Howdy! I felt like starting a brand-new story -hetero... I've got another slash in the works, too, XD.

So I hope you enjoy this lovely story.... It's about two virgins, XD, and you hear about how virgins can't find their way out of a wet paper bag... Well, I thought I'd enjoy trying to write it!

So, Enjoy!

~Sins~

Reid looked into your eyes, but somehow reached your soul. I had thought it was true, but I didn't realize how true until the day he took the hand of a twenty-ish woman he'd just help stop from being raped.

She stared right back straight into his eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She hesitated for a moment before murmuring, "Could you hold me?"

The words rushed out of my mouth before I could stop them. There was something about those chocolate brown eyes that told me I could trust him, told me that he would never even dream of doing what had nearly been done to me.

I licked my chap lips at his startled expression. "Just for a minute," I added.

He smiled, a polite smile, defiantly forced. "Why me?" I saw his eyes fall on several men in the group he'd arrived with.

"Instinct. Just let me trust my instincts aren't all bad." The words jumbled out of my mouth in an unorganized fashion.

He nodded slowly, then gently folded his arms around me. They were surprisingly strong for how he looked. He looked to be in his early twenties, but his eyes struck me as older. He looked like a nerd, surprisingly enough for someone packing heat. But he was the cute nerd that you always liked in high school but couldn't say you did.

I leaned into him and placed my head on his shoulder, feeling the tears spill over onto his shirt. His arms tightened around me, and his hand moved up and down my back slowly, gently, like he was afraid I'd fall to pieces in his arms.

He held on to me until my tears stopped, even though the rest of the FBI guys –who I assume were his coworkers- had left us.

"Are you okay now?" he asked.

I smiled at him. "No. but you've done all you can for that. Nothing that a person with a PhD and a tendency to ask, 'And how does that make you feel?' can't fix."

He smiled at me, truly this time, and wiped the last tear off my cheek. "Well, if you like, I can ask that."

"What's your name?" I asked, finding that he was too cute to let slip through my fingers.

He looked at little startled. "Oh! I'm Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Doctor of what?"

"I have PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering, and bachelor's degrees in Psychology and Sociology." He looked slightly amused, probably because I didn't assume he was a medical doctor.

"And a genius-level IQ, I take it. You seem the intellectual type." I smiled at his slight frown. "That's a good thing. I like a well-read man."

He smiled in spite of himself, and I had a feeling he'd never been told that before.

"I'm Dr. Jaquiline Harrison, Jaqui for short. I'm twenty-seven, and I just got my doctorate in accounting." I smiled. "And I probably should have told you all this before I soaked your shirt."

"Why accounting?"

"Well, I'm OCD. Just a little, but I like my numbers having a right place to be."

He smiled a little at that.

"I like your smile," I told him. "You should do it more often."

He blushed furiously.

I twirled one finger in my wild curly hair, remembering how terrible I must look. I looked away for a moment, then realized that if I expected him to ever like me, in any sense, he'd have to take the bad with the good. "Do you want coffee? The kitchen shouldn't be off limits."

He looked at me as if he'd forgotten what I'd nearly become. "I… I should probably go, actually."

I looked at him, noting his slight frown. "When do you go back to… wherever?"

"Tomorrow." His eyes asked questions he didn't vocalize.

"What time?"

"Nine o'clock."

"Then, might you be able to come talk with me a bit before you leave? Just for a few minutes."

He nodded slowly. "I should be able to drop by around eight."

"Thank you." I smiled a small smile of triumph.

He drew a card out of his pocket and scribbled on the back before holding it out to me. "If you ever need someone to talk to, you can call anytime."

I took it gingerly. "I may just take you up on that."

He smiled at me and headed for the door.

I watched him leave, feeling it almost as a physical loss. I only met him today. How can I react so strongly so quickly?

I went back to my hotel room, Doctor Jaquiline Harrison still lingering heavily on my mind. She'd been a victim, had nearly been raped and killed, but her vibrancy hadn't dulled. She'd startled me when she'd asked me to hold her.

She was so beautiful, with long, curly dark-brown hair, intelligent green eyes and enough curves to make Morgan drool. She'd asked me after I took her hand to lead her out of the room. She had no problem with me being as intelligent as I am, and she didn't seem intimidated by it. I was a moth drawn to her flame.

I wanted to know why. Why me? Why not Morgan or Gideon or Hotch? Why not Prentis? What was it that had made her ask me?

It kept me puzzled. Women were perhaps the one thing I didn't understand. So I phoned the one person who'd give me a straight answer, no matter what.

When she picked up, I asked, "I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"

I heard the smile in her voice. "Just movie night. What can I do you for?"

"I… I have a question I want a woman's answer to."

"Ooo, is our Boy Genius growing up?" she teased.

"Just hear me out, Garcia."

"Okay. Shoot."

"There's this victim, a beautiful woman we kept from being killed today. Not just beautiful by my standards, either. So when her situation finally hits her and she starts crying, out of all the men in the room –the officers, Gideon, Hotch, Morgan– she asked me to hold her while she cried. Why?"

Garcia's smile widened. "I think she's attracted to you, Reid. What's her name?"

"Doctor Jaquiline Harrison."

Fingers flew over a keyboard. "She's stunning. Twenty-seven-year old Jaquiline Harrison graduated from Yale with honors –and a doctorate in accounting. She's currently looking for employment at the university level and doing lower-level book-keeping." Garcia hummed softly to herself, skimming the information. "Her father died when she was young, but I don't see any more mention of family." A few more keys clicked. "She's published more than thirty small articles in magazines. Oh, and she has a novel that's about to hit the press." She typed a little more. "That's all I found."

"Thanks, Garcia."

"You are very welcome," she returned.

I smiled. "Enjoy your movie."

"I will. G'night."

"Good night." I hung up the phone, pondering the instant research from Garcia. That is her little way of protecting me, I guess. It was a very sweet gesture, actually. I felt a smile tug at my lips as my cell phone vibrated in my pocket.

So... let me know what you think of it! XD