He timidly enters the restaurant and looks around to find me seated in one of the booths in the back. He takes a seat across from me with awkward, feigned diffidence.

"Thank you for coming," I tell him as his lost brown orbs finally find their way to me.

"What is this about?" He is trying to act non-chalant but is failing at it miserably. He spills the glass of water that the waitress brings him so she has to give him another. He takes a drink and nearly spits out the water when I finally respond.

"I know you are fucking my husband, Reid." I decide that it´s best not to mince matters any further. "I know that he´s going to leave me for you."

When Reid finally manages to gather his composure, his answer is hardly worthy of the high level of intelligence attributed to him by my husband. "How do you know about Aaron and me?" He stops for a moment before continuing. "We took precautions to make sure nobody knew."

I sigh. Trust the boy wonder to want to know every single detail related to my discovery of my husband´s affair. "Does it matter?" I finally respond. I personally do not see how rehashing this will help the present situation.

A part of me had been hoping against hope that he would refuse adamantly he had ever been involved with Aaron, that he would never think of touching a married man. In an act of pure revenge, I even considered for a brief moment in time to call Reid´s mother at the facility where she is staying in Las Vegas to let her know exactly what her son is doing in his free time. I even considered calling Chief Strauss to tell her about the torrid affair her two employees are engaged in which goes against every policy the FBI has. However, catching the bad guys is who these two men are. They might have taken my life away, but I´ll be damned if I stoop to their life and do the same to them.

Reid narrows his eyes, obviously now on guard. "You believe I´ll stay away from Aaron if you asked me to?"

I lean forward, edge slowly closer to Reid. "If Aaron believes he would be happier with you, I have no intention of standing in the way of his happiness. After all, I love him."

Reid is suddenly caught off-guard for the second time during our brief conversation. "If you aren´t here to tell me to stay away from Aaron, then why did you call me?"

"I´m interested in your happiness."

"Aaron is what makes me happy," Reid returns promptly. He tries to sound sure of himself but fails miserably. His words sound like a prayer made at church by an non-believer.

"And when he speaks to you, his words never sound hollow, like he doesn´t mean them? When he looks at you, does he really see you? You never feel as if something is missing?"

"No, I don´t." I can tell Reid is lying. "He tells me he loves me all the time. That he thinks I´m..."

"...beautiful?" I finish for him.

"How did you know that?"

"Aaron used to say that to me, too," I tell him with a sarcastic laugh. "Most men don´t exactly have the originality to change their speech patterns. He calls you honey too, doesn´t he?"

All Reid can do is nod in confirmation. He then quickly rises from the booth and is walking away when my words stop him.

"Leave now, and you will never know the truth."

"The truth about what?" Reid turns to face me, anger written all over his face. I can tell he doesn´t want to be here as much as I don´t want to be the messenger that kills his happiness.

"About Aaron."

Reid hesitates for a moment before sitting down again. A waitress approaches us but I wave her away.

For some time, the silence reigns between us.