Emily's bright orange hair and big eyes. He thought about the child she was carrying. His child. Baby Reid. Then he got the courage to stomp in the church, only to find out it was completely empty.

His own cell phone rang. It was Hotch. He didn't want to answer. He just wanted to find Emily safe and sound. He had no idea where she was. He couldn't think. His 187 IQ super brain was collapsing. His entire body was collapsing. He felt hot, then frozen. He saw the church spin around him, Jesus Christ dancing, all the saints twirling around his head.

Spencer Reid fell to the ground, with a harsh dry sound.



"Spence?"

It was a female voice. A female voice he knew too well.

"Jenny?"

His voice was weakened and he had a major headache, but other than that, he seemed pretty okay.

"Morning, sleeping beauty!"

He knew that voice, too. And that sarcasm. And that dark skin.

"Hi Morgan."

He tried waving his hand, but he could barely feel his arm.

"Well, you were doing more important things, but while you were at it, we found our criminal, arrested him and saved the damsel in distress. If you care..." Morgan said, ironically, still mad at the fact that Reid had left.

"Is Emily okay?!" He asked suddenly, getting at least half of his strength back.

"She is, kind of. The girl got stabbed four times in the abdomen and still managed to survive. She's tough!"

Spencer smiled to himself. At least she wasn't dead.

"The baby, however, didn't make it." Morgan curled the tip of his lips down. Reid did the same. His baby was dead. So much for the plans of raising that unholy child the best he could.

"Well, the girl's going to survive. That's the most important..."

He tried convincing himself it was okay. It wasn't, though. It would be.

"We're flying back to Quantico tomorrow." Hotch announced. "We're finally going home."

Everyone smiled. Except for Reid. He wanted to see Emily again and give her one last kiss. But if he did that, everyone would know he was emotionally and sexually involved with her and he would get suspended, or even fired from the FBI. He was far too rational to loose his job upon something as simple as a kiss.

The only thing he left her was a yellow rose, with a note saying merely


The BAU team wishes you the best. Get well soon. We hope to hear from you.

Love,

Spencer Reid.

Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 21

Unholy Child

All human sin seems so much worse in its consequences than in its intentions.

~Reinhold Niebuhr

"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned."

Even though there was a small wooden intricate door between them with a piece of black tissue, so the Priest wouldn't know who was on the other side, he clearly knew that voice. Emily Bronson. He knew it was her and he was smart enough to put the pieces together. He knew she was going to talk about her grandmother's death, but also the child she was carrying. An unholy child.

"What have you done, young soul?"

"I..." She swallowed her own saliva and took a deep breath. She knew Father Stevens knew it was her but she needed to tell someone about what was tormenting her soul. "I have committed the worst sin of all." She said, with a heavy heart. "I have wished for someone's death." She confessed, her face filled with sadness, regret and sickness. She felt sick for having such horrible feelings inside of her. It sickened her that she has actually wished for her grandmother's death, even though it was with the best of intentions. And it also sickened her that she wished the child she was carrying didn't even make it to see the light of day. She didn't want to have that child.

"Well, let us cut to the chase, Emmy, I know what you're talking about." Father Stevens said, causing Emily to sigh in relief. It felt a little better to talk to someone she knew rather than pretend she was talking to a messenger of God. "It is only understandable."

She formed a tiny smile when she heard that. It was relieving, even though it didn't make her feel any less of a horrible bitch that she actually wished for her grandmother's death.

"As a human being, I cannot condemn you for wishing the death of someone who is in such a tremendous amount of pain, like your grandmother was." He calmly said, making Emily feel a little less guilty.

"I'll just have to pray five times a day for a whole week and it'll go away?" She made fun of the situation, as usual. Humor helped her go through the worst moments of her life. When all else fails, a good laugh is the only thing able to brighten anyone's day.

Father Stevens smiled.

"Oh honey, the feeling of guilt will never go away, but it will get easier to deal with it. After all, you had good intentions. You didn't want to see someone you love suffer the way Beth was suffering. Everyone deserves a chance in life, but the Lord doesn't enjoy it when His children are in such a deal of pain."

Emily smiled a little.

"Thank you, Father..."

She sighed. It was now time to tell him about the pregnancy test. She trusted him. He had known her for her entire life and he was a Priest, a man of God, so that made him trust-worthy. In theory, at least.

"What else is tormenting your soul, Emily?" He asked. She knew he was talking about the pregnancy test. She wanted to tell him. But she felt so embarrassed by it. She could barely even form the words.

"I'm pregnant." She simply said, really fast, really low, like she wanted to just say at once and never have to say it out loud ever again.

"Whose child is it?" Father Stevens simply asked, an extraordinary wave of calmness running through his body. Like he's asked that question a thousand times before to a thousand different women.

"It's... it's..." she felt embarrassed. She didn't want to say it was Spencer's. He was an FBI agent. She was a federal crime witness. They were not supposed to have sex. They were not supposed to even have any sort of relationship other than a professional one. However, they did have sex and they were emotionally connected and they were going to have a child.

"It's Spencer's." She said, sighing at the same time. She felt like shit. She has never felt so bad ever before.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend..." Emily said, embarrassed. For Catholics, sex is supposed to serve one purpose only: reproduction. It's not meant for pleasure. And it's meant for married couples only. Married straight couples who wish to reproduce. So she knew having sex for pleasure with someone who she wasn't committed to was a huge sin in the eyes of the Church.

"That is a big sin, Emily." Father said, not to Emily's surprise. "Your punishment will be severe."

She trembled. She wasn't sure what the punishment would be, but all she could think about was Mary Madeleine: the prostitute who was condemned to death for the sin of flesh. She was going to be stoned to death by a raging crowd, hadn't Jesus Christ saved her by saying He who never committed a sin may throw the first stone.

Mary was saved by the love of Jesus, but would Jesus show the same love towards Emily?

"God is kind, Emily. He forgives sins. But only if the sinner regrets them." Father said, grinning. Emily, however, couldn't see his grin through the black tissue that was separating them. "Do you regret it?"

Truth is, she didn't regret it. Not for a second. She regretted the fact that they forgot the condom and that she forgot to take the birth control pill, but she didn't regret making love to Spencer. Not at all. She actually enjoyed every single second of it and she would do it all over again.

She answered honestly, much to Father Stevens displease. She didn't expect him to understand the pleasures of sex. Catholic priests are supposed to keep their virginity their entire lives.

"You shall not be forgiven until you regret your sins, my child. That's how it works."

Having heard this, Emily felt disgust. Not only for herself but she kind of felt like her religion wasn't exactly fair or open-minded. So she left the church and went back to her place. She took her tank top off and placed herself in front of the mirror, looking at her stomach. Soon, it would be all huge and swollen. Unless she did something about it. The other thing Father Stevens would condemn. She didn't exactly like the idea, either, but it was for the best. She couldn't raise a child on her own, with such a shitty job. She didn't want Spencer to lose his job over her lack of responsibility either. She had to put an end to it and hopefully move on like nothing ever happened.

And she would have to eventually learn to regret her feelings towards Spencer Reid.



"How do you analyze a shrink?" Morgan asked, turning to Reid, like he was the source of all knowledge. Which he was, kind of.

"I have a BA in Psychology, so technically, I'm also a shrink." Reid said, causing Derek to look at him with a furrowed brow. Morgan was sometimes afraid of Reid's mind. Reid was afraid of his own mind, too. Having such a high IQ can be pretty frightening, especially for someone as tormented as Doctor Reid.

"I just wanna know who the killer is, and arrest him and get the hell out of here!" JJ sighed. "This town gives me the creeps."

"Well, there's crime rate pretty much everywhere, there isn't a one-hundred percent safe city anywhere in the world. Unless it's deserted." Reid said, not realizing he was scaring JJ. He glanced up at her and saw fear and confusion on her big blue eyes. Mostly confusion. But also some fear, knowing literally nowhere was safe. "Well, anywhere where there's people..." He tried to make her feel better, but failed miserably.

"Just quit it, Reid, you're just not good at making people feel better with your mouth open." Garcia said, making everyone giggle, except for Reid. His IQ apparently didn't get ironic jokes.

"So I'm good at making people feel better with my mouth closed?" He was genuinely confused.

"Okay, people, what do we have on the psychologists?" Rossi said, not pleased with the fact that he had to stop the play and make everyone focus on work. But unfortunately, it was his job.

"Well, two of the victims didn't even see a shrink and the ones who did had different doctors." Prentiss said, clearly unhappy, since it was the hundredth time they thought they had a suspect and ended up having nothing.

"We've been doing this for too long." Morgan said, visibly sad and somewhat angry. "We've been here for over a month and we've got nothing!"

"We can't let more women get killer, Morgan." Prentiss said, disagreeing with his idea of just quitting the case and getting back to Quantico to solve other cases.

In one thing, Morgan was right: it lasted for too long. While they were in New Jersey trying to solve an unsolvable case, a lot of people were getting murdered some place else, because the BAU can't be several places at once.

"It's not the shrink." Reid said, causing everyone to suddenly look at him.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious!" Morgan said, ironically and rougher than his usual jokes.

"Think of a person who always knows everything these catholic women do, all the sins they have committed." He started explaining. "Now think of someone who represents the idea that sex is wrong unless it's meant for reproduction. Especially sex outside of marriage."

All the other BAU members started putting the pieces together. It made perfect sense. It fits the profile, in a very twisted sick way. But it does.

Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 20

Expect the Unexpected

To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.

~Oscar Wilde

"My life is over." Emily declared, holding the white pregnancy test with the little plus sign on the display.

Twenty two days had passed since that Sunday afternoon when Emily and Spencer made love in her bed for the first time. After that one time, another came, in the day Spencer visited Emily and her Nana at the hospital. She found herself smiling, though. It was ironic. Every day, literally thousands of women all around the globe try to get pregnant the most various ways, without success. Emily had sex twice and she got pregnant almost instantly. Spencer's sperm must be fucking awesome! She laughed. She was standing on a public restroom, holding a pregnancy test, laughing like she had just heard the funniest joke of all times. The two girls who were washing their hands both gave Emily a what the fuck? face and left the restroom, commenting on Emily's weirdness.

Nana was on life support. She was awake but she couldn't breathe on her own. She had made her Will and she was ready to sign the papers asking to be unplugged from the machines. Due to her condition, she needed the signature of someone in her family, in this case, her daughter-in-law, in order for the papers to have any effect. Aunt Daisy would, of course, sign the papers with no further delays or even a moment to mourn her mother-in-law's death.

Emily's grandmother was, literally, counting down the days to go. And now Emily was counting down the days until a living breathing creature crawled out of her vagina. And she would have to love it, feed it, teach it how to swim and pay for its college tuition. Or she could end it before it was even a he or a she. She didn't know whether she should tell Spencer or not.

Emily kept the pregnancy test in her pocket, wrapped around a lot of tissues (that were actually meant to clean your hands dry after you wash them) and made her way into Starbucks. She needed a nice cup of coffee to get her energy levels sky rockin'. It was 7:30 in the morning and she had to go to work.

"Think straight, Emily Anne." She repeated to herself countless times on her way to the morgue, taking small sips from her extremely hot cappuccino. "Think straight."



Nana's machines were going to be unplugged that evening. Emily rushed to the hospital in order to say goodbye to Nana. It was one of the hardest things she ever had to do, but it was for the best. Nana couldn't live the short years she had left stuck in a hospital bed, especially if she couldn't even remember her own grandchild's name. It was for the best.

Emily barged in the hospital, being forced to slow down by various looks of disapproval coming from pretty much everyone in the main hallway.

"My name's Emily Bronson, I'm here to visit my grandmother, room 202."

"Upstairs." The receptionist informed, bored. Her job was most likely boring, sitting there all day, taking people's IDs and sending them upstairs. But Emily could care less. She wanted to see her grandmother before the plugs were pulled out.

Surprisingly, Spencer Reid was standing there, next to Nana's bed, looking at the old lady with an expression of profound sadness in his face. Along with him, a priest waited for Nana to wake up, so she could her last prayer. It was Priest Michael Stevens, from the church Nana always went to listen to the Service. Him and Nana were great friends and he watched Emily grow from a little happy girl to a bright orange headed young adult with no expectations or hopes in her life.

"Spencer!" Emily wanted to hold him, but she didn't want to do it in front of the priest. "Thank you..." She simply said, trying to sound less excited.

Nana seemed to be waking up. Like usual, she had no idea where she was, who she was and who those people standing next to her were.

Emily thought she would be crying a river, but she didn't. Not that she was holding back her tears, she simply had no tears to hold anymore. Her eyes were now completely dry, from all the crying she had done during previous tragedies. All she could do now was hold tight to Spencer's hand and quickly glance up into his eyes as the doctors did their job.

She wanted to say goodbye to Nana, but no words came out of her mouth. She was too sad to talk. And too shocked about the news of her own pregnancy. And confused about whether she should or not tell Reid about it.

The following ten minutes felt like ten years to both Emily and Spencer. All they wanted was to get out of there and pretend like nothing ever happened. Like their lives never collided and like they weren't sad or overall broken at all. Emily also wanted to pretend like she didn't have a pregnancy test with a little pink plus sign in it inside of her pocket.

Nana was now officially dead. Emily was now officially pregnant. And Priest Stevens was now officially annoying the fuck out her with the typical therapy session some people like to give others whenever something this tragic happens. Emily didn't have the patience to deal with it at that particular moment. She needed to tell Spencer the truth as fast as she could, now that she was finally sure that was the right thing to do.

"Sir, if you don't mind I would like to go to the church tomorrow because, you see, I'm just... I need to deal with this right now, it's too much to take in..." Emily was trying to find the words to politely ditch the priest. She put her hands in her pockets, in a rigid position, super uncomfortable.

"Well, I understand, Emmy." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving her a fatherly smile. Emily smiled back, even though she didn't really feel like smiling. It was more an instinct smile, the ones you give to people even if you don't want to. That awkward smile your brain forces your lips to form.

Emily took her hands out her pockets and, accidentally, the pregnancy test wrapped in the tissues fell. Her heart skipped a beat right there, but then she noticed no one had seen a thing with all the tissues. She hurried to pick it up, trying not to look like it was something worth hiding. She was having a hard time playing it cool, though. She was far too nervous. So nervous that, as she took all of those tissues in her hand, the pregnancy test fell on the floor. Emily swallowed her own saliva. She watched as both Spencer and Priest Stevens look at her, puzzled looks upon both their faces.

She gave Spencer a look that clearly said We need to talk but he couldn't take off his puzzled facial expression.

"Well, then, I must go." Priest Stevens said, smiling lightly at both of them. "I will see you tomorrow, then, Emmy." He said, leaving.

"Now us." Spencer said, looking at Emily's pregnancy test. "That is something you should probably explain."

She took the pregnancy test in her hands and threw it away, into the small garbage can by Nana's bed, along with all the tissues. Walking really slow, like she didn't want to leave, she made her way out of the hospital, with Spencer following her, also taking very small slow footsteps so he wouldn't outrun her.

She stopped in the middle of the street, all of a sudden, then turned to Spencer and said
"I'm pregnant. With your child."

And, not even giving him the time to respond to such shocking news, she went away, walking really fast towards her neighborhood. He tried to follow but, at some point, he realized that maybe she wanted to be left alone for a while, as she needed to process her grandmother's death and the fact that she was carrying a baby inside of her. Spencer Reid's baby.

Spencer then realized he was a father. The child inside of Emily Bronson was his child, not anyone else's. It was his baby, even though it was merely a fetus the size of a pea. But it would grow and, eventually, it would come out and see the light of the day as a full grown baby. Spencer Reid was going to have a son or daughter.

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Closer to the end.

Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 19

Strange Peace

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

~Ingrid Bergman

Spencer checked his phone, to see three missed calls. Emily Bronson.
He wondered what could possibly be wrong with her. He tried calling her back but, this time, it was her who seemed to not be available to talk to him. He got worried. He tried calling again. She didn't answer it. Spencer was now genuinely worried about Emily.

Emily, on the other hand, was worried about Nana. She had had a heart attack. Emily didn't know what to do. She had never witnessed a situation like that before. And now it was happening to someone close to her.

Aunt Daisy sounded bored on the phone, like she didn't actually care if Nana was alright or not, she just mumbled something about how she had so much more important things to do than go to hospital to see her mother-in-law die. Aunt Daisy was not exactly the most sensitive person in the world. She had agreed to meet Emily at the hospital, despite her obvious lack of will to.

Emily didn't know what to think. On one hand, Nana was the only family she had and, if something happened, she'd be all alone in the world. But on the other hand, Emily sure could use a break from taking care of an old lady who doesn't even know her own name. Truth is, Nana was a burden. As much as she loved Nana, an eighty year-old lady with Alzheimer's is always a burden, especially for a twenty two year-old girl who needs to work her ass off daily at a local morgue just to make it through the month without starving herself.

"Spencer?" They finally managed to talk, after a series of failed attempts. Emily's voice sounded somewhat distorted, like she was about to cry.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, truthfully worried. "Are you crying?"

She stood silent for some seconds, trying to find the words inside of herself to explain to him what was going on. She just couldn't. She was about to burst into tears.

"I didn't... I didn't know... who else to talk to..." She was now actually crying.

Spencer felt awkward. Despite his degree in Psychology, he had no clue how to deal with people in actual real life, As much as he felt sorry for her and as much as he wanted to do something, he just didn't know how. He didn't know what to say or do.

"What happened?" He simply asked, trying his best to sound worried enough, but not too worried. That would only worry her any further.

"Spencer..." She couldn't stop sobbing. "My grandmother..."

Spencer swallowed his own saliva, not knowing at all what he was supposed to do or say. He wanted to tell her to calm down, but he figured that would be rude. You can't tell a person to calm down when their only relative is hanging by such a breakable thread.

"Whe- Where are you?" He asked, not realizing how stupid it sounded to ask someone where they were when their grandmother had a heart attack. Of course the hospital would be the answer. But, then again, Spencer didn't think. This was becoming too much of a ritual for Spencer ever since he met Emily Bronson. He wasn't thinking anymore. Not as much as he used to, at least. And that was worrying. Could he be losing his mind?

"Well, I'll be right there..." He said, then hung up the phone, looking at Rossi who was giving him the kind of look that said who gave you permission to go anywhere?. Reid looked awkwardly at him, realizing he was actually his boss and he'd have to ask for permission to leave work earlier.

"You'll be right where, pretty boy?" Morgan asked, grinning. In his dirty mind, he was thinking Reid maybe got himself a girlfriend. Which was not entirely a lie. Not entirely true, either, but oh well.

"I need to see someone who's at the hospital right now." He said, looking into Rossi's eyes, so his superior would know Reid was not lying. "Please..."

"Okay, kid." Rossi said, unable to say no to Reid's sad eyes. He thanked Rossi and left in a hurry, hanging his messenger bag on his shoulder as he walked towards the door, trying not to run.

He was worried about Nana Beth, of course. Even though he didn't exactly know the lady very well, he did have a heart. But, above all, Spencer was worried about Emily. He just wanted to hug her and kiss her and tell her he was there for her, unconditionally.

Emily was on the waiting room, sitting on a very uncomfortable chair, her eyes laid on the pages of a magazine, but she wasn't really reading it. She was looking at the pictures of the perfect models with their perfect smiley faces and their perfect make believe happiness and wondering why she couldn't feel that happiness for a second, even if it was a mere make believe. She was about to burst into tears yet again, but she was trying her best to control herself, thinking all the happy annoying colorful thoughts she could possibly come up with. But one thought, one simple little nasty thoughs, of all thoughts, was depraving her mind, torturing her in the sweetest way possible: the thought of Spencer Reid's face. His big hazel eyes with dark circles under them; his thin heart shaped lips that tasted like coffee with lots of sugar; his skinny, however tight embrace that consumed her like a wild fire; his warmth inside of hers... It was her happiest memory of her twenty two years of existence and yet, it was also the saddest.

Spencer arrived at the hospital and immediately spotted Emily's, in his opinion slightly obnoxious, bright orange hair. He called her out. She ignored the first calling.

"Emily!" he called again, a little bit louder. She glanced up her magazine and, when she saw Reid's face, she smiled to herself and let go a couple of tears. Tears of joy. At least, she wouldn't have to go through that tough moment all by herself.

Aunt Daisy had already left. She had more important stuff to do. But she wanted Emily to keep her posted on Nana's condition. Go figure!

Not able to resist the urge of the moment, Emily held him so tight she would almost break his ribs. He hugged back, though, not caring if people were staring or not. He just wanted her to feel all of his love, which was actually immense.

"Don't cry..." He whispered, unable to think of something better to say in a situation like that. It was enough for her, though. All she wanted was to be in Reid's arms again and she got what she had wished for. That moment, she was truly happy. She managed to forget the rest of the world for those two minutes she spent on Reid's arms. They had to tear their bodies apart, though, for they were still a Federal Agent and a Federal Crime Witness. Yes, they were allowed to have a relationship of friendship and talk to each other outside of work. But what they had was beyond friendship. Even if none of them wanted to admit it.

"Spencer... She's going to die..." Emily started bursting into tears yet again, thinking of what was going to happen if Nana really did die. "And I'm gonna be all alone..."

"Shh..." Spencer couldn't find the words to say to her. He had no idea what would make her feel better. He had absolutely no experience dealing with this type of situation. "Maybe we could take a five minute break and have some hot chocolate?" He gave her a tiny smile, hoping she would correspond. At first, she was skeptical about it, but she ended up curling her lips a little bit and giving him a very very small sad smile, agreeing to take a hot coffee with the man she was desperately in love with.

There was a small coffee shop near the hospital, in a somewhat hidden alley. They thought they could sit there and have their hot beverage and just rest their heads for five minutes. Emily, however, couldn't resist it anymore. She looked around, noticing no one was there, at least she didn't see or her anybody. And then she passionately kissed Reid's lips.

It only lasted for about ten seconds, but it was enough to fill both their hearts with the purest of joys, the true happiness none of them knew from some place else other than each other. They were each other's home. They somehow brought peace to one another, in the strangest way possible.

"Spencer, I... I..." She wanted to say it, the three magic words. But she was interrupted by a noise. It was a quick bumping noise, like two hard things colliding.

This noise caused them to immediately stop touching each other and take a step back.

"Maybe we should go inside." Spencer suggested, pointing with his head to the coffee shop.

Emily nodded in agreement and they both entered the small cosy coffee shop.

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Walking towards the end...

Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 18

God Hates Me

We are always getting ready to live but never living.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

"I'm ready" Spencer said, not taking his eyes off of his thumb, that was now getting really swollen. He had accidentally tread his finger in the file drawer and it was now getting purple-ish and it hurt. Pretty bad. But he couldn't take his eyes off of it.

His co-workers all stopped whatever they were doing to look at him, waiting for him to tell them what he was ready for.

He felt all those gazes upon him and finally looked up, leaving his bruised finger alone.

"For a profile. I'm ready for a profile." He announced.

They had released a sketch profile earlier, but now that they had four bodies, they could work on an accurate profile.

"What do you know, Reid?" Rossi asked. He thought he knew what Reid was thinking. Partly, at least. Since it's impossible to keep up with Reid's mind.

"He murders pregnant women. He stabs them senseless post-mortem in the lower abdomen, because they are pregnant. Now, these women, all of them had boyfriends or husbands, right?"

Everybody nodded. Rossi was the only one who knew where it was going. Everyone else was just following his trail of thought, wondering where it would lead them.

"And they all had love affairs. But they had love affairs with different men. So the killer isn't any of the lovers." He continued. Slowly, the rest of the team was starting to get there.

"It is the same killer. Same MO. Stabbed senseless with a regular knife that has the fingertips of someone close to them." Morgan continued, thinking he knew exactly what Reid was thinking. "So this guy knows we're smart. He's not trying to frame anybody, he's just trying to get us puzzled."

"Exactly." Reid said. "He wants us to feel desperate, like we're never gonna have a decent lead."

"So he's a smart man." JJ concluded.

"The fact that they were stabbed senseless in the lower abdomen actually tells us that this man has something against these babies, that's for sure." Prentiss said, taking another sip of her coffee. "But what is it?"

"Well, we know the lovers didn't do it." Rossi said, as he wrote something in his notebook, his pretty handwriting tilted to the right. "Neither did the husbands or boyfriends who, mysteriously disappeared from the face of Earth after the murders."

"On the Bronson and Wisener cases, he wants us to think it was the husbands..." Morgan said, a little confused. "But on the other two cases, he wants us to think it was the lovers?"

"That's it!" Reid exclaimed, completely excited. He had figured something out that didn't occur to anyone else. As usual.

"Whoever did this has high moral values, this is someone who thinks these babies are immoral." He explained.

"But who?" JJ asked. "Who could know about these women cheating on their husbands and boyfriends? Who could know they were pregnant?"

Everyone paused for a second. They were all thinking. The room was silent for a couple of minutes, that seemed like hours.

"Their shrink?" Prentiss suggested.

"Yes, it could be!" Reid agreed "A psychologist is someone to be trusted, they could tell him all about their sexual adventures with other men besides their companions and they could him they were carrying babies."

"Okay, I'm gonna go over there and do my computer thing and find out who their creepy therapist was..." Garcia said, visibly shocked. No matter how many times she saw it, the wickedness of the human mind never ceased to amaze her, in the most disgusting ways.

She left the room and Rossi declared:

"Well, I'm going to schedule the official meeting."



Nana was a Catholic. Not because she believed in anything, but because she was raised that way. Back in the day, you had to take on you parents' religion and could not question it. Her mother came from Italy, a highly Catholic country, most like all of the southern Europe: Spain, France, Portugal... Those countries even had fought wars and battles over religion, many centuries ago.

Emily, on the other hand, questioned religion a lot. She was no Einstein, but she sometimes liked looking at the logical side of things. And religion was one highly illogical thing. But she liked to believe that miracles could happen. Well, even though her life was one big messy Hell, she still believed, for some reason, that everything would work out fine. Meeting Spencer Reid was a miracle. Despite everything else, meeting that man was the best thing that ever happened to her in a very long time. They couldn't have a normal relationship, that's for sure, but at least he brought warmness to her soul. That was more that she bargained for. All she wanted was someone to talk to. Instead, she got someone to love. But God, whoever he is, is a cruel bastard, and gave her a lover she couldn't even love without feeling guilty.

I hate you, God!

"Nana, you wanna go to church?" Emily asked her grandmother. Every year, on the anniversary of her mother's death, Emily would take Nana to church. Nana didn't really remember why because of the Alzheimer's, but she liked the service and the church was beautiful.

"No... Katheryn..." Nana sounded weak. Weaker than usual.

"Nana, are you okay?" Emily was worried. Nana wasn't moving. She started twitching her right eye, her entire right side contorting insanely.

"Nana?"

Emily watched as her grandmother contorted and twitched, unsure of what to do. The lady was now urinating, and Emily had no idea what to do. She decided to call the 911, before she had a panic attack and wasn't able to hold the phone or speak.

After calling the ambulance, and in a very stupid reflex, she called Spencer. He didn't answer, though, he was on the reunion with the FBI and he didn't feel the phone vibrating in his pocket.

She was about to burst into tears when the ambulance arrived. She was trying to decide whether to be deeply sad or deeply shocked. She couldn't decide, though, and kept both moods in her face, that looked like she had seen a really scary ghost.

God hates me...

Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 17

Baker/Fisher

I could follow you to the beginning just to relive the start; and maybe then we'd remember to slow down all of our favorite parts... All I wanted was you...

Song All I Wanted, by Paramore

Spencer Reid put his best poker face on. He wanted to act like nothing not normal happened. At all. Because if he acted like something happened, questions would be asked. And he didn't want to answer any of them. Prentiss would give him her usual what the fuck? face, Garcia would act like a worried mother, JJ would hug him and Morgan would probably assume he had sex. And Morgan would be right. And then everyone would be interested in who was the person Spencer Reid had sex with. And they wouldn't leave him alone until he spoke the truth. And the truth would shock them. And Spencer Reid would, most likely, get some sort of suspension from the FBI for having sex with a witness. So, he put his best poker face on and acted like everything was absolutely normal and he spent the afternoon of Sunday doing the same as usual: reading, studying, watching Star Trek...

"Reid, so what happened yesterday?" Prentiss asked, obviously referring to the interview that was supposed to have happened. Instead of an interview, sex happened. But Prentiss didn't know that. So Spencer just relaxed and acted like an interview happened.

"Well, she said her mother had an affair with someone named Baker who was actually a fisherman. Or someone named Fisher who was actually a baker." He calmly said, trying to get the thought of Emily's lips pressed against his, as they listened to Jeff Buckley.

"Is that serious?" Morgan asked, raising his left eyebrow, in an expression of disbelief.

"Yes, she said it was serious, she just couldn't accurately remember who the man was." Spencer said, focusing on the thoughts of what happened before the kiss and the love making. "So I think we should look for fishermen with the last name Baker, to start with."

"Okay, I can do that." Garcia said, leaving the office to the computer room, stopping by the coffee machine for fuel. "I'll let you know if I find something."

"Well, so this Baker Fisher Whatever could be our UnSub, guys." JJ said, sighing loudly. She was obviously frustrated by the fact that they didn't have much information yet. They had the handsome Brazilian guy, who was just another cocky bastard who liked sex a little too much. They had reasons to believe Mr. Bronson was actually alive, but they didn't know where he was. Either way, he was not a suspect anymore. It was now a case of serial killing. Mr. Bronson did not have any contact with the other victims, other than his wife. He had been ruled out of the suspect list when the other bodies were found.

But there was another body. A new body was found the exact moment when Garcia started looking for men named Baker in the area.

Hotchner got the phone call in the middle of the reunion. Another body. Stabbed sixty times, mostly in the abdomen. For the looks of it, been dead for no longer than forty-eight hours. The FBI needed to examine the area and the body before it was removed from the site.

"We have work to do." He announced, putting his phone back in his pocket.

Everyone looked around, at each other. Every agent in the room had the same face they usually did when something like this happened. It wasn't new. Still, it never ceased to amaze any of them. The cruelty that goes on in this world, it's always astonishing, no matter how many times you see it with your own eyes.

"Morgan, you come with me to the crime scene." Hotch said, turning to Morgan. He nodded in agreement. "You too, Prentiss."

She was a bit surprised that Hotch was actually telling her to go with him to a crime scene. But she nodded anyways. Her relationship with Hotch wasn't the best, but he was her superior for bad or worse.

The three of them left, leaving both JJ and Reid without further orders. JJ just looked over at Reid, who had a confused look on his boy-ish face. "I guess you could do your genius stuff whatever with Garcia. And I could watch." She said, smiling, expecting Reid to get the joke. He didn't, though. His IQ was abnormally high, but his social skills were probably below zero.

"Hey gorgeous!" Garcia said, looking above her shoulder and seeing both JJ and Reid entering her office. "And hello JJ." She smiled at Reid who, yet again, didn't quite get the joke.

"Oh, so I'm gorgeous, is that what you mean?" He asked, genuinely confused.

Both Garcia and JJ just looked at him and then exchanged a smile between the two of them. He was still confused. But he had gotten used to Garcia's, weird, in his opinion, sense of humor, so he just let it go.

"Okay, Garcia, so what did you find?" JJ asked, leaning towards the desk, peeping above Garcia's shoulder.

"I found a lot of Bakers. A lot of them. None of them was a fisherman. On to the Fishers. Baker Fisher. A Fisher who was a baker. This is confusing!" Garcia sighed and continued typing frantically on the computer. JJ continued peeping above her shoulder and Reid was just standing there, his arms folded on his skinny chest, his butt leaning on the side desk for comfort. He looked like he was thinking.

"Okay, we have a Fisher in Hoboken, New Jersey!" Garcia announced, happy to have found something interesting. Reid used his hips to impulse him into giving a small step ahead, separating his ass from the desk and looking attentively at the computer screen.

"He is a baker." She read the information out loud. "Patrick William Fisher. Works as an assistant baker at Carlo's Bakery."

"Isn't that the bakery from that TV show?" JJ asked.

"Yes." Garcia answered "Oh damn, the man's famous!" Garcia smiled.

"What TV show?" Reid asked, causing both of the girls to look at him, smiling at how naive the most intelligent man they've ever known could be.

"Cake Boss." JJ explained. "It's a TLC show about this Italian family who run a bakery here in Jersey. They make all sorts of cakes, from a pretty normal wedding cake to a dog and a dolphin fighting on a football field." She smiled. Garcia smiled at the mental image of an actual fight between a dog and a dolphin in some football field. Reid was still looking puzzled.

"I never watched it." He simply answered, a few seconds later, not wanting the conversation to spread into something that had nothing to do with the case.

The girls exchanged a smile and Garcia continued reading.

"He lives in Hoboken with his wife Marissa Fisher and two children, Peter and Brian." Garcia stopped reading to make her sarcastic comment of the day. "Oh wifey, your man's a cheater!"

"So now we go talk to him!" JJ said, excited for having a lead at last.

"Well, we can possibly be on the right path, finally!" Garcia exclaimed, sighing in relief.

"Hope so..." JJ simply said, glancing at Reid and noticing he looked somewhat shadier than usual. Almost sad.

"Reid, are you okay in there?" She asked, exchanging a quick worried look with Garcia.

He didn't say a thing, though, just kept losing himself in his thoughts.

"Reid?"

"I'm fine, just thinking about the case..." He lied. He was obviously thinking about Emily and replaying the moment he had spent with her, in her house, in her bed. Replaying the kisses, the sounds, the tip of her fingers brushing through his bare skin. He was replaying that in his head, over and over again. It hurt to know that it should never in this lifetime happen again. It hurt even more to think of the profound happiness he felt during those minutes he spent inside of her. Because it was a happiness he had never experienced and was probably never going to experience ever again. But he couldn't tell anyone about it.

JJ smiled. A maternal smile that meant he could talk to her whenever he felt ready to tell her what was going on. He smiled back. He could never tell anyone.

Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 16

I fucking love you, Spencer Reid

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

~ J.K. Rowling

"I just..." Emily sighed, trying hard to hold her tears. "I just truly hate myself right now."

He didn't reply. He merely took a deep hard breath and looked up at the ceiling, gazing into a crack on the white paint. The house was old, so there were some cracks on the paint here and there. It needed a new paint job. Also, the pink on her bedroom walls was obnoxious. When I was born, they painted this crap pink, it looks like fucking barf... But I was never really allowed to pick another color. Then I just got used to this crap.

She softly brushed his bare chest with her fingertips, causing him to shiver. He didn't stop gazing at the ceiling though. He just put a firmer grip on her shoulder, which made her release a sigh that sounded like it had been there for a really long time.

The song was still playing. She completely forgot about the song. She had her player set to replay and she completely forgot.


I'm only here for this moment...
And know everybody here wants you...
And know everybody here thinks they need you...
I've been waiting right here just to show you...

She sang, almost whispering. He was still gazing at the ceiling, thinking about what they had just done. He disapproved it. But then again, it was probably the most fun he's had in ages. So different from the kind of fun he has when reading his favorite book, hanging out with his friends from work or playing poker. It was a whole new concept of fun that Spencer has never known. He had done it before. But not like that. Not so passionately. Not with someone who genuinely loved him.

They barely knew each other. They had known each other for, like, two weeks. And they were already head over heels in love with each other. Well, Emily just wanted someone to mess around with and Spencer didn't need love, he had books so what had just happened between them was a mere mistake. A huge mistake, actually. It shouldn't have happened. But it did. And it felt so good. But it should never happen again. Because they didn't like each other all that much. Like Spencer had said earlier, Emily was just lonely and he was the first person to actually show her the slightest bit of affection, so she gave him all her heart, without even questioning or thinking about the consequences. She just decided she would love him because he made her feel like no one has ever made her feel.

She had the same effect on him, too. She made him feel things he had no idea existed. But love is not real...

"You know, you should really fix that crack on the ceiling." He said, pointing at it. She lifted her chin up and looked at it.

"Yeah, I should..." She agreed, placing her head on his chest again. "I should paint this whole thing, like, yellow or some shit."

"Why yellow?" He asked, confused. "I've never seen you wear yellow..."

"Yeah, that's 'cause I fucking hate yellow." She said. He made her feel so comfortable she wasn't even ashamed of cursing in front of him anymore. They say cursing in front of someone means that person makes you feel either really good or really angry.

"Then why'd you wanna paint your walls yellow?" He didn't understand what she was saying. It made no sense to his perfectly logical brain. But then again, he had been acting like an emotional motherfucker ever since he met her.

"Because it's such a happy bright obnoxious color, you know?" He just widened his eyes and lifted both his brows in a mixture of surprise and this is weird! "And I'm done being depressed..."

He smiled and, with his free arm started rubbing her leg. They were in kind of an awkward position, lying naked in her small single's bed. He was laying on his back and she was laying on her side, her left arm over his chest and her left leg in humping position on both his skinny legs. It was a weird position indeed, at least for her. But she found it comfortable. And he couldn't complain. Their bodies were as close as it is physically allowed. He felt her breath on his thin chest and quivered from head to toe. Her heart was beating so slow she almost felt dead. But in a good way. Death was freeing. Death was the ultimate comfort from this mad world of pain and suffering. Death was, as she earlier said. awesome.

"I think I'm gonna go change the song..." She said, getting up, completely naked. He appreciated her back as she took a couple of steps towards her desk and leaned on the computer, selecting the Player's library and putting it on shuffle. The song that came on was one of his favorites. Tristesse by Chopin. She got back in bed and placed herself in the same position again. She looked out the window. It was now raining. Soft rain, the kind of rain that you don't take seriously; you purposely forget your umbrella at home, because that rain isn't real rain. You can walk under it and never feel like you're wet. However, when you get to your destination, you're soaked. Thesoak-a-fool rain.

Emily closed her eyes and listened to the rain getting a little heavier. She felt the beating of his heart slowly calming down. He kept gazing at the crack on her ceiling, fearing it would start raining inside the house. But it didn't. He eventually closed his eyes as well. Neither of them was actually asleep, they were just numb. That moment they had lived in her bed, it was just an attempt of both of them to numb their pain for a while. To put a mask of pleasure in their pain, to make it feel like all the pain was gone. But it wasn't. It was still resting in both their heads, except now it was like an angry bull that had been put to sleep. But as soon as it woke up, the damage would be far worse. But they didn't think about that. They didn't care. What they had just done, it made them feel all good and normal, for a change. Like two average young adults who don't have much skeletons in their closet and whose worst nightmares are about not looking good enough on that job interview or being kind of late for something important.

Neither of them wanted to get up and put their clothes on because, when they did, that moment would be definitely over. And they would be Spencer Reid and Emily Bronson all over again, two tormented people who had to deal with ghosts on a daily basis. And the pain would return and it would feel worse than ever. But what has been done cannot be undone and now the only thing they could do was avoiding to get up and get dressed for as long as they could.

"You are pretty." Emily said, breaking the silence, causing Spencer to open his eyes very suddenly. "I mean, at first sight, you look like, kind of shit, with those dark circles under your eyes and that skinny frame of yours..." she said, never opening her eyes. "But you're fucking beautiful." He was genuinely surprised. It was truthfully the first time in his life someone other than his mother had called him beautiful. But of course his mother never used the word fucking.

"You're pretty good-looking yourself..." He said, not able to come up with a better answer to that.

"You're like..." She started, opening her eyes and gazing at a particular spot on the wall that meant absolutely nothing. She was just gazing at it for no reason. "You're like, the most beautiful person I have ever fucking seen."

He didn't know how to react to these statements.

"You have this... This thing inside of you, like... You make me drunk." She finally found the words to describe exactly how he made her feel. "'Cause when I see you, I just... I just wanna be my fucking self and screw the fuck out of everything else..."

She did sound drunk, in a way. No one in their right mind would say something like that to a significant other after making love to them. But then again, it was not love they had made. It was mere sex. Because they weren't in love. It was a casual thing that happened randomly. Emily didn't love Spencer. Spencer didn't love Emily. Or did he?

"I have no idea what you're saying..." He simply said, taking a deep breath. "But I feel the same."

They needed to get up and get dressed. Emily wasn't sure what time Aunt Daisy would bring Nana home. Spencer had to leave before they arrived. Emily had to pretend she was doing something other than thinking about him. She had to act normal around her aunt. She had an incredible sixth sense that was always right. And she would ask questions. And Emily wasn't ready to answer them. All she wanted to do was stay on that bed forever with Spencer, feel his skin against hers and numb the pain for as long as she possibly could. But they had to get in reality.

"I fucking love you, Spencer Reid."

---

Oh well. They did it.

Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 15

A Little Chaotic Piece of Heaven

"I need to talk to you about a..." Spencer searched for the perfect word in his head. The perfect word to describe how awkward it felt to talk about such a topic. He was going to ask her if she knew about a possible affair her mother could have had. Is there a perfect word to describe the feeling you get when you ask an almost stranger a question like this? "It's a... a topic that might not be comfortable..." In lack of better words, he decided to make the sentence longer than it needed to be. Because he felt uncomfortable, as much as she'd feel as soon as he asked her the question.

"I knew you would." She smiled to herself, looking at him but trying not to look straight into his eyes. All those people around them made her feel really awkward and she wasn't comfortable talking about anything at all in that place. She considered asking him if they could go to her house, but she was afraid of his reaction.

"Look, it's about your mom..." Spencer said, a low voice, so low she had to make an extra effort to understand what he had said.

Emily could hear everyone around her talking, laughing, the sound of the coffee machines. She could hear all these things, yet, Spencer's low voice was the only thing resonating in her head. His voice. She glanced up at him for one tiny second, just to make sure he wasn't looking. But he was. Their eyes locked in each other, none of them could break that chain now. As embarrassing as it could feel for both of them, none of them broke the eye contact. She looked into his hazel eyes and he looked into her blue-ish ones and they got lost in each other. Both of them having no clue what the other one was thinking. But they were both thinking the same: that kiss. That exact moment they were both looking in each other's eyes and wishing they could kiss again. More passionately, though. More fiercely. Let all the frustration out, let all their feelings out, let the anger out.

"I... I'm not comfortable talking about this in such a public place..." She timidly said, breaking the eye contact and ruining the fantasy for both of them.

He was taken by surprise with that. He too wanted to be alone with her, but they both chose Starbucks at their meeting point exactly to avoid any physical contact But a popular public coffee shop wasn't exactly the right place to talk about a federal investigation, especially since it involved Emily's mother. Apparently, none of them put much thought into that, which was surprising, since Spencer puts all the thought he can into anything he does or says. For the second time in such a short period of time, he found himself being highly irrational.

"I guess we could..." he was about to say it loud. He was about to say they could go to her house, if it made her feel comfortable. "...we could go somewhere else..."

He shrugged. She gave him a tiny smile and got up. He did the same thing, leaving a couple of dollar bills on the table. She didn't even notice he had paid for both his and her cappuccino.

In an impulse, she took his hand, taking her a couple of minutes before she realized that she was actually holding his hand in hers and how awkward it felt. It also felt good. She pretended she hadn't noticed. And so did he. So they just walked to her house holding hands, only letting go when she had to remove the keys from her pocket.

They both went upstairs and he followed her into her room, without even stopping in the living room/kitchen.

"Okay, here we can talk." She said, dropping her purse on the floor, like she didn't exactly care about how tidy her room was supposed to be when there was someone visiting.

He carefully placed his messenger bag on top of her desk. The differences between them were pretty relevant: she did not give a single fuck about tidiness, even though she cleaned for a living. Maybe she was tired of cleaning up after doctors and dead people, so when she got home all she wanted was her little chaotic piece of heaven. Him, on the other hand, he was always so organized, so flawless. He was never diagnosed with OCD but he did like everything super in order, he couldn't stand messes. If something was not properly organized, he found it hard to concentrate.

They both sat on her bed, a little too far from each other, to prevent physical contact to happen. After five minutes, though, they were mysteriously close to each other, none of them noticing they had moved.

"Okay, so..." He started talking before any more awkwardness could happen. "I need to ask you something, Emily..."

She looked at him. They were only a couple of inches apart.

"Yes?" She had no idea what he was about to ask, but she figured it would be about the case rather than their feelings towards each other. After all, they were there to talk about her mother's murder.

"Did you... you... did..." He was searching for the right combination of words. "Did you know of any sort of..." He paused. He didn't want to use the word affair, it would sound bad. But he didn't have a lot of time to come up with a better word.

He finally spilled out the question, feeling like a complete ass.

However, she just shrugged and said, very calm:
"Well, yeah, I know she was somehow involved with this guy namedsomething something Baker who was actually a fisherman. Or Fisher who was actually a baker. Something like that...

He looked at her in disbelief. Was she serious?

As if she was reading his mind, she added "Yes, I'm serious!"

He was shocked at the amount of fucks she did not give at the fact that her mother used to have an affair. She seemed pretty normal about it, like she didn't mind it at all, like all she wanted to do was to just live her life and forget about everything else. He admired her for that. Nonetheless, it was still hard for her to accept that her parents were both dead and she had to live with a mentally ill old woman. Still, she acted like it didn't affect her all that much, at least most of the times.

"Oh..." He didn't know what to say. He was still kind of shocked at how easy her reaction was. "Okay..."

"Aren't you gonna write that down?" She asked, a puzzly look on her face.

"I have an eidetic memory." He simply answered, then remembered she was a normal person who probably didn't know the meaning of the word eidetic. "I can..."

"I know what eidetic means." She interrupted, smiling. He smiled back. "So..." she changed the subject "No further questions?"

He kept his eyes wide open, looking at her like she was insane. Which, on one way or another, she kind of was.

"Ahm... no." He said, preparing to get up. "Well, then I should leave."

But before he could leave, she decided to, yet again, give him a reason to stay. A reason in the form of a small hand gripping onto his wrist. He didn't move any further and gave her a confused look that slowly turned into a sigh and a mysterious look. He could read her like a book and every inch of her body that moment was telling him I want you. He knew she wanted him and that only made him want her even more.

"Maybe we could... talk." She said, still keeping her grip on his wrist, unaware that she was actually hurting him a little. "You seem like a nice person to talk to."

She let go of his hand, knowing he wouldn't go anywhere, which he didn't. She walked (well, actually more like took a couple of steps) to her desk and turned on the computer, so she could put on some music.

"What kind of music do you like?" She asked, smiling.

"I like classical music." He answered, giving her a tiny smile.

"I have loads of Bach, here. I can even play some of his cello suites."

And just like that, his feelings for her increased a little more. She was pretty, simple, depressed, lonely and she liked classical music. Chills were sent down his spine by these thoughts. Spencer Reid was, despite of all logic and rationality, in love with Emily Bronson.

"Well, have you ever heard of Jeff Buckley?" She asked.

"No."

"I'm gonna show you, then." She smiled and double clicked on the file that said Everybody Here Wants You.

He was actually enjoying it, much to his own surprise. It was a calm sensual beat, a lot of bass making it sound really deep, like the music was sinking into his skin. Then the voice started. The singer sounds like an angel from Heaven, metaphorically speaking.

"Oh, you like it!" She smiled, sitting on the bed again, really close to him.

He felt his breath thickening, going faster as his heart started racing. Hers, however, was so slow, due to the serenity he made her feel, God knows why.

And, just like that, they were kissing again.

Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 14

I Want You

They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

~ Carl W. Buechner

Emily didn't work on Sundays. Thank God!
But she still had to do chores around the house, still, she was usually done by noon and had the afternoon all for herself.
That Sunday, though, was a special Sunday.
She and Spencer had agreed over the phone that they were going to be together again to talk about her mom's case, since the last time they were together they barely talked about anything because they were too busy kissing. This time, though, it had to be different.
Spencer had tried convincing the team it was better if someone else talked to her, or at least if someone was with him, but they all agreed it'd be better for Spencer to talk to her alone. He obviously didn't tell his team about the kiss. He didn't tell anyone. And neither did she.
It was their dirty little secret. Even dirtier was the fact that they both wanted more. Far beyond dirty was the fact that they both wanted to finish what they have started. Emily undid her buttons and was ready to do the same thing to Spencer's shirt. She wanted it. He wanted it. No one of them really knew why, though. They found each other attractive enough. But Emily wasn't fond of sex with someone she barely knew. And neither did he. He wasn't very comfortable with the idea of having sex, to begin with. He wasn't a virgin, of course, but you can't say Spencer Reid has had a lot of pussy. He found reading a lot more entertaining than introducing his penis into someone's vagina. He considered himself not very good in bed. And so did she. She didn't exactly know what to do, mostly because her former (and only) boyfriend would do everything and sometimes she would almost fall asleep because well, her boyfriend maybe wasn't too good either. So to her, sex was not as great as it is for most people.

They were going to meet in a public place, they both decided it'd be at Starbucks near Emily's house. Nana Beth was spending the weekend at Aunt Daisy's, so it wouldn't be safe to go to her house. Being alone together wasn't a good idea.
They'd probably need some privacy to talk about a federal case, though. None of them thought of that, which is surprising since at least Spencer would always think of everything. Truth is, since the kiss happened his thinking skills have been slowed down a little. Sill faster than those ofaverage people but not the usual Spencer Reid.

Four PM. Surprisingly, it wasn't as cold as it usually is on that time of the year, so Emily could wear a tee shirt. Her favorite tee with Jack Skellington's smiley face. She had that tee even before she knew who Tim Burton was. Her Nan gave it to her a long time ago and she had kept it all those years even though it was now a little tight, especially on her breasts and hips. She didn't mind, though.
Spencer, on the other hand, didn't even consider dressing like everyone else at Starbucks. He didn't feel comfortable wearing what everyone else calls normal clothes. He hasn't worn a normal t-shirt since he was probably fifteen.

"Hi Spencer." Emily said timidly, looking at Spencer, avoiding eye contact as much as she could. She would normally kiss both his cheeks, it was something people did in Europe whenever they met with someone. Her Grandma told her that. But she couldn't kiss Spencer. Not even on the cheek. She couldn't touch him. If she did, she would feel that warmness on the soul yet again. She loved it and she wanted to feel it again, but shecouldn't.

"Emily..." he stuttered. "How are you?"

"Ahm..." she didn't know what to say. She wanted to kiss him. But they weren't alone. "Spencer, I..." she was about to tell him that she was sorry for what happened last time they were together. But she wasn't sorry for anything. Truthfully, she didn't regret those few seconds when she felt his lips on hers. She was only sorry that she could never do it again. "I... I'm sorry for... the other day." she lied.

She glanced up at his face and saw a little smile, as he rubbed the back of his head.
"It's okay..." he said, trying to make it sound like it wasn't much of a big deal. "I get it." She gave him a tiny smile "you feel lonely and want to believe a relationship would ease that pain and I was the first male to actually treat you like you wanted to be treated, or at least how you believed you wanted to be treated and..." He stopped himself right there.

Spencer, I wanna kiss you again, I wanna make love to you like they do in movies...

She didn't say that out loud, though.

They both sat at a table and ordered cappuccino. Spencer was getting ready to ask her if she knew of any affair her mother might have had. But then she looked him deep in the eyes and said something that made them both feel a mixture of shock and urge to kiss one another.

"Spencer, I'm sorry, but the way you make me feel is just unbearable..."

He opened his mouth, preparing to give her his scientific explanation for feelings of love. But he just couldn't. He stood there, looking at her like she said something he has never heard before. Which he didn't.

He wanted to tell her he felt the same. But how could he know about feelings? His BA on Psychology merely tells him that this girl in front of him is a lonely human being who desperately needs to feel loved and appreciated, and the fact that Spencer held her hand and actually listened to her made her feel like he was perfect for her. What his BA in Psychology didn't tell him, though, was how he was supposed to handle a girl falling in love with him the way she was.

Inexplicably, he felt the exact same. He wanted her. She wanted him. They wanted each other more passionately than anyone has ever wanted anyone else.

Dancing In The Morgue - Chapter 13

Victimology

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.

- Joss Whedon

"No, I didn't talk to her, yet." Spencer replied to Emily Prentiss's question, not even bothering to look at her, as he kept reading the papers in front of him, inside a paper folder with the words FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION written on it. He could read twenty thousand words per minute, which meant he could read an average book, say three hundred pages, in literally six minutes.

"You should, though, since she seems to actually like you." Prentiss said, looking at him, who glanced up at her, his brows furrowed above his glasses. "I don't think she'd open up to Hotch."

Morgan smiled at Emily's comment. Truth is, Hotch didn't look like someone a twenty-two year old girl would like to have an emotional conversation with. He never ever smiled and he looked simply badass, like nothing can break him.

"Why me?" Spencer didn't like the idea of meeting with Emily Bronson yet again. Not because he didn't like her, it was actually the opposite. He liked her more than he should and he had that kiss way too vivid in his memory. He didn't want to see her or talk to her because he'd want to kiss her again, this time even more passionately and deeply and he knew he couldn't do that.

Face it, Spencer, you like her. You're infatuated. You're in love
No, I'm not. Love is not rational. I do not believe in love.
Of course you do, Spencer. You might be a genius, but you still need someone who can love you.
All the people in this room love me. JJ loves me. Garcia loves me. Prentiss loves me. Rossi loves me. Morgan loves me. Even Hotch loves me.
Yes, they do. But none of them would kiss you and sleep with you and make sweet love to you. Emily would.

"Because she likes you, Spence." JJ replied, ignoring that Spencer was actually having a mental argument with himself. "She will more easily open herself up to you than to any of us."

"Yeah, pretty boy." Morgan agreed. "This girl is crazy for you, she'll tell you anything you want." He grinned.

"Morgan, stop that!" Spencer seemed more annoyed than ever. He wasn't usually the type of person to get seriously mad, but he looked like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Or Major Depressive Episode.

"Reid, don't listen to them, honey." Garcia to the rescue!

"Thanks, Garcia." He sounded ironic.

"No problem, sweet cheeks!" She gave him a grin and then turned back to Hotch. "So, what do we do now?"

"Now we..." Hotch was going to say what they were doing next, but he was interrupted by Agent Johnsson, who whispered something in his ear and then left, a grave look upon his chubby face. He also left an FBI folder on top of the desk.

Hotch, as usual, manage to look like he always does, like whatever Agent Johnsson said to him didn't make him either happy or sad.

"Looks like we have another body." He announced, much to everyone's shock. He then opened the file and read out loud. "Holly Jade Williams, twenty-six years old. Her body was found in the gymnasium's locker room, in the shower, by a local woman."

"Don't tell me she was stabbed senseless..." Morgan said in a low tone, sighing heavily.

"Yes, Morgan, she was stabbed senseless post-mortem." Hotch replied, noticing everyone in the team had grave looks upon their faces.

"This is officially a serial killer, people." Rossi said, looking at his team.

"He changed his victimology, though." Prentiss stated, examining the girl's picture. She was blond, with big green eyes.

"Well, not exactly." Reid started explaining, as everyone's heads turned to him " they are still good looking women, this one is younger, but we only have three victims so far, so we can't accurately profile this guy." Everyone nodded in agreement. "Maybe these women have something else in common other than being attractive females."

He made a pause there and gazed at the white board, like he wasn't actually looking at it, like he was thinking about something.

"Hotch, was this girl pregnant?" He asked. JJ gave him a look like she had just figured it out.

"That's it! He kills pregnant women, no matter how old they are!" JJ stated, causing everyone to look at her like they couldn't believe someone actually figured something out as fast as Reid.

"Yes! The post mortem stab wounds are mostly on their stomachs, so he's telling them he hates those unborn children!" Reid was, as usual, excited about his findings.

"Okay, so now we have to find someone who really hates babies." Morgan said, looking vaguely into nowhere, then glancing at Reid.

"What? I don't hate babies!" He defended himself. "I just find them rather creepy..." He then noticed the way JJ, a recent mom, was looking at him. "No offense, JJ."

Rossi got up and made sure he had everyone's attention.
"Okay, we have another lead. We know this UnSub holds a grudge against pregnant women. What can this mean?"

"Maybe all these women were carrying his own babies?" Garcia guessed, without putting much thought into her theory.

"The victims show no signs of rape." Hotch said.

"Maybe it was consensual?" Garcia wasn't too convinced herself her theory wasn't bad. She just couldn't.

"Well, both Bronson and Wisener were married, I don't think they would cheat..." JJ said, although she knew it was pretty common for married people to cheat, which caused her to tremble inside, in fear of being cheated on by her husband.

"We both know that's a theory by someone with an awfully kind heart, honey." Garcia said to her, implying that yes, women cheat on their husbands all the time. Not all of them, but still the odds of those women having cheated were pretty good.

"Well, we could ask the Bronson kid if she knows anything about her mother being unfaithful..." Morgan said, realizing how horrible it would be to ask someone if their now dead mother ever cheated on their father and got pregnant with their lover's kid.

"Morgan, you wanna make the girl think we're heartless machines?" Hotch said, causing everyone to look at him like he was crazy. Truth is, he was not often seen feeling sorry for a witness.

Everyone then looked at Reid.

"Maybe she would tell him ." Morgan said, talking about Reid like he wasn't there to listen.

"Yeah, she seems to like him and he's all polite and cute." Garcia said, looking at Spencer as he pretended to ignore them, reading from a file. "I'm sure he'll find a way to ask her that without sounding like a jerk."

"You people are seriously going to do that? Really?" Prentiss seemed shocked at how insensitive her co-workers could be. "The poor girl will probably not say a thing and hate us for the rest of her life..."

"Prentiss, she's our only lead on this case." Morgan said, admitting he wasn't very pleased with the idea of asking Emily about her mother having an affair. "For now, there's no one else we can turn to."

"Okay FINE!" Reid yelled, making the entire team look at him with astonishment. "I will talk to her about everything!" The whole BAU team was awfully shocked at Reid's reaction. He wasn't the type of person to be this mad about something. Last time he got so pissed off was when Morgan made fun of him for failing his gun qualification test. And this time, he was even more pissed off.

"No need to be all aggressive about it!" Morgan said, still slightly frightened at how angry the pretty boy genius could get.

Garcia looked at Reid and she knew something was wrong with him. She was going to wait for everyone to leave so she could talk to him alone, maybe he would tell her something. She was worried about her friend whom she had never seen that angry before after years of working together.

Spencer, on the other hand, didn't want another kiss to happen. Well, he did, but he knew that was a big No-No. Because she was a witness in a federal crime investigation and he was supposed to be just one of the men who is investigating her mother's murder. Of course FBI agents are human and have feelings like everyone else, so they wouldn't treat the girl like an object, something they could dismiss after the investigation was over. But they weren't supposed to kiss her, either. But then again, he didn't kiss her, it was the other way around. She kissed him. She kissed him and started to undo her buttons. She probably would have slept with him on the spot, if something didn't hit both of them on time to stop it from happening. Would he have allowed himself to give into sin? Not that he didn't want to. He did feel lonely, from time to time. Hotch was married, so was JJ. Both Garcia and Prentiss had Morgan to flirt with and Morgan... Well, Morgan's just Morgan. But Reid, he was a loner. Ever since Lila kissed him on the pool, he hadn't had any contact with a woman. Until Emily kissed him.
He wanted to kiss her again and actually feel something for once in his life, something everyone seemed to know so well, except for him. He wanted to feel desire.

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Okay, here's a chapter for people who enjoy dialog more than description. I prefer description, actually, but I needed to let you know about the new body. The investigation's getting warmer, people! And so is the relationship between Bronson and Reid! Stick around, lol