The door swung open and Luke appeared wearing blue plaid lounge pants and a gray t-shirt. Reid could tell he just got out of the shower as Luke's hair was glistening with water. Luke held a towel in his hands and was wiping his hands on it.
"Is your friend, gone? Is it safe for me to enter your room, Dr. Oliver?"

"Yeah about that, who the hell do you think you are?!?!?!"

By this time Reid was pissed. His blue eyes were flashing fire and he was trying desperately not to stalk into Luke's room and throw him up against the wall and ravage him.

"Excuse Me?!?!? What the heck did I do?"

"So, you see me with another guy and instead of leaving quietly and discreetly you decided to interrupt us? What was the point? To make me feel bad for kissing someone?"

"No, I was just shocked that's all. I wasn't expecting to see you make out with a random guy when we got to Dallas."

"Well you wouldn't have seen anything had you knocked on the door."

"Okay, I will admit that I shouldn't have interrupted you, but honestly I don't see what the big deal is."

"I just don't see why you care at all what I'm doing or as the case may be, who I'm doing. It's none of your damn business and you made it fairly obvious last week that you don't care. So what was with the third degree and the snarkiness to my friend?"

"He looked like more than a friend from where I was standing. And I don't care, okay? Like I said, I was just surprised."

"Bullshit."

"What?"

"You heard what I said. Bullshit. I'm not buying that excuse. Not anymore. You were clearly upset when you saw me with Tyler and guess what now you know what it feels like every damn time I have to see you falling all over Noah and begging for his love. Every damn time I see you kissing him and holding him and wishing that it was me. You think I don't know what it's like? It feels like a tiny piece of my soul is being ripped out and replaced with shards of glass. And the entire time I was still willing to do the stupid damn surgery for the love of your life, because I knew it would make you happy and what thanks do I get? I get told that you don't care about me, nothing you do is for me, and then you have the audacity to condemn me for finding a bit of solace, comfort, and love in Tyler's arms? Like I said before Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Reid was seeing colors by this point and could no longer see straight. He turned around slammed the door shut behind him and stood in front of the window. He was shaking from anger, nervousness, intensity, and passion. He stood there for a few minutes waiting for the inevitable fall to come and for the realization that he had just told Luke everything he was feeling. Fuck. What had he just done?

He quickly threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and grabbed his sneakers. Nothing that a good run couldn't cure.

He headed out toward one of his favorite spots in Dallas and started pounding the pavement. The sound of his feet against the pavement drowned out the nagging thoughts in his head, especially the annoying ones that wondered what Luke was thinking and how he would respond to what he had just done.

He found himself standing in front of a familiar building. Without thinking he ran up the stairs, used the key he had on him and let himself into his old apartment. He stood in the place that had been his home for years and looked around. Everything looked the same as it had when he left Dallas months ago. The cleaning lady had obviously been there a few times to dust, mop, and take care of his aloe plant.

He went into his bedroom and stared at the bedside table. He opened the drawer and opened it. In the back under some magazines and tissues was an old crumpled letter. He pulled it out, smoothed it on the edge of the table and started reading.

He laid back on his bed against the headboard and reread the letter four times, before he opened the envelope the letter had been in and pulled out a picture. In it was a picture of two men smiling, in their arms was the picture of a baby. Reid put the picture back and laid down on his bed and wept.

He was reminded of a time when he was supposed to be one of the men in that picture, but his work life had taken over. His love life dwindled and the person he thought was supposed to be the love of his life got tired of it and walked away. They had been together for seven years. Alex, was his name.

Sweet, beautiful Alex. A blonde Greek Adonis with gorgeous deep green eyes. Every time he looked at Alex he remembered the good times, but couldn't help the feelings of pain, sorrow, and sadness creep up on him.

Not only had Alex left him, he didn't even wait a year before he was head over heels in love with a fellow doctor at his hospital. Whenever Reid was on duty with this doctor he knew he would see Alex bringing him lunch, giving him backrubs, and stealing kisses with him in the elevators. It used to be his lunch, his backrub, and his kisses.

They got married and invited him to the wedding, adopted a baby girl from Vietnam and invited him to the shower. He tried his best to be friends with Alex, but everything about him including their daughter Sasha was a constant reminder of what he had lost.

So he quit trying. He shut his heart off, threw himself into his work, and became the doctor that was brilliant, but had no social life or anything outside of being a doctor.

But now it was two years later, he had a new job, a new town, and new blonde Greek Adonis with deep brown eyes and this time he was the other man. He hated himself for wanting Luke. He truly did. He did not want to hurt Noah or come between them, but something about Luke just removed all of his good intentions and replaced them things that would make even the devil blush.

Reid exhausted by the day and the extremely emotional night turned over and fell asleep dreaming of running his tongue over a certain blonde Greek Adonis with brown eyes' lips and gently nibbling on them.

Reid slept for a few hours, only waking up when his cell phone buzzed. It was 4 a.m.

Who in the hell would be calling him at this time?

He flipped the phone open and said, "Someone better be oozing brains all over the freeway"

"Dr. Oliver, where the hell are you?"

"I am in my bed trying to do this little thing called sleeping. Why the hell does it matter?"

"Well you left like four hours ago and I've been waiting for you in your room ever since. I was starting to get worried."

"Mr. Snyder, I lived in Dallas for years. You have nothing to worry about. If you must know, I went to my apartment and fell asleep going through some things. I'll be back at the hotel tomorrow morning and we can get the rest of the files for the case then."

"Don't worry about it. I already went over Tyler's notes and got all the files you need. They are all tabulated and ready to go for tomorrow."

"Why in the world did you do that, Mr. Snyder?"

"Because I wanted to."

"Well I don't know what to say, but thanks for the help. I'll see you in the morning."

"Don't be late Dr. Oliver, we have to be at the courthouse at 9 a.m."

"Fine whatever. I'll be there. Goodnight, Mr. Snyder."

"Goodnight Dr. Oliver. Oh, and by the way. We still need to talk about what you said to me earlier, because there are some things I need to set straight."

Luke hung up the phone and Reid fell back against the pillow. He knew he wouldn't get away with it, but he had hoped. He flipped the lamp on and started reading a book on the brain knowing there was no way in hell was getting any sleep tonight. Especially now that he had the trial and the repercussions of what he had said to Luke on his mind. The reading material didn't really help as he kept running scenarios over in his mind about what Luke could possibly set straight, and all it led to was him doing very naughty things to Luke. Frustrated he threw the book across the room and went into the living room to watch some television. Which is where he sat until 7 a.m. staring blankly at some sort of animal mating show, which did nothing to help his psyche.