Rural Northeastern Ohio:
Looking through the windshield of an older model pickup truck as the wipers slap away the increasingly heavy rain; ahead, in the darkness, the headlights illuminate a young man huddling under a tree in a vain attempt to stay dry. The truck slows and stops next to the shivering and by now soaked man. The young man looks a little uncertain but approaches the truck anyway. He opens the door and peers in at the driver.
Driver: What're you doing out here in the rain?
Young man: Well, it wasn't raining when I started out.
Driver: Well, hop in before you catch your death…where are you heading?
Young man: Just another quarter mile or so up the road. Thanks, man.
The young man shuts the door after climbing into the cab of the truck.
Driver: You know you shouldn't be out walking alone at night. You never know who you'll run into.
Young man: Around here? Nobody at all…it's right up here on the right. Wait, you missed it.
Driver: Relax, Tyler. We'll be home soon.
Young man: I…I'm not Tyler. My name is Greg. Please, just let me out here. The rain has slowed. I can walk. Please.
Greg reaches for the door handle, willing to jump from the moving vehicle if necessary but realizes to his horror that there is no handle on the inside of the door.
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Williamsburg, VA:
In a dark bedroom lie a man and a woman. They are intertwined and sound asleep. A cell phone on the nightstand rings and the man stirs. On the second ring, Spencer Reid realizes that it is his phone and works to carefully extract himself from Maggie without disturbing her sleep. He picks up the phone on the third ring.
Reid: Yeah…Reid…Hey Hotch, what's going on?
As Reid speaks he is waking up and becoming less groggy. He looks over to see Maggie looking at him sweetly but with a questioning look as well. Spencer gives her a bit of a frown and mouths the words, "I'm sorry."
Reid: Um, 30? I'm, um, not local right now…Williamsburg…Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can.
Reid hangs up his phone as Maggie is turning on a bedside lamp.
Maggie: You have to go?
Reid: Yeah…I'm sorry about the weekend.
Maggie (kissing his forehead): There was nothing planned we can't do some other weekend.
She climbs out of bed and walks across the room to grab her robe.
Maggie: I'll make some coffee.
Before Reid can protest that she doesn't have to, she blows him a kiss and slips out of the bedroom. He quickly dresses and makes his way down the stairs to the kitchen. Maggie does not see him enter the room as her back is turned to him. She is humming while spreading cream cheese on a bagel. Reid is able to sneak up behind her. He snakes his arms around her waist and pulls her closer to him.
Maggie: You know, Spencer, it's unwise to sneak up on a person who is holding a knife.
Reid looks at Maggie with the boyishly playful look and half smile of his that never fails to make her heart do flips.
Reid: It's a butter knife, Maggie. And I think I could take you.
Maggie: You do now do you? Well, when you get back from…?
Reid: Ohio.
Maggie: From Ohio, we can test that theory out.
Reid: What's all this? (Gesturing at the food)
Maggie: Good God Spencer, no wonder you are so skinny. All this is called breakfast. It is highly regarded as the most important meal of the day. Supposed to be very important in keeping a brain fueled. (She hands him a brown lunch style sack) Bagel, fruit and… (Handing over a large travel mug) dark roast coffee with extra sugar.
Reid: Maggie, you didn't have to-
Maggie: I'm supposed to just let the man I love drive off into the darkness sans caffeine and on an empty stomach? No sir!
Reid brushes her hair away from her face and kisses her.
Reid: I love you…you know that, right?
Maggie: Yes I do you sweet, sweet man.
Maggie loops her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly planting kisses on his forehead and both cheeks before hissing him full on the mouth.
Maggie: You'd better go before they leave without you. Go catch the bad guy and come back to me safe and sound.
Reid: Yes, ma'am.
