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A/n here's the last chapter my doves. Thanks for your kind support all.

A New Beginning

Reid blinked against bright sunshine filling the room around him. He tried to see his surroundings clearly, because he didn't quite remember where he was or what he'd been doing.

His neck hurt from the kink put in it due to sleeping with his head tilted back against a couch. He sat up straight, yawned and rubbed at his sore neck. The room finally focused as did the coffee table full of the debris from the night before and the color of the couch. Right… He'd stayed with Emily that night.

He stood up smiling and stretched his arms up over his head. His bladder throbbed painfully. He knew she had a bathroom on the first floor, but he should ask to use it first. He looked around noticing that Emily wasn't anywhere to be found.

He went back to the kitchen. A pot of coffee perked merrily along in the maker. The smell finally pushed its way into his brain. The problem was this, go to the bathroom or wait for coffee.

"Hey," Arms circled his waist and he jerked just a little. "You're awake. I should have known you'd make a beeline for the coffee."

He clasped his hand over hers and squeezed them. "Actually, I was wondering if I can use your bathroom."

"You don't have to ask, mi casa es su casa!"

"Technically this is a brownstone or a townhouse, not a house." He informed her.

She rolled her eyes and flapped her arms. "Whatever! Just go use the bathroom already. I don't want to be responsible for any prostate damage."

He went pink in the cheeks. "I don't think holding it a little longer will cause permanent damage."

"I certainly hope not! I want all of you in perfect working order when our relationship goes to the next level."

"Emily!" His face flamed.

"Alright… Go take care of business before you burst."

He escaped to the bathroom feeling very much like a small boy in class given permission to go to the toilet. At least she hadn't laughed at him.

When he finished up and went back to the kitchen, Emily was pouring out coffee into a dark green ceramic mug. "Feel better," she smirked at him.

"Yes… Thank you," He pulled the coffee pot toward him and one of her green mugs. "That coffee smells divine."

"Divine? You're using words like divine in relation to coffee." She poured a little cream into her cup and stirred it slowly with her spoon.

"Can't help it… Coffee is the ambrosia of the Gods." He declared.

"Give me a break Reid. Do you want something to eat or are you still stuffed from last night?"

"I'm not really that hungry, but something sweet," he said, as he looked around for the sugar "would be excellent. Where's your sugar?"

"Sorry… I only have Splenda." She said pouring it from a small container.

"That's a crime." Reid pointed his spoon at her. "You're polluting perfectly good coffee."

"After last night's junk food binge, I need to be a good girl this morning."

"Fine…" He whined and put some of the sugar substitute in his coffee.

He stirred it for a long time stalling the moment when he actually has to taste the coffee. Emily didn't say anything; she just sat opposite him in a pink terrycloth robe with a towel around her hair and smirking. He resisted the urge to stick out his tongue at her because she still looked so beautiful. It wasn't fair.

"It's going to get cold if you don't stop stalling." She finally said placidly.

He frowned down at the coffee, and then took a sip. "It doesn't taste the same." He said.

"It's exactly the same."

"No… It's not!" He insisted.

"Whatever," She grinned. "You'll have to deal with it. I have to watch my weight."

"No you don't," he argued. "You're perfect just he way you are."

"That's so sweet!" She said, "But that doesn't mean I'm buying sugar just for you."

"Emily?"

"Yes."

"I hope you know that I didn't come over here with the intention of spending the night." He revealed as though it were some great secret.

"I know that Reid. Nothing happened if you remember." She teased.

"I'm serious!"

His hand trembled on the cup of coffee he held up to his lips. What if she didn't understand what he wanted to tell her? It could all be over with one wrong word.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Just that I've loved you for so long; I've been plotting ways to just stop by and see you. The problem was that nothing I came up would have worked. You're a great profiler and you would've known."

She didn't respond, as he waited for her judgment on his bonehead statements. He should have kept his mouth shut.

"I'm not mad at you." She finally said. "I think yesterday was a catalyst for me. Ever since Colorado and Cyrus, things have been different. I know you can take care of yourself, but when he asked whom the FBI agent was I found myself standing up and admitting to it without thinking of the consequences. I mean, I knew what I was doing, but it didn't occur to me until later that I wanted to spare you more pain. I hope I didn't hurt you."

He put down his coffee and studied her. For the third time in less than a day, she blushed under his gaze. She didn't seem to know what to do with her spoon so she played with it. "Emily… Look at me."

She looked up at him.

"You didn't bruise my male ego." He said. "You told me it was your choice and not my fault. I believed you and I've put it past me."

"What I mean to say is after the compound blew up; I think that's when I knew I was falling for you. I'm sorry I didn't say anything then."

"My mother said that when I was ready the right woman would come along. I guess I'm ready now."

Emily smirked at him. "So I'm the right one am I?"

Blood rushed to his face. "I didn't put that right." He squeaked.

"I know what you mean." She reached over and took his hand. "So why don't we just start at the beginning and tell Hotch."

His heart started pounding in his chest at the use of Hotch's name. Still… He knew she was right. It wouldn't be in their best interests to try to hide it from their boss. "I'll t-tell him." He said.

"I can go in on Monday morning and tell him if you like." She argued.

"No… I'll tell him."

"We should go in together if we're going to be together." She pointed out.

"Okay, we'll go in together." He agreed raising his coffee cup in salute.

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Morgan entered the bullpen last on Monday morning. He looked like someone had put vinegar in his morning coffee to Emily as she watched him take his seat at his desk.

"What's wrong Morgan?" She asked as she began sorting her files into three piles.

"Nothing that a strong cup of coffee won't cure."

"Are you hung over?" Reid asked, bringing Emily a cup of coffee.

She reached over and touched his arm briefly as Morgan eyed them balefully. "Alright, are we going to pick up where we left off on Friday with you two?"

Reid put his coffee on the desk and reached for Emily's hand. "What's wrong with you?" He asked.

"Since when do you hold hands in the office and generally act like a couple of lovesick birds. It's making my head ache."

They let go of each other's hands and sat down at their respective desks. "Just because you struck out on your date, doesn't mean you have to take it out on us." Reid said mildly.

"Good one Spencer." Emily said.

"Oh man… Now you're calling him Spencer. I may puke." Morgan said.

"Shut up and tell us about your date." Emily pointed at him. "We want to hear all about it."

"I don't want to talk about it." Morgan picked up his coffee cup and stood up. "I think I'll go rat you two out to Garcia. That will make her day and mine, come to think of it."

"We already told everyone else." Emily told him with a smirk. "If you'd been on time today, you wouldn't have missed it."

Morgan stopped in his tracks. "No way is this legitimate."

"Yes it is." Reid said. "Get used to it Morgan."

"Wonderful!" Morgan headed off to the break room. "Just don't kiss in the office or anything. I don't think I can handle it!"

Emily winked at Reid. "Now that's the best Monday morning I've had in a long time."

"Me too," Reid agreed. "Emily?" He asked his new girlfriend.

"What?"

He smiled and said in conspirator's tone "Do you have any ideas on tormenting Morgan tomorrow?"