reid was only meant to look after you — to protect you — especially while there’s an unsub going around killing off your loved ones, which now means that they’d come after you soon too.

but, there’s just two problems.

for one, you can be pretty impulsive when you’re under stress, like right now.

so, yeah, did you drag reid into the pool with you, both of you still very much in your clothes too, with you acting very bold and impulsive, in a very unlike-you way?

yeah, you could say that.

the other problem, though? is that you’ve met reid before, before all of this happened — before you found out that he works for the fbi.

and you happen to like him.

despite the fact that he’s a little awkward and shy at times, and so smart that others would describe him as a nerd, you happen to like that about him.

but, reid knows that he really shouldn’t be crossing any lines with a victim that he’s supposed to protect, no matter how much he may like you.

the problem is that you’re just getting more and more out of control with the boldness and flirting, which has become much more intense with the small amount of drinks you’ve had — you’re a lightweight, so shocker there.

it just so happens that while you’re in the pool, it transpires to you immediately making it out with him — if you were sober, you would’ve never been able to make the first move.

“this is completely inappropriate.” he says as he pulls back from you and opens his eyes, panting from how breathless he is from that kiss.

you only raise your eyebrows at him. “why’s that?”

then, you pull him back in again, kissing him and shutting him up.

until he pulls back again. “there’s this thing called transference—“

you take this wrong way, asking if he doesn’t like you, which he takes offense to.

“what?”

you repeat yourself, waiting for his answer.

“no, i do,” he says, nearly stuttering from the effect you have on him, and the way you’re grabbing onto his tie. “it’s just… i’m a federal agent. i’m supposed to protect you. not this…”