A/N: So, I guess this chapter happened earlier than I expected it to. Please don't forget to review if you have time. Enjoy!

Chapter 2:

"Hello?" A soft, female voice spoke on the other end of the phone, a questioning edge to her quiet, almost musical voice.

The sound of the woman's voice sent tingles down Spencer's whole body, a flood of relief -and overwhelming anxiousness- coming over him. It took him a few moments to respond, trying to find words to say in reply.

"Lila?" Spencer finally replied in a slightly shaky voice, knowing very well that it was her, but felt disbelieving that she actually picked up. Even though he knew that she could very well not remember him, all he could really fairly ask for was to just talk to her. Of course, he wished for much more, but in his mind it was completely unreasonable - she wasn't in love with him, or even liked him, and he thought he knew that for sure. She could have any actor in Hollywood if that's what she desired.

There was a long, somewhat awkward silence on the other side of the phone, and Spencer bit his lip in worry. Eventually, the musical voice spoke again in a shocked, but clearly pleased tone. "...Spencer? Spencer Reid?"

Spencer exhaled in relief, relieved that she at least remembered who he was after all these years. It was a start, right? If he couldn't have her, he wanted to at least be friends with her. But he highly doubted that it would actually happen. But then again, he doubted that she would pick up the phone, too, so... he didn't really know.

"Yes, it's Spencer."

He heard an exhale of relief on the other side of the phone, much to his confusion (but also delight). "Spencer, I-"

"No. Don't say it. You don't want anything to do with me, correct? And I should just hang up now?" Reid moved his thumb to the red button on the phone, which would successfully end the call, while his voice cracked in sadness in the middle of the sentence. He was right, she didn't care about a single cell in his body.

"No! Spencer! Don't hang up, I, uh," Lila tried to get out, stumbling over her words. If she was being completely, 100% honest with herself, she hasn't been happier than she was now in a long time. Spencer never would've guessed it, but it was true. All these years, he had been the only man that she actually cared about, despite all her boyfriends since then.

"...You don't want me to hang up?" Reid asked after a moment, a hopeful tone to his voice as he sat up straighter on the black colored couch, his brown eyes gleaming with disbelief. Good disbelief. Wonderful disbelief.

Lila took a few deep breaths on the other side of the line. "No, I don't want you to hang up," she said softly. "Spencer..." she started, her voice growing quieter, "I missed you."

Reid felt as if his heart melted into a puddle inside of him - which he very well knew it was impossible - but it felt like that, anyway. It started beating faster in his chest, and a genuine smile appeared on his face. "You did?"

"Yes," she paused, smiling on the other side of the line, "I did."

Spencer bit his lip, leaning back on the couch and biting his lip to try and suppress the grin that was now plastered onto his face. "I missed you, too."

"Why didn't you call me?" Lila blurted out, regretting it afterwards.

"I... uh... when?"

Lila blushed on the other side of the line. "Six years ago."

"O-Oh, I-I don't know," Spencer mumbled, stumbling over his words. Truthfully, he did know, but it was a stupid reason, anyway. The only reason that he never called her was because he thought that nothing would come out of it. He could still be wrong now, but at least he was talking to her...

"I would've called you if you gave me your number," she whispered, a twinge of regret evident in her voice.

"...Really?"

Lila nodded, a small smile on her face. "Yes, definitely."

After a few moments of silence, Spencer spoke again. "I called you because we had another stalker case but this time it was in New York and-" he said extremely quickly, trying to explain himself to her.

"Spence, all that matters is that you called."

Reid nearly choked on his own air when she called him by that name, his heart beating faster when she did so. "I g-guess so," he managed to say.

"I'm being honest."

Reid didn't say anything.

There was a brief moment of silence on the phone between the two of them, both lost in their own thoughts. "Please don't tell me you phoned me as a joke," she murmured, doubt coloring her voice.

"What?" he replied, shocked at her question. "Lila, this is in no way a joke."

"...Promise?"

"Yes, of course."

Lila fiddled around with the gold bracelets on her right arm, her teeth softly biting the flesh of her bottom lip. She hadn't talked to this man in nearly seven years, and it had impacted her heart to an extreme degree - she always had trust issues, but it was hard to trust anyone after being in love with someone you couldn't see for nearly a decade. Since her luck had gone so well today, she decided to push it to the limit - but with what?

"Spence?" she muttered, causing Reid to feel the urge to shiver.

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"...Anything," Spencer replied quietly, wondering immensely what she would ask him. His intuition - he had a strong sense of it, too - was telling him that he shouldn't be nervous. Still, his stomach felt like it had twisted into knots.

"Could I..." she started, "No. I'm sorry. Never mind."

Spencer frowned. "I've been in your presence of all but a week, and I haven't seen you in six years. I think it's safe to tell me."

"I said never mind."

His frown grew deeper, and he held in a sigh. "Alright..."

There was silence on the phone for a good two minutes, and Reid was starting to believe that she didn't want to talk to him anymore, when she suddenly spoke up again.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "This is just hard for me to say."

Silence.

"I want to see you in person again."