Reid sat there for a good ten minutes, his eyes closed, Katie watching him. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes. "I know what I want to do," Reid said, almost jumping off the couch.

"Great," Katie said, though a little surprised at the doctor's enthusiasm.

"Thank you," Reid said, bending down and kissing his friend on the cheek before bolting out the door.

"You're welcome," Katie said, as the door slammed shut.

As soon as Reid was out of Katie's house, he practically ran through Olde Towne to get to the hospital, not because he was sick or because he was late, but because he needed to talk to Bob Hughes. Reid pushed through the revolving entrance to Memorial Hospital, nearly knocking over a little old lady in the process. Impatiently, Reid waited for the elevator to stop on the floor of the Chief-of-Staff's office. Hurriedly, he walked down the corridor and knocked frantically on the old man's door.

"Dr. Oliver, what's the matter?" Bob asked, opening the door.

"I need a favor," Reid said without pretense.

"Of course, come on in," Bob gestured, closing the door behind Reid.

Fifteen minutes later, the two doctors emerged from the office into the hallway. Reid said, "Thank you, Bob, I really appreciate this."

"It's no problem. Memorial will be just fine without you for a couple weeks."

"Don't count on it," Reid said, smirking, before walking away.

Four hours later, Reid was sitting on the couch in the apartment he shared with Luke, when the blonde boy walked in.

"Hi, baby," Luke said, smiling, dropping his bag and keys onto the table, plopping onto the couch, and resting his head against Reid's shoulder.

"You look tired," Reid said, kissing the top of Luke's head.

"Long day. Lots of meetings." Luke closed his eyes.

"I think I have something that will help you relax," Reid said, mysteriously. "Can I get up for a second?" Luke lifted up his head to release Reid.

Two minutes later, Reid came back with a box, wrapped poorly, but wrapped nevertheless.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Reid said, handing the box to Luke, who said, "It's not until next week."

"I know. But I think you should have it now," Reid said sitting back down.

Luke smiled, took the box, and ripped the paper off.

Inside was a card that simply said "Luke." Curiously, Luke opened it and out fell two tickets. Luke lifted them off his lap and looked at Reid, confused. "They're fake," Luke said.

"I know. They're symbolic. I figured since you have like ten private jets, it'd be easier to use one than fly commercial."

"I don't understand. Is this my present?"

Reid slid closer to Luke and took his hand. "Yes. I took off two weeks from the hospital." Luke looked at the doctor, his eyes wide with surprise. "You've been saying for a while now that you wanted to go to Malta, since that's biologically where you're from and the last time you were there you were held in a bell tower." Luke looked at him, still baffled. "I want to take you to Malta," Reid said.

"Really?" Luke whispered. Reid nodded in earnest.

Suddenly, Luke's face broke into a huge grin and he tackled Reid, pushing the doctor backwards onto the couch as he kissed him fiercely.