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Spencer Reid-Caught!

Imagine you and Reid are looking through files fora case and decide to have fun instead.

Warning: descriptive making out

-Charlee Morgan (for CharleeCongreve ) -

"You know for a genius, you sure are dumb," Charlee Morgan teased with a pure in her voice, her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. She may have been the adopted sister of Derek Morgan but her and him definitely did share traits.

"What do you mean," Spencer Reid's brown flicked up nervously to hers.

"You know Einstien said 'insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different results'. I guessed I had just hope you were slightly insane," the female genius sat on the table next to the boy wonder, pulling the file from his hand.

"Can you, um," Spencer cleared his throat uncomfortably, "could you, um, explain," he managed out. She sighed and leaned forward.

"I've been dropping bombshells about me wanting you to kiss me all day today," she sighed, flipping her brown bangs out of her face. "You know for someone who reads Sir Arthur Conan Doyle all the time you certainly don't observe," Charlee joked.

"Oh um," Spencer started pacing nervously around the room.

Charlee gasped slightly, "oh my god," she cried.

"What," Reid exclaimed.

"You've never had you first kiss have you," she asked gaping at him.

"Um, well there was this one time, when we were on this case. But I was protecting her and I fell in the pool and she was lonely-"

"Ah, ah, ah. Tsk tsk doctor, mixing business with pleasure, and you of all people," she kept teasing him, turning circles around him, drawing her fingernails across his back.

"But, business with pleasure, isn't that what you're suggesting," Reid's eyes follow her as she came to rest of the round table, Charlee had a sly smirk on her face.

"Oh no, I just want pleasure," she teased incessantly. Spencer saw the similarities of how Morgan picked up women to how Charlee was speaking to him right now. She knew he wanted to give in and she wasn't wrong. Spencer didn't know if he should make the first move, but as he looked at her, her head tipping side to side with the playful smirk still on her lips Spencer took the swan dive and attached his lips to hers. She was taken aback, Spencer had shifted the dominance to him as he pinned her to the table. Their lips moved in sync, his tongue drew across her bottom lip, with a questioning lick. Charlee granted Spencer's tongue access immediately, they battled for dominance, hers winning in the short-lived battle. Spencer held onto Charlee's waist with a firm grip. They were both so caught up in the moment that they didn't even hear the door open to reveal Charlee's brother.

"Well, well, well, what have we hear," Derek announced his presence with his usual playful tone. The geniuses pulled apart as if a shock coursed through the both of them.

"Penelope, lookie here, maybe that's why they wanted to look over the case files," Derek smirked, pulling Garcia in on the teasing.

"Oh la la guys, but really on the round table," she sighed her face scrunching up.

"Oh no, no we didn't, um, we didn't," Reid sputtered, becoming less and less articulate. Derek and Garcia laughed at the tomato red faces of the two caught love birds.

"Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia, you better not tell the rest of the team or I swear to god," Charlee threatened. Penelope ran away, giggling like a school girl, as for Derek he stayed behind a little longer.

"Guys, just a warning, use a condom and don't let Hotch catch you," he smirked, but then turned serious as her turned to Spencer, "you hurt her the next murder that we investigate will be yours," Derek's older brother instincts kicked in. Charlee opened her mouth to make a smart-ass comment, but then stopped as Derek glared at her. "Anyway, have fun guys," he smiled, "but not too much fun," Derek winked walking out the door.

"Well," Charlee smirked at the boy wonder, "where were we," she she asked with a rasp in her voice.

"I think, somewhere about here," Spencer trailed off as they began to make-out again.