Title: Tell Me I'm Pretty
By: psychokid
Pairing: Prentiss/Reid
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds
A/N: Just a little something that popped into my head. That's right, another drunk!Reid story…just couldn't help myself. Mild Prentiss/Reid. I might continue this, might not, not really sure.
Summary: Reid creates tension between him and Emily after getting drunk, but before he can straighten things out, a new case comes up, and Prentiss is kidnapped.

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Emily Prentiss was not easily flattered, especially not by drunks. Having moved around a lot as a kid, always the 'new kid' she had been the object of attention for many young men looking for an easy night with someone they wouldn't have to commit to, and she had been very good at ignoring them. She had heard all the sloppy, slurred, pick-up lines, the generic compliments on beauty. There really wasn't anything a drunk guy could do to get her attention.

This, however was a little different.

First of all, he wasn't just some drunk guy. He was Doctor Spencer Reid. The team had managed to convince him to go to a bar with them, and then had gotten him to drink, a rarity. However, they hadn't just gotten him to drink, they had gotten him drunk, and they now faced the consequences…

"She is! She'sssoooo pretty…Emily…yersooo pretty…di'ya know'at?" Reid slurred, gesticulating wildly, looking in Prentiss' general direction. Prentiss felt her cheeks heat up, full well knowing that everyone was now watching her and Reid.

"Reid…please shut up…" she groaned, pushing his face away when he leaned in to hear her better. He mumbled incoherently against her palm, before giggling idiotically. Hotch was watching, with a look akin to shock on his face. He could handle his agents acting a little off at times…but this was almost too strange for him. Just then, Prentiss shrieked, pulling her hand away from Reid's face. Hotch shook his head, standing up as Prentiss wiped her hand on Reid's shirt sleeve.

"Dave…let's get a cab…I don't want to be around when he does something I can fire him for," said Hotch, grabbing his coat. Rossi nodded empathetically, standing also, but as he turned to Reid and Emily, he was grinning.

"Have fun kids." With that, Rossi and Hotch left, Rossi laughing hysterically, and Hotch merely shaking his head as they walked away. Reid watched them blankly, before giggling again. Prentiss frowned, and turned to him, trying not to glare.

"What are you laughing at? You just scared Hotch and Rossi away!" He only giggled harder, nearly falling off of his barstool. Prentiss could hear Morgan and Garcia desperately trying to hide their own laughter, and failing miserably at the task.

"Di' you see Hotch's face?" Reid laughed, falling forward, his head hitting the table with a loud thwump. He buried his face in his arms, laughing so hard Prentiss was afraid he was going to pass out. She shook him, none too gently, to get his attention.

"Reid? No…over here…there you go. You need to-" before she could finish, and drunk, sly grin crawled its way onto Reid's face, and she stopped abruptly, a little taken aback to see such a look on Reid's face. "What?" she asked slowly.

"Yuuuurrrrrrr pretty."

With that, Morgan and Garcia burst out in laughter, grabbing one another to keep from falling to the ground. Prentiss could only sit and fume, sure that if she tried to talk, she'd end up screaming at them. After a few moments, they finally ended their fit of hyperventilation, standing up straight.

"Okay, okay….Alright, Mama, I'm going to take you home to your man, so Prentiss can work things out with Reid," Morgan said. Garcia nodded, still letting out little hic-ups of laughter. Prentiss' eyes widened, and she stared at the two, feeling betrayed.

"You guys can't leave me here with him!" But-it was too late. Morgan and Garcia were already headed out the bar. Prentiss grit her teeth before turning to Reid, grabbing his roughly by the shoulder.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Reid's head tilted to the side cutely, still grinning. "Dunno what'yer talkin' 'bout," he slurred. Emily rolled her eyes, rubbing her hand over the side of her face. It was strange what a couple of beers and some wine could do to a person's intelligence.

"You were flirting with me…In front of the entire team," she bit out, trying to hold her anger in check. Yelling obviously had no effect on Reid while he was drunk, and she didn't want to draw any more attention to them. Reid frowned, seeming to ponder what she said. Prentiss waited, hoping that she had gotten through to him.

"Nuh uh."

Prentiss forced herself not to scream in frustration. As it was, her grip on Reid's shoulder tightened, and he whimpered, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. She leaned close to him, giving him a glare that made it's way past Reid's drunken state enough to let him know that she was pissed.

"Jus' said you look pretty," Reid muttered, looking away dejectedly. Prentiss let out a sigh, letting go of Reid's shoulder, feeling slightly guilty now that he looked like a kicked puppy. This was Reid. He didn't have a lot of experience, as far as she knew, with women, and had never really been able to act in accordance with what was considered 'normal.' Being drunk must have thrown what little social grace he had out the window, she surmised. He'd probably just said the first thing that had come to his overstuffed brain. She had, after all, dressed up, choosing a black, short-sleeved, V-neck dress over her usual attire.

She must have been quiet too long, and looked too miserable, because Reid looked up, his eyes wide with uncertainty. "Em'ly…r'you mad because I think yur pretty?" Reid whispered. Prentiss sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Why did he have to go and sound so miserable? Standing slowly, Prentiss grabbed his shoulders, gently helping him get to his feet.

"Come on, Reid, let's get you a cab," she said. Reid's eyes got impossibly wider, his jaw dropping.

"I'm soooo s'rry Em'ly! I di'n' mean it…wait…that makes it soun' worse…I did mean it….but I di'n' mean to make you mad…" Prentiss continued to lead Reid out of the bar as he continued to apologize, taking out her cell, and calling the cab. When they had made it to the side walk where the cab would pick them up, Reid was still babbling apologies. She carefully turned him so he was facing her, and then pushed his chin up with her hand so he was semi-focused on her face. She leaned forward, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before leaning back to stare at his shocked expression.

"Reid…calm down…I'm not mad. But…if any of the others ask, I am."