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Prentiss and Reid are lying together in bed.

"Do you think we should tell the team about us?" Prentiss asked him, breaking the soft quiet that surrounded them. "This is technically against FBI protocol but…"

"Trust me, they already know." Reid said interrupting her as he turned over to look at her, his chocolate coloured hair obscuring his face.

"They are among the best in the world at reading body language and profiling people." Reid said to her as he clambered to sit up straight.

"We could all tell something was happening with Hotch when he split up with his wife, or there was a reason for Rossi returning to the BAU. Even my drug problem." Reid paused momentarily, Emily knew he did not like remembering about how he was kidnapped, tortured and drugged by a mentally unstable unsub. "Or when JJ was flying to New Orleans every weekend for like a year to see LaMontagne, we all knew." Reid continued. "So really I'm nearly as close to certain that they know something is going on between us. I actually did an experiment to prove it." Reid said, talking faster and his voice going squeaky like it does when he is excited and going off on a wild tangent.

"When we fly back from a location with work, all pressure is off us and so we resort to our more basic requirements. Filling the plane from the back and working forwards, right-handed people taking a seat to their right etcetera etcetera." The young doctor paused for a breath before continuing.

"Since we started our relationship, we have sat nearer each other and more frequently next to each other, 24% and 37% respectively. " He smiled, clearly impressed with his work.

"Interestingly, you an actually see…"

"Reid stop. Please." Emily said. "That's really enough talking about our seat locations."

"Our arrival times at work have also altered if you're interested." He continued with a sly grin on his face. "They get closer together, and there are less frequent occurrences of prime numbers in the minutes column of our arrival times, although I believe that to just be a coincidence." Reid stated. "However, our cars are parked further and further away from each other."

Emily, who secretly enjoyed Reid's rambling speeches, interrupted him at this comment.

"You made a note of where we parked at work?" She has a look of disbelief on her face.

"Well not often enough for my results to be considered valid and withstand scientific scrutiny. There are also many variable factors to be taken into account. Not to mention that I don't actually believe that the further away form each other we park our cars will have an effect on our relationship. Similar to the mass cultural delusion that the suns apparent position relative to arbitrarily defined constellations at the time of their birth somehow affects people's personality." Reid stopped talking, judging this to be an appropriate response.

"Wait" Prentiss said looking totally confused. "Participating in what?"

"Horoscopes" Reid replied simply. "They are pointless and a scam, and my research into car parking locations is similar to that."

"So why then did you bother to do it, when you knew it was rubbish?" Prentiss asked still looking dumbfounded.

"It was a slow day at work. I had nothing major to do one lunch time." He answered her sheepishly, twirling a piece of hair at the back of his head around his finger like he always did when he was nervous.

Emily could not help but laugh and smile at him. She lent over and held his face in her hands and said "I am in love with a genius, who is an idiot." Before slipping out of bed to get dressed for another day at the FBI.

Reid however, remained in bed. Emily had just said that she loved him. She had said it before of course in a friendly manner and in bed, however this was the first time that he would classify as a declaration of love. His palms started to sweat and pulse rate increase. What should he do? What was the social protocol at times like this? Did she really mean it? If so did he share these feelings? If so was he meant to respond?

It was at that moment that Emily's phone rang. She looked at the caller id and smiled as she recognised her friend's name. JJ was calling them in early. That meant there was a big case ahead of them.

"Yea ok JJ I'll be there in 30. How soon will the others be there?"

"Well Morgan is Morgan" She replied to her friend on the phone smiling, "and I'm sure Reid is just sleeping, you know what geniuses are like" She said turning to face the man in question, who was flicking through the tv guide. "Reid are you looking up what was on late last night so you can say you watched it and fell asleep late again and did not wake up in time?" Prentiss asked him, having deduced his plan.

"Indeed I am" The young man replied, "Ohh a Star Trek marathon, and there great episodes as well."

"This is you brilliant plan for covering up sleeping over at mine and therefore not answering your phone. You fell asleep watching Star Trek?"

"Indeed it is. Well fraternisation between Bureau employees is frowned upon, and Hotch is kind of scary. I think it's the eyes."

"Never mind that just now, turn on your moile. JJ is trying to reach you." Prentiss told him. "And why don't you just park further away from Hotch from now on?" A grin spreading across her face. "He might not be so tough on you when we tell them."

A/N This is my first fan-fic so please comment on it.

A/N I have a rough idea where im going to take this, but any ideas you have will be taken into consideration

A/N I do not know if all that stuff about car parking and seat positioning is true, I made it up

A/N I am British and so I say "mobile" when Americans would say "cell phone" and I spell "colour" with a "u"