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Doubts

Kira dropped her messenger bag on her small kitchen table. She went back to the living area and picked up the television remote. She wanted a little escape. She flipped through the channels to the Food Network. Guy Fieri was in the middle of demonstrating a pork tostada that looked delicious. She sighed and changed the channel to a rerun of Bones. All she needed at three in the afternoon was something to get her snacking. Bones promised to be gross enough to take those thoughts right out of her head.

She went to her computer and brought up her internet search engine. There was nothing new in her email so she minimized it and opened one of her games while Bones played in the background. Her homework called out to her, but she ignored it in favor of trying something that would keep her mind off Dr. Reid.

Another three days had gone by since she'd seen him in the café. He hadn't come back. Was he all right? Was he off on a case?

He's probably avoiding you.

Why would he do that though, it wasn't as if they knew each other well enough to want to avoid each other. Still, she couldn't deny the fact that, as nice as he'd been, he hadn't tried to get her number.

He said he was shy.

She turned off the game and turned her attention to the television. She should've gotten an apartment with a roommate instead of living alone. Someone to talk to would be great, especially if that other person was another girl. She could get some good advice about Spencer instead of trying to figure it out on her own.

She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She left her hair down, but caught back at the sides with jeweled clips that matched her pink tunic. She hated makeup, so her face was clean. She took off her glasses and wondered if she should just get contacts. Would he like her better without the glasses? Some guys didn't like glasses; they thought you were some kind of smart nerd or something.

She sighed… The truth was that he didn't like her because she wasn't some perfect size two. He was gorgeous and probably had women falling all over him. Not that she blamed them, who could resist his short wavy hair and those beautiful chocolate eyes. He had the most incredible face that reminded her of a Renaissance painting.

She went back to the living area and selected a book from her bookcase. If she got lost in The Twilight Saga for a while, maybe thoughts of Edward the Vampire or Jacob the Werewolf would get her mind off him.

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Reid stowed his messenger bag under his seat on the jet and strapped in for take off. He leaned his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. The last week had been one of the worst he'd spent since getting clean from the Dilaudid.

They'd been called to California again. Los Angeles had a serial killer abducting, and killing young men. He'd hold them for a week and torture them to death. All the men had been sodomized with objects before they were killed. The man caught just before he killed his fourth victim, had been abused by his stepfather and younger stepbrother. The men he targeted had looked like his bother and father when he was a boy and a target of their abuse.

Reid tried to think of anything else that would get his mind off the case and those men, who'd been around his age. How could it be that family could always cause the most pain to the most people? His thoughts turned to his father and the conversation they'd had three weeks ago. It was weird to think that he had begun to forge a relationship with his dad after nearly twenty years.

His thoughts jumped to Kira, the girl in the coffee shop. He still couldn't believe that he'd chickened out with her.

It's a good thing. If you have another blackout in front of her…

He shifted in his seat as the plane began to move down the runway. He couldn't consider getting to know a girl when Ian could show himself at anytime. She'd freak out and probably call the police at the very least.

Don't let Ian chase her away. You've been able to control him so far…

Oh yeah… he'd been able to control him just fine which is why he, Spencer Reid, had woken up in a strange bed with a strange woman.

Don't be such a prude. Ian spoke up in his head.

Why can't you be silent and leave me ignorant of you, like Adam was ignorant of Amanda?

Because if I leave it up to you, we'd never have any fun.

Life isn't all about fun… I have to be responsible.

That's why you need me Spencer.

Shut up!

"Hey Reid, you okay?" Morgan said from next to him.

Reid opened his eyes and realized they were in the air ascending fast through the late afternoon sky. White clouds were enveloping them as he tried to remember what he'd been thinking. "I'm fine."

"You were muttering in your sleep." Morgan said, "You must have been dreaming. I heard you say something about Amanda."

Reid's heart jumped into his throat. He had to be more careful. Certainly sleeping on the plane was out of the question until he got a hold of Ian.

What if Ian's the dominant one? What if he does to you what Amanda did to Adam?

Reid pushed that voice down and tried to stop the rampant beat of his heart under his chest. Hopefully Morgan wouldn't be able to see it beating though his sweater vest.

"It was a dream, that's all," he said to the man he considered one of his best friends.

Then tell him the truth!

"Are you still having a lot of nightmares?"

"No… just at times when it's a bad one like today. I'll be okay."

"Okay man…" Morgan shut his eyes.

Reid turned his attention to the view of the white clouds and blue sky outside his window. He looked back at Morgan, then back at the window. No, asking Morgan for advice on love would only get him teased. He looked back at his friend. Morgan was sleeping, so waking him up wouldn't be very nice.

"What is it Reid?" Morgan said opening his eyes.

"I don't know what you mean." Reid lied, keeping his eyes off Morgan's face and on the window.

"I can't sleep over here if you don't tell me what's bothering you."

"Morgan!"

"Don't sound so exasperated kid. You're pretty restless over there." Morgan touched his arm.

"Alright… I met someone and I don't know what to do about it." He said very quickly, finally looking over at Morgan as he talked to see if the older man was laughing. "So go ahead and tease me. You can laugh if you want to, just make it fast."

"I'm not going to laugh at you Reid." Morgan said with unusual calm. "After what we just saw, I'm not in the mood for teasing."

"Are you sure you're Morgan?" Reid asked suspiciously.

Morgan finally smiled. "Of course I'm Morgan. So tell me about this girl."

"Well I was in the coffee shop last Monday morning. I was drinking some coffee and attempting to kill a few minutes before I had to go to the train. She asked me if she could sit down. She's a student at the University of Virginia."

"That's all well and good Reid… What does she look like?" Morgan said his eyes beginning to twinkle again.

"She's about five four with long dark blond hair and green hazel eyes. She's nice, and her name is Kira. She's shy," he blurted out.

"She sounds cute my friend. Did you get her number?"

"Um… we talked, but I didn't get her number. I chickened out."

"Reid," Morgan said exasperatedly as he frowned at his young friend.

"I know… You don't have to tell me." Reid said turning his face back to the window where the blue skies outside was turning purple with the setting of the sun.

"Okay… no problem, I know exactly who to call."

"Morgan please don't call her." Reid pleaded.

"Sorry my man, you need a little lovin," Morgan pulled out his phone and left his seat for the back of the plane where the coffee pot and some snacks resided.

Reid sat staring out of the window until his phone beeped. He looked down to see a text message from Garcia. Why didn't u tell me about her? U R in big trouble. Here's her number. He read a ten-digit phone number.

Morgan returned to his seat next to Reid. "You're in so much trouble with my baby girl." Morgan said, looking delighted.

"That's just great."

"Hey," Morgan held up his hands to ward off the angry younger man. "I'm not the one that didn't tell her."

"Can't I have any secrets?" Reid hissed at his friend.

Morgan sipped at the bottle of water he'd snagged at the back of the plane. He handed Reid a second bottle of water. "Drink it… You don't need coffee." He admonished when Reid gave him a look.

"Yes mother!"

"I'm going to get some sleep. You better have something to tell me on Monday." He warned Reid.

"What am I going to tell you?" Reid pretended innocence.

"You know what I mean. Call her." He ordered again.

"Yes sir!"

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The ringing of her phone cut through the haze of sleep that she fallen into just minutes ago. "Damn it," She yelled at the phone. It had taken her hours to get to this point in sleep. "Some of us have to get up early tomorrow." She said looking at the cell phone and the unknown number.

She ignored it, figuring that if she didn't know the person calling, she wasn't obligated to answer. It rang again after a few minutes. She snatched it up and said. "Hello…"

No one responded to her greeting. "This isn't funny. It's two in the morning, jerk."

She heard the click of the person hanging up. She put the phone back on her night table and turned over. The phone rang again just as she dropped off for the third time that night. She reached over and hit end. She turned off the phone and dropped it back on the night table. If the person called back, all they would get was her voice mail. If they wanted to talk to her so badly they'd have to leave a message. She turned over again and tried to forget the feeling that the person on the other end had scared her so badly her hands were shaking.

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He shut his phone and smiled. She was a feisty little thing under her exterior of supposed shyness. She would turn out to be just like all the others. He'd show her the whore that she was under her cloak of purity.