Spencer Reid and Elle Greenaway

Hands

This is still just cute fluff but bigger things are coming!
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The next few weeks were tiring. The cases got so intense, I didn't have time to think about my feelings for Reid (or his feelings for me). Every now and then I would smile and him when we touched or ask him questions so he could dump all of his knowledge out to me. Often he would recognize it was more for him than it was for me. He would smile. One night, JJ was in her office and Reid and I were in the bullpen finishing a report. We had split the case files. He looked up at with a furrowed brow, inhaled, but then returned to his work. He did this a number of times until I addressed him.

"What, Reid?"

"Nothing," he looked down. "Well, actually..." he tentatively stood up and speed walked over to my desk. He always walks with a purpose. "What's going on? Why are you acting this way?" He asked, not meeting my eyes all the way.

"Use your words, Reid." I said. Sometimes I wished he had a little more confidence. He straightened his back at the remark and met my eyeline.

"You're flirting with me." His eyes widened, awaiting my response.

"I know, genius." I whispered, smiling at him.

"Oh, OK." Turning sharply, he started to head back to his desk. Halfway there, he turned again and asked, "You know I am reciprocating those emotions, right? That's what this was." He gestured between us with his index fingers.

"I profile behavior for a living, too you know." I gave him a big smile to make him feel more comfortable and winked before returning to my work.

JJ came down from her office. "Well, I'm gonna head home. Do you two need anything?" We shook our heads. "Elle, do you want me to wait for you?"

"Thank you, JJ, but I'm fine. Really. I carry a gun."

She chuckled and waved as she stepped out the door, leaving me and Reid alone. He looked at me with a perplexed face. "Why did she say that?"

"Oh, I don't have a car here so I take a cab to and from work for now. She's just worried for me, but I'm fine." I gave a reassuring nod and returned to the file.

"What? No, it's not fine. Do you know the likelihood of being murdered or kidnapped between the hours of 7:00pm and 1:00am and being a woman between the ages of 25 and 30 in DC?!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"Again, I carry a gun."

"Let me go with you from now on, please." His eyes softened to a more serious but caring expression. As if I would say no.

"Sure, Reid. But don't you take the train? A little hypocritical of you."

"Statistically I'm more likely to do the murdering than be murdered," he remarked while reading the last few lines of his work. He grabbed his coat and bag. "Ready to go?"

I sat in awe, gathering my things and shaking my head. "Did you just make a joke?"

"I guess I did. Garcia always tells me to quit while I'm ahead, so yes. I did." He gave a pleased smile, like a child would. I walked over to him and rustled his hair. He didn't push my hand away this time. He laid his on top of mine, bringing it down from his head to hold it. His hands were big and mine felt safe in his.

"You know, if Garcia sees the security footage you could be in trouble, Reid." I laughed, but he tugged my hand so I could be closer to him. He leaned forward and whispered into my ear.

"That's okay." He pulled away, flashed his little grin and lead me out the glass doors still holding my hand. I couldn't believe it. Reid had game.