A/N: It's been a ridiculous amount of time since I've written anything, and I've never written for Luke and Reid before, so I can only hope that they are in character. Also, I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes, as I don't have a beta.

Who's Luke?

Reid sat at his desk, paperwork and files strewn in front of him. Wearily, he picked up the one closest to him, and glanced inside it. This patient, Mrs Widdicer, had several brain tumours that needed to be removed. Reid had the surgery scheduled for the following week, and he took a moment to review the procedure in his mind. As usual, he knew it perfectly, inside out. He should do; all he ever did now was work. Putting the file aside, Reid glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall: eight in the evening. His shift had ended three hours ago. And yet he didn't want to go home.

Home meant an empty flat, a sandwich for one, maybe a baseball game on the television, and then bed alone. And tonight of all nights, Reid didn't think he could deal with that. Maybe he could stay at the hospital tonight… he tried not to make a habit of it, but every now and then, Reid just didn't go home. Before his musings were allowed to reach a conclusion, however, there was a loud knock on his office door.

"Come in." Reid called, not bothering to keep the utter lack of interest he felt out of his voice. There was a slight pause, and then the door slowly opened, revealing the determined expression of Dr Emily Giddings. She was a member of the neurosurgery team that Reid worked with. Although he was grudgingly civil to all of his team, Emily was the only one he genuinely liked. She was nowhere near as intelligent or accomplished as him, of course, but she could still match him in verbal sparring matches. And for that, Reid respected her. Combined with her ability to stand up to him, and her long blonde hair, she often reminded him of… Reid stopped himself short, before he dredged up memories that were too painful to go back to.

Ham, cheese, beef, lettuce, tomatoes, mayonnaise, mustard and ketchup were all layered up expertly on a single piece of bread. Reid's brow was furrowed in concentration as he painstakingly laid the second slice of bread on top of his creation. Grinning in satisfaction, he picked up his plate and made his way over to the sofa. Sitting down, he was just about to take a huge bite when the doorbell rung.

"Somebody had better be dying!" Reid yelled as he placed his plate down on the coffee table, and made his way over to the door. He opened it, sarcastic comment already on his lips, before he saw who was standing there; Luke Snyder. Reid smiled, and pulled Luke towards him, hugging him closely. Luke sighed, and buried his face into Reid'shoulder for a moment before pushing him away.

"We need to talk, Reid." Luke said, as he took a step backwards. Reid frowned at him, and tilted his head the way he always did when he was confused – which wasn't very often.

"About what, Luke?" he asked, suddenly not wanting to hear the answer. That didn't stop Luke from answering, though.

"Us."

"Go on, then. Talk." Reid said, his voice flat. It wasn't like he hadn't been expecting this; after all, Luke and Noah were supposed to be together. What he hadn't been expecting was how much it would hurt. Knowing that his heart was about to be broken, he looked Luke straight in the eye.

"Me and Noah are back together. I love him, I have done for years, and I can't just leave him now. I'm sorry, Reid" Reid felt his heart shatter with every word that Luke spoke, but he wouldn't give up. Not just yet.

"What about us, Luke? You said you had feelings for me… what about that?"

"That doesn't matter anymore. I love Noah. Not you." Reid blinked once, and then smiled slightly.

"Then we have nothing else to say to one another, Mr Snyder. Goodbye." He opened the door, and ushered Luke out, fighting to hold back tears.

He didn't notice the hurt that flashed in Luke's eyes as he left. Maybe if he had, he might have pulled Luke back inside the flat and told him just how much the blonde brat meant to him. How he didn't think he could live without his smile, or his witty replies to Reid's sarcasm. He might even have told Luke the secret that he had been keeping tightly held to his chest; that he loved him. But he didn't notice, so Reid just let him leave. He watched until he could no longer see Luke's back disappearing down the hall, and then Reid shut the door in a haze of shock and slumped back down onto the sofa.

His sandwich lay forgotten.

"Reid?" Emily asked, smiling as she closed the door behind herself.

"Yes, Dr Giddings?" Reid replied, deliberately keeping his tone of voice formal in the hope that she would leave him to mope in peace. Unfortunately, he had no such luck.

"Reid, isn't it your birthday today?"

"Yes. So?" Reid replied, inwardly cursing himself for telling her the date several months ago.

"So… what are you doing?"

"Reviewing my patient's details and filing. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot to do. So if you could just leave me to it…" he hinted heavily, hoping she would go away. She didn't.

"You can't do that! Come on, we can go out to a bar, have a few drinks. Who knows, you might even have fun!"

"Why would I want to do that?" Reid asked, rolling his eyes as he turned them back to a different file. He heard Emily move, but he just assumed that she was leaving the room, until she snatched the file out of his hands.

"Emily!" he complained, exasperated.

"But you have to go out! It's your birthday. I haven't seen you have a good time since you came home from Illinois." Reid flinched at the reference, and slowly raised his eyes.

"You need to drop this." he said. Her gaze didn't falter for one second.

"Tell you what. You come out with me tonight, and I'll stop badgering you for good. You can spend the rest of the year sitting in your office and being miserable all you want. Deal?" she asked, sticking out her hand. Reid rolled his eyes again, but took it anyway.

"Deal."

That's how Katie found him, several hours later. And a few hours after that, his bags were packed and he was on his way back to Dallas for good.

Music pulsed loudly in the bar that Emily pulled him into. Reid sighed, and looked stoically at the ceiling. Emily grinned at him nevertheless and, grabbing his arm, pulled his deeper into the thronging mass of bodies pressed together.

"Emily, why did you bring us to a gay bar?" Reid shouted above the music, eyes roaming over the sea of men dancing in time to music.

"I told you to have some fun, Reid!" she yelled back, grin back in place and even wider than before.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Oh, loosen up Dr Oliver!" Emily said, eyeing up some men in a very unsubtle way. And before Reid could stop her, she was pushing him onto the dance floor.

It had been a long time since Reid had been in a bar. The last time had been in Dallas just before his hearing, when he was with… and it had been even longer since he had danced. But Reid's body soon slotted back into the familiar rhythm it knew so well. Before he had gone to Oakdale, he had gone out dancing quite a bit. Not for the social side, of course, but to pick up other men. Reid realised with a jolt that he hadn't slept with anyone since the day of Noah's surgery… since the day that he and Luke… he broke off his train of thought suddenly. He didn't want to think of that night ever again. He didn't want to think of the way that it had felt to hold Luke, even if he had known that it could never last.

Wincing at the painful emotions that the memory dredged up, Reid wrenched his attention back to the present day, and the man that had come up behind him.

They stumbled through the door of Reid's flat, and Reid felt himself being pushed up against the wall by the young man… Reid thought he has said his name was Archie, but he wasn't sure. Lips descended roughly on his, and Reid pulled the young man closer to him, moaning as they rutted against each other through their jeans.

"I've waited so damn long for this, Luke…"

"Reid…what if Katie comes…"

"I don't care…"

Grabbing to young man's hand, Reid pulled him into his bedroom, slammed the door shut and practically threw Archie onto the bed. He lay there panting, looking up at Reid with his huge, puppy dog brown eyes. His golden blonde hair flopped slightly into his eyes when he moved, and suddenly Reid couldn't stand it anymore.

"You look so hot, Luke…"

He moved onto the bed, and began to roughly undress the other man. Archie seemed more than happy to comply, and soon both men were naked and kissing fervently. Reid prepared the younger man quickly, and pushed into him in one swift movement.

"Say my name, Luke…"

"Please…"

"Say it…"

"Reid… Reid… Reid!"

He began to move, fast without any build up.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine… don't stop…"

Reid threw his head back as the pleasure began to build in the pit of his stomach. He could feel every muscle in his body clench as he tipped over the edge.

"Luke…" he whispered brokenly as he emptied himself inside of another man.