Hey, yes, hello; I am not dead. So, I haven't updated in a while. Life has troubles, and I also really needed to think this story out. But, I am SO sorry that I haven't given a new chapter in, what? 3-4 weeks? I will try to update faster next time, and I've already got the next chapter thought out. Anywhoosle, thank you all so much for commenting, favouriting, and adding this story to your alerts.

The title comes from the fantastic Graysonation. Go check out her stories!

Disclaimer- I wish I owned Criminal Minds, but, sadly I do not.

Enjoy!

"Hey, Spencer."

Reid's heart was pounding in his chest as he stood there, stock-still. No, this couldn't be happening. He must be imagining this, hallucinating the man that stood before him. But no, he wasn't crazy; he wasn't insane. That would be worse than the man in front of him, any day.

Reid swallowed. Don't show him fear. Be brave! his mind instinctively told him; however, he doubted that he could do that. The genius licked his lips, trying to hide their slight tremble, "Nate."

The man in front of him looked different, though, only slightly. His hair was a slightly darker brown than before, and he had appeared to have lost some weight in prison. Though, his eyes were what terrified Reid the most. The first time he'd seen them, The Eyes had been dark and emotionless. This time, they were still dark; although, he saw something else in them. A sort of admiration was the only way that Reid could describe what he saw in the dark orbs.

"Wha‒," the agent got cut off by a crack in his own voice, and he mentally cursed himself. Don't show him fear. "What are you doing here?"

The criminal's small, amused smile turned into a grin and he chuckled. "I think we both know what the answer to that question is, Spencer."

Reid's fear became larger and every part of him got a chill at the tone of the man's voice and the promise that it held. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking out his options.

Morgan had gone to get them some takeout; he would be back soon. Quickly and, hopefully, unnoticeably, Reid opened his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. Morgan had left 10 minutes ago. Judging from the amount of time it usually took his friend to get food, he would most likely be back in around 10 minutes.

Great, Reid thought. You just have to stall for 10 more minutes. And don't let Nate know that Morgan will be back. Reid drew in a sharper breath; there was almost no chance that Nate didn't know that Morgan would be returning soon. But, Reid had to hope that, for some insane reason, Nate would think that he was alone for the night.

He could make a run for it, but Reid knew that he would not get far at all. The genius was and never would be classified as a very physical person. He could never outrun the athletic man in front of him.

He could fight. No, Reid immediately tossed away that idea, too. Maybe he should have done more combat training with Morgan, all of the times that he had offered.

If he could make it to the phone, he could call a team member. Perhaps the help that he needed could get here in time. But, again, that would mean getting past Nate, and that was a last choice option. Though, Reid realized with a bit of hope, he did have his cell in his messenger bag on the couch. If he could get over there with Nate thinking anything of it, he had a chance.

Reid opened his eyes again at the placing of a hand on his shoulder and cringed. Nate was right there. Be brave.

Reid, mustering up the strongest look he could in the predicament, shook Nate's hand off of his shoulder.

"What?" Nate asked innocently. "You don't like me touching you?" He suddenly grabbed Reid's thin wrist, and the agent flinched visibly. "I haven't seen you in months, you know. And, you still think too much."

"Let g-go of me," Reid spoke as bravely as he could manage and gave his best glare.

The genius shrunk back even more and felt his cheeks heat up when Nate started laughing. "That's hilarious, Spence," he said. "Look, you and I both know that you're scared to death right now, so why would you try to act otherwise?"

"Fuck you," Reid muttered.

Nate looked at him for a moment, searching his face, and a bit of surprise crossed his features. "What's that, Spencer? Fuck off? I didn't even know that you swore." If Reid was thinking properly, it almost looked as if the man was impressed.

"Yeah, well," the younger man mumbled. He quickly glanced back up at the clock. Around 8 minutes.

Nate shifted his weight onto his other foot. "Let's sit down for a moment, eh?"

Reid was about to protest but then he realized, maybe Nate didn't know that Morgan was returning soon. Nate pulled him over by his hand around Reid's wrist.

Nate sat down on the far end of the couch, and Reid sat at the opposite end, beside his messenger bag.

"You know," the criminal began. "I have a lot to tell you. Important decisions that I've made in the past few months and the like."

Reid fidgeted with his hands and looked down, knowing that the other man was watching him. His cell phone was just a foot away…

"Do you want a drink, Spencer?" Nate asked. "We'll get out of here really soon; I know you're friend, Derek, will be coming back."

Reid's heart dropped, and he knew that he had to get to his cell phone. "Uh," he licked his lips. "Sure."

Nate stood up and made his way over to the small kitchen that was only a few feet away.

Sliding his hand over to his bag to reach his phone, Reid knew that his sleight of hand could actually come in handy in this situation. This was his chance.

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