An angry alarm clock was buzzing on a cluttered bedside table. A red hot sun was trying to force its way into a room that didn't welcome it. A mobile phone was vibrating in circles on a polished wood floor. Why, of all days, did these things have to happen on Spencer Reid's day off?

With a mouth full of foul words he arose from his bed. It was old; undoubtedly the same one he had since he was fifteen. It was outfitted with Star Wars sheets and a pillow in the shape of a moon. He glanced at it before throwing a navy blanket back over his bed and stumbling back out into his apartment. It wasn't big, but it was what he wanted. Small kitchen, average size living room, big bathroom, and a small bedroom. This was all he really needed. The color scheme throughout the apartment was well chosen as well. Burgundy and gold lined the walls while black leather furniture garnished the rooms. A few paintings hung in the halls, but other than that the apartment had an unpolished look about it. It definitely reflected the owner's personality.

The mobile had stopped ringing just as he went to pick it up. Looking at the call display he noticed it was work. Why couldn't they leave him alone for just one day? Lots of people he knew took days off of work here and there. But he couldn't, his job was too demanding. The FBI was always calling on genius Dr. Reid to crack the case, he muttered to himself as he called back.

Sure enough Hotch watched him to come in and look something over. 'Just for a moment,' he added. 'I know this is your day off.' Reid agreed and grumbled as he slammed the phone down on the table in his kitchen. He wasn't even washed or dressed… wait a minute, he thought, what time was it anyway? It was one in the afternoon. He couldn't believe it. He was so worn out from so many sleepless night spent working that he had managed to sleep fourteen hours today. Spencer Reid had never slept in this late in his life. He quickly got a shower, ate a pop tart, and got dressed. In his usual fashion he wore a striped button-up shirt, a black sweater-vest and grey pants, complete with two odd socks. JJ always said he dressed like an old man instead of a 20-something year old and that made him smile. He was just putting on his messenger bag and his glasses when the damn phone rang again. If that's work again, he thought, I'm gonna… but he lost all train of thought when he looked at the caller I.D.

It was JJ.

Hesitantly, he picked up.

'Wake up, sleepyhead.'

'What?'

He yawned involuntarily.

'It's not like you didn't need the sleep anyway, right?'

'Right,' Reid mumbled. 'Look, if it's about Hotch wanting me to come in right away I had to…'

'No, it's not that. Actually he decided to let you have your day off after all.'

So maybe there is a God, he thought silently to himself.

'Did you crack the case then?'

He asked, sounding amused.

'Nope. He decided to send me over with some things. It should only take a minute. That is, if you don't mind?'

All thought left his mind. For once in his life he couldn't think of something to say.

'No, no I don't mind. No, not at all. Sure. Right.'

His voice was higher than normal, and at this JJ laughed.

'Alright Reid.'

And with that she hung up.

Everything was swirling around in his head right now. Work, JJ, a case, JJ, his apartment, work, JJ, his day off, JJ. Work was only a ten minute drive away from here so he decided to rush around and try to tidy up a bit, shoving half eaten bowls of cereal into the garbage, putting boxes of Kraft Dinner back into their rightful places, and sweeping the floors after rearranging the cushions on his couch. He immediately scolded himself. She's not going to care about your apartment, he thought. She's here to discuss a case. Just a case. Nothing else. This more so than anything else, saddened him. Regardless of what he just said to convince him that this was a casual visit, he couldn't help but look in the mirror and fix his hair, glasses, and straighten his tie.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang. It was kind of loud and really startling, which caused Reid to stumble off of the arm of his chair onto the floor. He quickly brushed himself off and answered the door. There she stood, holding three separate manila folders stuffed with facts, pictures, and police reports. In his head, however, he envisioned her carrying take-out and a movie. He shook his head to clear this thought.

'Hey.'

She smirked and tried to look around his lanky frame into his apartment.

'Hey.'

She shuffled the folders around in her arms.

'Umm, are you gonna let me in or do you want to discuss the case out here in the hallway? I mean I'd have no problem but I'm pretty sure it'd be a breach of the oath of secrecy we took when we joined the FBI…'

Reid laughed and ushered her in.

'Yeah, sorry, just… I'm still kind of tired. And don't mind the mess.'

He led her into the living room and took a seat opposite her, the leather squeaking with every move.

He looked at her for a fraction of a second longer than he should have. He thought she noticed this too.

'Want some, uh, coffee or something?'

Reid spluttered, apparently very flustered. JJ, however, managed to keep her cool, which right now he was very envious of.

'Yeah, sure. That'd be great actually.'

He stood up awkwardly and headed into the kitchen, worrying that she knew how he felt about her. This was a professional relationship… that's all. Why should he convince himself otherwise?

As he walked over to the cupboard to get the coffee pot he admired the flowers which were now in full bloom by his sink. After remarks made by Morgan and Garcia, he decided to relocate the flowers JJ had given him. He smiled as he did every time he passed by them.

Apparently still in a daze, he managed to drop the opened canister of coffee all over the floor.

Swear words littered the kitchen as he looked around for a broom, trying unsuccessfully to keep quiet.

'Its okay, I've got it under…'

He started to shout to a JJ that apparently wasn't in the living room anymore.

She was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a mischievous look in her eyes.

'Sorry to startle you. I just…'

But before he could explain himself fully, her lips were on his and he dropped the empty canister to the floor.

Every nerve ending in his brain was firing off. He wasn't aware of anything except for her face only mere inches, no, centimetres, away from his. He couldn't react; he simply stood there letting her kiss him with an intensity that matched her personality. It was mind blowing, he thought. Yes, that's exactly what it was. Suddenly, and without warning, she reached for his collar and pulled him closer. Dangerously closer. The few centimetres of distance that was between them had vanished and Reid was still in utter shock. He wanted to kiss back and oh he wanted to do so much more but for some reason couldn't. It's not like he planned to act this way. In fact he had many dreams like this… and he definitely was not just a bystander in his dreams. He was usually the instigator, not JJ. He didn't think she had any feelings whatsoever for him, but apparently he was wrong, which was very unusual since he was Spencer Reid.

She reached for his face, pulling it impossibly closer to hers, kissing him with such intensity he thought that if she wasn't holding him so tight he'd surely fall down. He still couldn't process this scene completely. She came over to discuss the case, right? Or was this some joke that she was in on with Morgan? Some cruel joke… no. She wouldn't go this far. He just had to accept the fact that she felt the same way about him as he did about her.

She stood up on her tiptoes and whispered something in his ear making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

'Are you sure you're really awake? It doesn't seem like it.'

That was all he needed. Some indication that this was real, this wasn't a daydream. JJ really was standing in his kitchen kissing him, ignoring work and ignoring the fact that they worked together.

For once in his life Reid abandoned all logic as he placed his hands on either side of her face, lifting it upwards, trying to match the intensity of his kisses to hers. He thought, however, that it would be impossible.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see her smirk, obviously satisfied that he was responding now. Suddenly she flung her arms around his waist and pushed him closer towards her. This caught him off guard as she knew it would. 'You have no idea,' she breathed. 'No idea.'

'Um, actually I think I do,' he said, his hands still framing either side of her face.

'I like you and you like me. Obviously there's gotta be something chemical involved.'

She loved him and he loved her. This was the most obvious statement since the world was discovered to be round.

'Exactly,' she hissed, standing up on her tiptoes trying to reach him. 'That's exactly what I was thinking.'

'And you don't think this is, weird, you know?'

Reid managed to get out between sloppy kisses.

'What? Me standing in your kitchen kissing you or the fact that we kind of more than like each other?'

JJ asked sceptically as she wrapped her arms tighter around his waist.

'Well, both when you put it that way. But… I don't even care.'

'Good,' she breathed. 'That's the answer I was looking for.'

With that she returned to her full intensity, as did he. Neither of them were thinking of anything except for the other and how exceptionally right this felt.

She reached for his tie and led him out of his kitchen back into the living room. He was reminded of Lila and their whirlwind romance last year... but this was different. Not just a chemical relationship, he thought. This was the real deal. This was everything. And with that he pushed her up against the hallway wall, trying to get closer to her than physically possible, taking her face in his hands again.

'This isn't just a… one time thing, is it?'

He muttered.

'Because then that wouldn't be fair, would it?'

She smirked, the mischievous look returning.

'Fair… you think I'm fair?'

'Well no, not really. But I do think you're insanely infatuated with me… enough to make this more than a one time occurrence, don't you think?'

She growled.

'Then why are you asking the question if you know the answer?'

He thought about that for a moment.

'Because that, unfortunately, is my job.'