Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

A/N: I thought I knew where I was going with this, but it's not going to work. I was going to drag it out and stuff, but my life has pretty much gone to shit, so I'm going to end this kind of lamely. This will be the last chapter, because I just can't quite concentrate, and I want to get this done and over with. So, yeah, sorry it's sorry this took so long to put up, I've been having computer problems.

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Reid woke slowly; his mind pushing its way to consciousness, even though all Reid wanted was to continue sleeping. After a moment, the initial fog connected with waking subsided, leaving him painfully aware of where he was, and, more importantly, how he had gotten there. Unfortunately, he remembered the events of the previous night, despite the fact he had been drunk. With a solemn vow to never, EVER drink again, Reid slowly pushed himself off of the couch, standing clumsily. He didn't even need to wake fully for the embarrassment to sink in fully. He briefly considered fleeing from Prentiss' apartment, when he heard her shout from the kitchen.

"Don't even think about running, Spencer."

God damn profilers. Red let out a sigh, and walked nervously to the kitchen, keeping his head down to avoid eye contact. He sat down at the round little table across from Prentiss, hanging his head and folding his hands in his lap. He wondered if there was anything he could say or do to avoid having this conversation with her, to make her forget he'd gotten drunk and gone to her apartment. Nothing sort of science-fiction based solutions came to his mind, so he simply sat and waited for her to start spouting venom at him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Reid was so surprised at the amiable tone that his head snapped up, sending a jolt of pain through his head and spine. However, he ignored it, along with the slight hangover he was experiencing. There wasn't any spite or sarcasm in her voice. Was this an alternate universe? Maybe he could make a device to zap her memories from last night away after all. He knew he shouldn't be so surprised at her understanding. Prentiss had always been nice to him, even after all the times he had snapped at her. He swallowed hard, looking down at the table, focusing diligently on the patterns in the wooden surface.

"No, not really…thanks for asking though." He knew he didn't sound quite as thankful for his concern as he truly felt, but he was too embarrassed by what he'd said the other night to explain to her how much her care meant to him. Not after drunkenly wallowing about how pretty she was…god…could you really die of embarrassment? Studies said no, but Reid was starting to wonder. He became aware that Prentiss was watching him as he thought, and he felt color rise into his cheeks. Did he have to be so obvious? He stood, hoping to avoid any further embarrassment, but Prentiss shook her head, motioning for him to sit back down. He did so grudgingly, biting his lower lip so hard it nearly bled.

"I talked to Hotch while you were asleep."

"What?!" Reid squeaked, unable to help himself. Hotch was already mad at him for falling asleep at work, if he had found out he'd gone home, gotten drunk, and then shown up at a co-workers…Reid could get a job almost anywhere, but he'd rather keep his job at the BAU than work anywhere else.

"It's okay, Spencer, calm down. I just asked him what had happened Jersey. I didn't tell him about last night." She said it as if to calm him down. Why was she being so nice? He was fairly sure that was the second time she had called him 'Spencer', when she would have normally called him 'Reid.' "Listen, Spencer," make that three times, "I need you to talk to me, and tell me what's going on."

"Nothing's going on," he answered, staring at her blankly. At least, he didn't think there was anything going on. Had he done anything to make her worry? Well, besides falling asleep at work and showing up at her apartment drunk…okay, maybe he wasn't acting normal. And, judging from the way Prentiss was looking at him now, her eyes filled with concern, she didn't think he was okay. "I guess I've just been stressed out, since that case in Montana…" Prentiss' eyebrows drew together, and Reid glanced up to see her slowly calculating what he was saying, carefully profiling his words.

"Do you remember anything from the night before we went to Montana?" Prentiss asked. Reid blinked in confusion before he remembered that that was the night that he had gone out for drinks with the team. Oh…that meant she wanted to talk about that. He couldn't even remember that. But, if it had been anything like last night, which it probably was, but worse, he could understand why she would want an apology. It probably wasn't very conductive to her social standing for her friends and colleagues to see nerdy, awkward Reid flirting with her.

"Uhm…no. But Morgan did tell me I acted like an idiot. A-and I'm really, really sorry I embarrassed you in front of the team." He couldn't erase what had happened, or zap anyone's memory, so the best he could do was apologize. Some unreadable emotion passed over Prentiss' face as she listened to him, and Reid wasn't sure of what else to say, so he hung his head lower, his hands twisting restlessly in his lap.

"Spencer…" six times now. Reid looked up to show he was paying attention. "You weren't acting like an…okay, you were acting a little funny, but I wasn't mad, and I wasn't embarrassed." Reid noted that her lips tightened and her shoulders hunched for a fraction of a second, and the micro-expression clearly stated that she wasn't being entirely truthful. He smiled, but it was a sad smile, and he looked back down at his hands. He was silent for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek. When he finally spoke, he looked up at her through his bangs, still smiling slightly.

"You're trying to lie to a profiler."

Prentiss pushed her hair back behind her ears, a nervous gesture he wasn't used to seeing her use. She looked away, staring blankly at the kitchen wall. "Okay…I was a little embarrassed." Reid nodded, mainly to himself, and then pushed himself into a standing position. She looked up as he stood. "I wasn't done talking to you, Reid." Strange, he was back to 'Reid' again, but she didn't sound angry. Reid groaned in protest, but sat back down. Prentiss waited until he had settled down, and then took a deep breath and began to talk.

"You asked me out, after I kissed you, and, even though you were drunk, I'm holding you to the date you promised me."

"What?! No I didn't!"

"Yes you did. Go home and get ready. Pick me up at six. Oh, and bring your wallet, because you promised to pay for dinner."

THE END

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A/N: Yeah, really lame ending, I know, but I'm not really good at het, my brain is fried, and I don't really feel like trying too much harder with this one. Sorry it sucks.