Hey everyone! I know I have a fan-fiction already going, which is actually where this short story came from. In writing my other fiction, I realized that I had a lot of kinks to work out in writing Reid's personality. This story came about as purely an exercise for that purpose. I put Reid in the most awkward situation I could possibly put him in, and then made it ten times more awkward. The chapters are fairly long, but there are only five.

A little bit about this story: I have no idea what made me decide to share this. This is a pure work of fiction, maybe even to the story line of Criminal Minds. (I don't believe Emily has any siblings. Correct me if I'm wrong.) It was just the most awkward situation I could think to put Reid in. This story is also not so much about a case, but, because I was working on Reid's personality specifically, about a relationship that is forced upon him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters. It's a shame, because I'd be swimming in the dough if I did. However, I don't want that much responsibility. I do own Taylor and this specific story line, however. Muahaha!

Chapter 1

Socially Inept Motormouth, Meet Taylor Prentiss

"All right, Taylor, here we are. Feel free to make yourself at home. The fridge is fully stocked, there's fresh towels in the bathroom if you want to shower after the flight, and there's cable television, but no premium channels. And if you want to order something, just make sure you let me know so that there's no surprises when I get the bill." Emily opened the door to her apartment, letting the younger girl and all her suitcases enter first. Since she couldn't carry all of them in one swipe, Emily followed with the biggest one, naturally. But that's what sisters were for.

Taylor's only plans for the night were to get herself something to eat, a nice shower, and then turn on a movie she could fall asleep to. Emily knew her too well when she hit on all of those things, which was her favorite thing about her sister. No matter what kind of trouble she found herself in, Emily always understood her. Or at least she thought she did, until she was halfway in the door and stopped in her tracks.

"Who's he?" Sitting on the floor in the living room in front of the television was a tall, lanky man who looked like the life of the party passed him by on purpose.

"Taylor, that's Spencer Reid. He works with me. He's staying with me until he can go back to his apartment. Reid, this is my sister Taylor." Taylor didn't move. She was under the understanding that the coming days would only consist of herself and her sister. She hadn't come here on vacation. She needed Emily right now.

"Hi, Taylor." His voice was backward, and most of his greeting came in the gesture of him waving his hand at her. Great, he was one of those types.

"What's up?" Taylor waved back, mimicking his gesture as if to make fun of him, and then dropped her bag just outside of the kitchen and moved into it, rolling her eyes.

"Not too much, actually. You know, it inherently amazes me that even though cable advertises having over one hundred channels, there's virtually nothing on. In fact, some of the channels are music channels, and since you're paying for television I don't think they would qualify, which means your cable provider is lying to you, Emily. You should probably call them tomorrow morning and get your money back for the months you've paid for what they've advertised, when that isn't at all what you're getting. You may have to argue with them, but legally they would have no case. They've essentially lied to you about what you would be getting versus what you're paying for. In fact, if you'd like to hand me your phone, I'll call now for you." Taylor turned around, covering her mouth before smacking her head repeatedly off of the fridge. She may as well just give herself a headache now, because if she spent five more minutes around him, she was going to have one.

Emily walked over to Taylor, gently placing her hands on her shoulders to get her to stop. "Taylor, knock it off. He's going to notice. I know he's a bit much, but you'll get used to him. He's a really nice guy." She whispered, not wanting Reid to notice, knowing her sister's tolerance for people like him was not her forte. She almost had her when they caught Reid's attention.

"Is she okay? You know, hitting your head once can cause serious damage, such as a concussion, which can lead to other things. Doing it repeatedly can cause..." Emily cut in, knowing he wasn't helping the situation.

"Reid...I've got this." Emily took one hand off of Taylor's shoulder and held it up to metaphorically keep Reid in the living room where he was. He started to get up anyway.

"With all due respect, Emily, I don't think you do. It's not normal for someone to purposely hit their head off of something. This kind of behavior is sometimes exhibited in people suffering from ADHD or certain forms of OCD, although rare, and can more often be a sign of a serious, underlying medical or mental disorder. I think it would be in everyone's best interest to have her evaluated, if you haven't already." Reid had made his way over to the edge of the kitchen counter, intent on self-evaluating Taylor with his naked eye, intuition and several degrees. He was a doctor with a degree in psychology, after all, and although that barely made him a professional, he knew enough about what he was doing to be of help.

Feeling Reid getting closer, she stopped hitting her head and turned around, looking at Emily. "He's the genius one, isn't he?" This may have sounded like a compliment, but it was not. Emily knew this.

"He is." Spencer, however, did not.

"What? You've told her about me? You talk about me to your sister?" He was excited about this, a little more than he should be. Emily was sweet and he knew she wouldn't say anything bad about him, so he was beside himself that she would talk about him at all.

"Don't flatter yourself. She doesn't have to say much about you for me to think you're nuts. There's a lot to hate about you, Doctor Reid." Emily had told her just the same several times, so she thought she'd mock her and put Reid in his place in one go. The last thing she needed was to make nice with a socially inept motormouth.

"Taylor!" Emily was taken aback. She knew her sister had been through a lot and had guards up all over the place. Because of this, she was often brash, and didn't hold back on saying whatever came to her mind first, no matter what the cost.

It was a shame, because somehow Emily was prolifically hoping that the reasons for Taylor's guard would be what would let her connect to Reid. Lord knows they both could use a little companionship. Maybe she was wrong and this wouldn't be a good thing, yet end up leaving Taylor to pull away from her to brood on her own, while Reid gained another emotional scar.

"What?" Taylor threw her hands up, unsure of what she said that was wrong. She called it how she saw it.

"You promised you'd be nice while you were staying with me." Poor Reid was left to stand where he was stopped verbally in his tracks, while the two pretended he was never in the room. He didn't know what else to do with himself.

"And I was. I didn't say I hated him. I just said I thought he was nuts after he said I needed evaluated for a mental disorder. Yell at him. I'm going to get a shower. Where should I put all my stuff?" Passing Emily, Taylor bent down to pick up her bags she had dropped. She'd carry what she could and get herself sorted out prior to her shower. She could use the alone time to wrap her mind around how she was going to stop her sharp shooting mouth from injuring the already fragile Reid that she had heard so much about. If there was one thing she hated, it was train wrecks, but mostly because she was one and could pity the fool.

"Okay, don't freak out but here's the thing; I actually don't have an extra bedroom for you to stay in. I was going to put you on the fold out couch and let you store your stuff in the closet by the door, but since Reid's here you're going to have to share the living room with him, and the closet with his stuff." Instead of hitting the roof, Taylor grabbed for her purse to look up a few things on her nifty, technically driven phone, and count the money in her wallet.

"You know what, I'm just going to go stay at a hotel. I saw one a few blocks down the street on our way here." Before Emily could rebuttal, she was already scrolling through the links for hotels in the area, trying to find the number so she could call and make reservations for herself. She had made her decision.

"Taylor, you will do no such thing. You came here to deal with some things, so you're going to stay here and do it where I can keep an eye on you, and you can have me to talk to whenever you feel the need to." Emily didn't want to give too much away about Taylor's personal state of mine, or her reason for being here with Reid in the room, but she knew she couldn't let her leave. If she were to be alone, it was possible the fears Emily had that caused her to bring here would play out.

"Which would be great if it was just you and me, but it's not. I'm not really in the mood to partake in sharing and caring with a psychoanalyzing genius with five million degrees, who thinks I need evaluated already, so I'll pass on your offer." She wouldn't have endured a monotonous flight had she thought she was going to have to share the house with someone other than her sister, far more a man. She'd rather be alone than around him.

"Taylor, don't do this. You're fine here. You're safe, and Reid is a good guy. He's not going to invade your privacy, and he'll leave us alone to talk if you need to talk. He'll give us space." Reid felt completely uncomfortable.

It wasn't he that asked Emily if he could stay at her house, but Emily who had offered upon finding out that he had nowhere to stay for the only week the whole team had off during the year. He was forewarned that her sister would be coming and was interested to meet another piece of the lovely Emily's family. Had he known his being there would have caused so many problems, he would have tried to wiggle his way into someone else's home, or scrape together every last dime that wasn't going to his mother's treatment to stay at a hotel.

"Space? I have to share a fold out couch and a closet with him! How is that giving me space? What am I going to have to share with him next, a toothbrush? Are you going to marry us off by the end of the week? Because if I remember correctly, it was you that told me I should never sleep in a bed with someone of the opposite sex unless we were in a serious, monogamous relationship. I'm pretty sure I'd rather skip that train altogether. No offense, Reid." Contrary to popular belief, Taylor was far from a bitch. Although she called it like she saw it, she didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings on purpose. Reid just happened to be in the path of an loaded gun under fire.

"Offense taken. That term is an oxymoron. You can't say something offensive and then add no offense, because that in itself indicates that you know you've already offended the person, but you want to excuse yourself from any blame. And I believe when your sister said that you weren't to sleep with someone you weren't in a relationship with, she meant engage in sexual intercourse, not to lie dormant next to someone." As with most things, Reid skipped over the social part of the conversation and focused merely on what he knew. Some habits couldn't be broken, or dogs taught new tricks.

"Reid..." Emily tried to warn him, knowing Taylor was at her breaking point and she was about to go off and erupt all over his tame, and well meaning demeanor.

"No shit, Sherlock. Thank you ever so much for that explanation. And while the peanut gallery is in session, let me just ask you a question. Is it possible that you currently have no place to live because you annoyed the hell out of your neighbors by constantly condescending them and belittling them with your ever superior genius, so they threatened that you either leave or they kick your scrawny ass into kingdom come? Because the way I understand it, you're not too agile on your feet, so I'm sure they could snap you like a twig and you'd have no defense." Taylor forced a smile and fluttered her eyes, sarcastically showing how polite and happy she could be. She had all she could take and didn't need her sister telling her to calm down one more time. She was perfectly calm, as calm as she can be while pissed off.

"Actually, I think most people in my building know I work for the FBI, and would be intelligent enough to not threaten me knowing I could arrest them for threatening a Federal Agent. Therefore, your hypothesis is, quite frankly, weak at best. I would also never consciously condescend or belittle anyone who did not talk down to me first, nor did I do it to you just now, since that's what you seemed to be implying. I was merely correcting your inability to recognize the fault of your own speech. And if you must know, I had a cooking incident in my apartment and am not allowed to move back in until the damage is repaired. Nearly everything I own perished, and parts of my place have to be gutted, so I apologize for needing somewhere to stay." Emily found herself a little surprised to see Reid defending himself against her sharp tongued sister. The only time she had seen him set off was when he was shooting up with Dilaudid, or under extreme emotional distress. He had been fine all day, so she knew that his persnickety attitude was purely against Taylor.

"Some genius you are. I'll call you when I get checked in." Without wanting to hear more from Reid and have more stress added to her life, Taylor decided she'd throw her bags out the door and make reservations from out in the hallway. Scratch that, she'd make them from the lobby of the apartment building, as far away from this circus as she could get.

"Now hold on. Taylor, you're not going anywhere. I'm going to have to put my foot down on this one and pull the big sister card." Emily reached out and took the phone and purse out of Taylor's hand while her defenses were down, as she tried to gather her other suitcases in one fell swoop. It was nearly impossible considering all the luggage she had.

"More like the mom card." Taylor's eyes narrowed, and then flinched between Emily and Reid. She felt like the world was against her, and she was shoveling through the same old bullshit.

"Hey, that's not fair. You know I'm not like her." Emily stayed calm, her voice strong but sweet. She knew you caught more flies with honey than vinegar. Taylor had been through a lot, and she saw no reason to exacerbate her stress by yelling at her.

"You're not like her? Emily, you want me to share a pull out couch with some...some...some...with him! If you like him enough to let him stay here, you share the couch with him! This is exactly what mom would do; put me second to someone she worked with! She did it all the time when we were kids!" It took years for Emily to get past the way her mother had treated her in order to "build character," as she would put it. Taylor was nearly ten years her junior, and was still struggling to find a balance between smooth, shiny armor, and armor with spikes.

"Reid, can you excuse us for a minute?" Seeing the personal direction this was going in, Emily decided to break away from Reid. Only now was she understanding just how uncomfortable it was to be under his microscope like Taylor had been earlier.

Emily led Taylor back toward the door, and then to the left into the bathroom, where she closed the door. What she failed to realize, having never been the party to an argument in her apartment of which she lived alone, was that the walls were thin and Reid would still be able to hear every part of their conversation.

"Taylor, you know I'm not mom and I'm not trying to be like her. I'm just helping a friend. I know you were hoping for some us time, and we're still going to have that. I know sharing a pull out couch with someone you don't know is uncomfortable, but Reid's not a normal guy. He doesn't have the sexual urges that other guys do. He looks at you and sees his co-worker's sister, not a sex object. If anything, he's more uncomfortable with this than you are, and I bet you anything he'll sleep on the floor without you having to ask him to." Emily got her point across, but then realized just how miserable that was to say. There was nothing natural about it. It was one thing to talk about the sexual urges of an unsub, but a total other when it came to a co-worker. "Wow, this is an uncomfortable conversation that I never thought I'd have to have about Reid, and especially not with my sister."

Not paying much attention, Taylor moved her hand across the bathroom sink of which she had been leaning, picking up shaving cream and handing it to Emily. "Is there something else you'd like to share with me? Or should I say, is there something else you'd like to let me know I'll be sharing?"

"Not really." Taylor had all she could take, and she was a smart girl. There was no need for Emily to tell her what she already knew, what with her hating being condescended so much.

"So you weren't planning on telling me that since my living quarters for the next week is going to be on the lower floor, I'm also going to have to share a bathroom with Reid?" The thought grossed her out. She didn't care how clean cut Reid looked in his geeky sweater vest and ugly tie. He was still a boy and had no bathroom manners. Hell, he couldn't even make a meal without almost burning down his apartment. What one had to do with the other, she didn't know and she didn't care

"I was hoping we could skip that part. If it really makes you uncomfortable, you can share my bathroom." It would be seemingly more of an inconvenience for Taylor to have to lug her essentials, such as clothing to change into after her showers, up and down the stairs, but if it's what she wanted to do in order to avoid sharing a bathroom, it's what she would be allowed to do.

"Can I share your bed, too?" Sarcasm twisted its way back into the conversation, because she already knew the answer she was going to get. If it would have been an option, it would have been offered up already.

"It's a full bed. We wouldn't both fit." Emily never saw a point in buying a bed made for two when it was always just her. It just made her feel more lonely.

"Then can I pay for a hotel room for Reid?" She knew the answer to this as well, but she had to try. It seemed logical.

"Taylor, drop it. Reid is staying here and so are you. I'm positive neither of you will die from the experience. In fact, it could be good for the both of you. Now let's get out of the bathroom before we make Reid feel like we're conspiring against him. He's a sensitive guy, you know." Emily opened the door, ushering Taylor out. Taylor was reluctant, but had come to the conclusion that she was stuck where she was. It didn't mean she had to be happy about it.

"You have a seriously skewed view of the meaning of the words good and sensitive." Defeated and out of the bathroom, Taylor decided to shuffle through her stuff to find a change of clothes so she could get a shower. She'd forego dinner for now, especially around the accidental arsonist, and settle for a pizza with the money she wouldn't be using for a hotel room, much to her dismay.

"Actually, the word good is defined as being satisfactory in quality. Seeing as it's unlikely the situation will be either better or worse in quality due to human nature and the factor that we both have a close relationship with your sister, therefore not wanting to cause any kind of permanent rift, forcing us to try to bring out a civil personality, the situation would, by definition, be good for us. A lot of people confuse the word good to mean something exemplary. It's a common mistake. As for the word sensitive, it's defined as having perception through senses, so technically every human being is sensitive in one way or another, so your sister was right." Reid paused for a moment, unsure of why both were staring at him wide eyed. He had to admit, he was slightly intimidated. The look on their faces was not comforting. "What? I could hear you through the wall. If you want to talk privately you may want to leave the apartment next time, or even go upstairs."

"You're obnoxious. Do you know that?" It's not that Taylor didn't want to like Reid, she just wanted him to be human. Her faith in humanity was failing slowly, and she couldn't take someone who thought he was superior. She doubt he tried to play God, but with a mind like his it obviously came natural.

"No, although people have often described me as being a lot to handle. Mostly that was just my dad, but it's been said occasionally since he left." Emily hadn't told Taylor anything too personal about Reid, but Taylor suddenly found herself feeling a pang of sadness for him. No matter how obnoxious he was, it hardly seemed fair that his father left. Although she didn't know the circumstances, there was never an excuse for a father to walk out on his child, no matter what their age.

"You know, on second thought, forget the shower. I'm going to go get something to eat. I think I saw some restaurants on my way in." Taylor didn't want to feel anything for anyone right now, except sorry for herself, and mostly only because that's all she knew how to feel.

She had gone numb and shut down. Sticking around here was sure to be an emotional whirlwind, even if she were alone in the shower. Even then, she doubted she'd get the peace she was looking for. The only way to keep her mind from going comatose was to continue to change it, and go somewhere that she could be alone with just herself and time to think. She may as well kill two birds with one stone.

"Ooh, can I come with you? I'm starving, and one of my favorite restaurants is just around the corner from here. I always feel awkward sitting by myself at a place that only has tables for four or more. I was going to order in from there, but since you're going out to eat it makes sense that we would go together. It also gives me a chance to introduce you to true Italian cuisine. A lot of the pastas used in their dishes are actually shipped over from Italy." Without waiting for an answer to a question that was rhetorical only to him, Reid started over to the coat closet to reach for his jacket, since fall brought a chill to the air. He was quickly shot down.

"No. See you later." Without grabbing any extra clothing, or caring enough for herself to do so, she walked out the door with only her purse in hand, and into the hallway where she could think.

Reid hadn't had time to react. He was still in the process of putting on his jacket, his brian not catching up that he couldn't follow her anyway. This is where Emily came in. "Reid, let her go."

"Was it something I said?" Genuinely clueless Reid stood. But honestly in disbelief was Emily.

"I think it was everything you said. Why are you being so competitive with her?" She hadn't expected this out of Reid. The comment about the lack of integrity of cable providers was everything she expected, but his constant knee-jerk reaction to bring forth his knowledge before his personality left something to be desired.

"I didn't realize I was. I was just being myself." He could lie to himself so easily when there was no one else there to call his bluff. The problem was, Emily wasn't afraid to do so, just gently.

"No, you were being the person you are when you're working with an opposing law enforcement agency and have something to prove. You have nothing to prove to her, and to her you were being competitive. You don't always have to be right, you know?" All Reid had was knowing more than others, considering he wasn't particular confident in himself. It was something that had shown since the day Emily had known him, but got worse once Gideon left and let him down.

"I know. I think she hates me." Reid started to show some real, raw emotion. He didn't want to be hated. In fact, he wished everyone would like him, and didn't realize that facts weren't going to do that for him.

"She doesn't hate you, but she's been through a lot and she didn't expect to come here and have to share her space and time with you. You had that working against you from the get-go, and then you went at her with your intellectual guard up. It didn't help the situation. She's just really uncomfortable in her own skin right now, and the situation isn't helping." Emily made sure to specify that she was also finding discomfort in her own skin so that Reid could hash out the information inside of his own head and know that they were more alike than he could see on the surface.

She wanted him to be comfortable with her and drop his guard just enough to start to let her in, forcing Taylor to drop hers, too. She had asked Reid to stay with her for a reason, seeing an opportunity for the pair to have someone to emotionally understand them in a way that, unfortunately, she couldn't understand either of them. If they would stop being guarded and stubborn, they'd realize what she could already see before physically putting two and two together.

"I'm not exactly comfortable with this either. The last time I shared a bed with a girl was the sixth of never. I know it's platonic, but I'm with Taylor. Sharing a bed often represents a more physical aspect in a relationship, especially with society the way it is today, and although we would know we were only in the same bed for sleeping purposes, there's nothing about it that would feel kosher." Emily was resorting to the fact that there was more to Reid than his intellectual persona showed, and maybe she had misjudged him. It was possible he was the first person to slide under her finely tuned radar for profiling, because being a profiler himself, he knew how to fake things just right.

"I told you she was coming, though, when I invited you to stay here. You knew you were going to have to share the pull out couch with her, and you said that you were okay with that." Emily nonchalantly got a bottle of water out of her refrigerator, her throat dry from all the talking in circles she felt that she was doing. In her mind, this idea had been great and met with low resistance. Reality rarely met expectations.

"I thought I was, but it turns out I'm not just some genius co-worker that only thinks about cases, work and the errors in science fictions movies. I have feelings, too. I'm a man, too." Choking on her water, Emily set it down on the counter. It's not that she didn't think of Reid as a man, a kid maybe at times, but she didn't realize he thought of himself past the sexual capacity of a twelve year old. He just never seemed to hold much interest in anything past sending a look or two a pretty girl's way.

"Doctor Reid, what are you saying here? Should I be concerned for my sister?" She doubted she should be, but she also thought she knew him better. Was he looking at her sister as sex object? Was he capable of that

"Not at all. I'm simply saying that as a man it's unfair to expect me to be treated like a prepubescent boy. I know I'm a behind socially and romantically, but that doesn't mean I don't have urges and feelings, too. I know what I'm attracted to and who turns me on. Chemistry is a science that doesn't necessarily require a long term relationship, or extensive knowledge of the person before it's created. I would never act upon those urges. I have more control over myself than that, and quite honestly, I wouldn't even know what to do, but you can't expect me to not notice what I'm drawn to, and not feel uncomfortable being at that close of a proximity to it. It would be unfair." Emily was torn. On one hand her work grown friendship and admiration for the good Doctor only allowed her to see him as a colleague and a naive boy, which was a discredit to who he really was. On the other, she couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth. Had he just said, without really saying, that he was sexually attracted to her sister?

"I'm sorry, Reid. I didn't meant to offend you, but I also don't know if I'm the right person to talk to about this. Maybe Taylor's right and I should send you to a hotel, or we could call Morgan and see if you could stay with him. He would be a good person to talk to about this sort of thing." When in doubt, send him to someone who could understand. Morgan was a bit of a mentor to Reid, and he should be the first person he talked to. It couldn't hurt to get a man's point of view on this.

"That won't work. He went to the Caribbean for the week. Something about wanting to avoid the chilly weather and meet some hot, hot honeys." Just when Emily thought it was safe to get something to drink again, he went and said that.

"Oh...promise me you'll never, ever say that again." She was seeing a completely different side of him that she didn't anticipate when inviting him to stay with her. Maybe she should have expected that, but she hadn't.

"Promise." Realizing his error and how bad it sounded when a little sexually inexperienced white boy repeated the words of a smooth colored one, he made a promise he could keep.

"Now, what am I going to do with you for the week? More importantly, what am I going to do about you and Taylor?" Reid shrugged.

"Nothing. You had an original plan and I think it would be best to stick with it. If Taylor is as uncomfortable with sharing the couch with me as you say, I'll sleep in the chair or on the floor. If she's not, I'll keep on my side of the bed and she'll surely stay on hers. I don't see a problem with this." Reid finally took a seat on one of Emily's bar stools, relaxing his stance for the first time since Taylor had walked through the door. This let Emily know that he was unconsciously comfortable with the idea, and had absolutely no intentions of deviating off of any innocent ideas he had prior to meeting her.

"You are a strange, little man, because I see at least a dozen problems with this." She never thought Ried would be the one person who she'd feel wonky about allowing her sister around, but it was turning out that way. His absence in noticing this was uncanny.

"Because you're looking at this from society's angle. If you drop that and think of this in terms of the people who are involved, you'll revert back to your initial feeling about the situation." Emily nodded and then sighed. When he put it that way, he was correct.

"Yes, but I made that decision prior to knowing you found my sister hot." She and her sister looked very similar, and Reid had never shown any interest in her. Of course, her sister was more his age and had youth on her side. Not to mention no two people looked exactly alike, and it could be the smallest thing that triggered someone's interest.

"I didn't say that I found her hot. I simply said that I was sexually attracted to her. If you don't trust me, I'll go and find somewhere else to stay. I mean, I don't know where. Everyone else is either away for their vacation or wouldn't have room for me in their homes, and I don't have money for a hotel, but it's okay. I'll figure it out." Reid wasn't trying to play hardball. This, again, was his brutal honesty for the situation shining through.

"No, Reid, you're right. Although it creeps me out that you are attracted to my sister, I do trust you. I know that you wouldn't look at her objectively, far more put a move on her. You can stay and we'll work with the mantra that it will all work out in the end." She did trust Reid, and she knew that the last thing her sister wanted was to be touched by some stranger she barely knew. She didn't even want to try to bond with him in any way, shape, or form. The person who was going to have the worst end of the stick would most likely be him and his sexual attraction. She felt badly for him, but at least she knew nothing would happen.

"I never really got that saying, mostly because it's untrue more often than not. People inherently want to think that things work out in the end, but often find that they're convincing themselves that it worked out by pointing out a small event filled with joy that came out of it, but usually they're just lying to themselves. The overall situation, however, did not work out as the person had wanted or anticipated." If he kept this up, Taylor wasn't going to be the only one running out of the house just to get away from him. Heck, Emily may be encouraging, and then joining Taylor in that hotel room.

"Okay, if you're going to stay here, you really need to knock that off. Come on, I know you're hungry. What do you say you and I head to your favorite restaurant and get something to eat?" It was the least she could do after the she created a situation that was far more awkward than anticipated, not to mention emotionally difficult on Reid, what with finding out someone he's sexually attracted to wants nothing but to be far away from him.

"No offense, Emily, but I'm not really in the mood to go anymore. Thanks anyway. I think I'm just going to get a shower before your sister gets back, and then I'll figure out what I want to eat. Maybe I'll even order take out from the restaurant I like , like I was originally planning." And just like that Reid went from zero to insulting again.

Emily tried to shake it off, thinking it was suspicious for Reid to take a second shower that day, and surely hoping it wasn't being done just because of the way his sexual parts felt for her sister. She knew most likely it was, but he didn't realize it. He just knew he wanted a shower, but not the reason behind it. If he came out wearing some kind of cologne, she was pulling the plug on the whole thing, including looking at Reid like a normal, non animal like kid ever again.