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A/n hey all... I'm not really sure how many chapters this will be or where it's going. I think it will end of with a bit of a cohesive plot rather then as a series of related one shots. I'll leave it up to you to decide. There will be at least one more chapter so that Reid gets his say. Please enjoy

Blood Lust

Emily dropped her go bag on her bed and sighed. As much as she loved her job and the chance to help others - it seemed like lately it would be the death of her - literally, all because she had lost her focus. She sighed again and went to her closet for a robe.

Rain pelted down on her windows as she shed her jacket and her damp shoes and socks. The room felt like fall had really come to stay in DC. She went to the thermostat. It read seventy degrees, still too warm outside to turn on the furnace. Still, the chill in her heart wouldn't leave without something. She thought briefly of going downstairs for a drink, but dismissed it. It would be too easy to go down that path.

Instead, she headed into the en-suite bathroom she'd renovated to her personal tastes when she'd purchased the brownstone. She turned on the taps to the oval shaped jetted tub and poured in her favorite lavender bath salts. As the steam, water and foam began to rise, she stripped off the rest of her damp clothing.

She lit several fat, vanilla scented candles scattered on the dark grey marble counter top and around the wide edges of the tub. She pulled a wooden basket out of the right side of the cabinet under the modern vessel sink, shaped oval to match her tub. Its blue glass glowed in the candlelight after she turned down the light to its lowest setting, plunging the room into semi-darkness.

The tub filled quickly. She turned on the jets and climbed in so that one of them hit her sore back. "Oh…" She groaned. "That's nice."

She reached over to her basket and pulled out her I pod. If she closed her eyes and concentrated on the music, then she might succeed in pushing her most pressing problem out of her mind. She put the ear buds in her ears and set it to shuffle.

She shut off the water and lay back against the back of the tub with her head on the bath pillow she'd found on line. Candlelight flickered around her, shedding its golden light over the foam, and her face as she slid down to let the water touch her chin.

She closed her eyes and let the soft piano and sax drift over her. The jets were working the pain out of her back and neck, so she began to relax and let her brain drift to something other than her job.

She lay on her couch with a glass of white wine on the coffee table and a book in her hands. The only light came from the lamp next to the couch. She shifted, pulling the throw blanket up around her chin.

She couldn't put the book down despite her chagrin at falling for the current vampire craze that had engulfed the world. After all, she wasn't a fifteen-year-old girl. She was a grown woman who should be immune to the charms of Edward the Vampire, but…

She jumped when something moved in the shadows. Her eyes flicked to the large sliding glass doors, that showed her the Jefferson Memorial. Only shadows resided outside the glow of the lamp so she returned her attention to "Twilight."

Twelve pages later, another whispering movement passed the light of her lamp. She froze. Her book slipped out of her fingers and hit the light grey carpet with a soft thump.

"Who's there?" She said hoarsely wishing she had her gun close by instead of upstairs in her bedroom.

There was only silence in the room. She should get up and turn on her stereo to counteract the quiet, but she found she couldn't move from her position on the couch. A scent, something she couldn't name, suddenly wafted over her. It was familiar, but elusive, like the memory of a scent.

Another slight sound behind her head had her leaping off the couch. She almost tripped over the slippery cover of her book as she tried to look in every direction at the same time.

"I'm a federal agent." She said in a trembling tone. "Show yourself now and I won't hurt you."

She heard the voice's low and mellow echo as though they stood in a huge empty sports arena. "Emily…" The voice whispered.

"Don't screw with me," she shouted.

He stepped out of the shadows and his face knocked her off her feet and back onto the couch. His golden brown hair, short and wavy, framed his pale white face with shadowed eyes. The eyes, golden-brown and seductive pinned her to her seat. He moved with the ease of a panther stalking its prey.

Her heart rate pounded in her chest as he casually walked over and sat down next to her.

"You scared the hell out of me Reid. How did you get in here?"

He reached over and touched her hand. She flinched and pulled away from his cold skin. It must be colder outside then she'd thought.

"How did you get in here?" She repeated as he stared into her eyes.

"I picked your lock. You really should have an alarm system installed."

"Thanks for the advice."

His eyes must have hypnotized her because she wasn't telling him to get out. He reached up with one finger and slid it down her face. It was like ice on her skin. She shivered.

"I tried to stay away from you, but I can't." He whispered. "I'm sorry…"

"I don't understand what -"

He leaned in and kissed her. The touch of his icy lips on her mouth sent shivers racing up her back. Heat flared in her stomach as he pulled her into a vice like embrace. Her mouth opened letting his arctic tongue inside. His hands pushed up under the white cotton tee shirt she wore.

"Spencer…"

"Sh… "

She should be kicking his ass for touching her, but she couldn't make her hands push him away. His hands stayed icy cold on her skin. His thumbs brushed her nipples and she groaned into his mouth.

'You're so beautiful." He whispered. "I couldn't stay away from you anymore.

"I- I'm glad." She stuttered. "Touch me."

His long fingers pulled off her shirt. He trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck. "You taste like fine wine." He sighed.

"Hmm… Don't stop."

Wetness began pooling between her legs as his hand kneaded her right breast. He slid his hand down her stomach making lazy circles around her belly button. Goose pimples popped out on her abdomen as his magic fingers traced patterns on her skin.

"Please…" She breathed. "I need you so much."

"That's my line," he laughed as her hands fumbled at his zipper.

"Shut up and make love to me."

He pulled her sweat pants off with the easy practiced moves of someone that's done it a million times. She managed to get her hands into his pants and pushed them down with his blue cotton boxers.

"Oh," she gasped at the size of him in her hands.

He jerked as her hands slid over him. She watched his eyes go dark and deep as she stroked him to the point of release.

"Stop," He panted moving her hand away from him. "I want to be inside you."

She lay back and he lay over her pushing her legs open. She gasped at the feel of his tip pushing at her entrance, dragging over her wet skin. He shoved inside, impaling her like the point of a spear.

"Oh God…"

She clenched around him tight feeling orgasm building as he rocked inside of her. "Emily…" She gazed up at him and the deep sorrow that had overtaken passion in his face. "I'm sorry Emily but I can't…"

His mouth opened wide showing blinding white and wet teeth. "Spencer?"

His head fell to her neck in a blur and white-hot pain ripped through her throat. She screamed, and thrashed until the darkness blocked out the pain and the sound sucking and swallowing.

Emily opened her eyes gasping and splashing around. Hot water and foam got in her eyes stinging her into full awareness from her dream.

Her heart pounded in her ears and her neck ached. She threw up one hand and touched her throat but it was unharmed. The whole thing was a dream brought on by that stupid book she'd been reading.

She sighed and sat up in the cooling water. These dreams or fantasies were happening more and more often. Ever since he'd cut his hair and filled out in all the right places she couldn't stop thinking about Reid, even at work.

She pulled her basket to her and grabbed one of her new, water proof vibrators from inside. The dream had left her shaking and aroused with no way to settle down. Sleep was completely out of the question without some kind of release even if it was at the end of a vibrator.

It lasted less than two minutes and she was shuddering and shaking calling Spencer's name out as she came. It was the third time that week she'd had to resort to this and it was getting ridiculous. Every time she closed her eyes she saw his beautiful, sculpted by God, face. She dreaded work now in a way she never had, because he was there and she couldn't touch him, kiss him, or simply spend an hour gazing into his eyes.

She stood up on shaking legs and grabbed a sapphire blue towel from the rack to dry off. She'd just drain the tub and go to bed. Sleep was her only option, the only way to escape.

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The rain had stopped by the time she woke up the next morning. Sunshine spilled through her light blue silk curtains. The sky was cobalt and white clouds floated by like cotton. The nightmares and dreams of the night seemed far away until she walked into the bullpen and he was there. It was going to be another long day.

TBC

A/n2 Yes... I have been sucked into, no pun intended, the world of Twilight. What can I say... Edward and Jacob are hot.