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A/n hey all... here's the next chapter. As always, thanks to my loyal readers and to my fantastic beta for her support and friendship.

Wishes and Dreams

The door to Reid's prison opened on silent hinges. Clarissa entered the room She stopped to watch Spencer for a minute. He didn't move from his position on his left side so she walked over to him and felt the pulse in his neck. It was slow, but steady. The second drug given to her by Ivan seemed to be working well. He'd sleep as though locked in a dream without side effects.

"I told you we'd be together always." She said as she sat next to him on the bed.

He lay on his side facing her. She touched his face and smiled at the familiar warmth of his skin. "Don't try to run away again my sweet. It won't do you any good. I'm sorry I had to hurt you but it was the only way. You're so stubborn, I love that about you."

She watched the slow movement of his chest up and down as he breathed. She matched her breaths in time with Spencer, relishing the slight scent of coffee. He'd always smelled like his favorite concoction. After all these years, it must be a permanent part of his skin.

She reached out and gently turned him over on his back. He let out a small sound like a kitten and she smiled. It had been years since she'd heard him sleep. All the cares of his world faded from his face and he looked like an angel fallen from the heights of the celestial plane.

"I never forgot." She said as her fingers reached up to undo the buttons on his white shirt. "I dreamed about you every night and the things we used to do in my apartment on rainy afternoons or late weekend nights."

"I'm very impressed with your work Spencer."

"T-thank you," He squeaked.

"Now what can I do for you."

She sat back in her chair behind a ruthlessly organized desk. Her clock showed that the two hours devoted to her student's questions twice a week had nearly elapsed.

"Oh… um, I just wanted to know if there are restrictions on our year end projects."

"No… My only rule is that they be handed in on time."

"No problem…"

"Was there something else you wanted, Spencer?"

"No," He blushed trying to keep his eyes anywhere but her face.

"You and I are alike," She said and he'd finally looked at her.

"W-what do you m-mean?"

"I just mean that both of us have suffered in much the same way."

"Oh, um Dr. Thompson I don't know what they told you about me, but I -"

"I know you're a genius…. I know you've had a very rough life. I know you're sensitive and sweet, and misunderstood," She said. "Would it surprise you to know that I'm also a genius and I'm the youngest tenured member of the staff?"

He nodded his head looking a bit astonished. "I know..."

"I started here when I was twenty one years old. I'm twenty-four now. I just want you to know that I understand the challenges of school when you're the smartest one in the room and others don't understand. I hope you'll confide in me if you need to."

He smiled at her and stood. "Thank you Dr. Thompson."

Shetook off his shirt and looked at his bare chest with starving eyes. His body had changed in the twelve years since they'd torn her away from him. He looked like a man instead of a boy and it looked good on him. She shifted and straddled his sleeping body, running her hands up and down his torso. He shivered and groaned under her touch.

"I should've just come back to you when they released me from the place. It was wrong to play games. I frightened you my darling. I'll make it up to you and you'll forgive me."

She shut the office door and locked it. The blinds were drawn and she shut off the light. He watched her in the low light of the coming storm.

"Dr. Thompson?"

She walked over to where he sat and stood looking down at him. His dark eyes looked black in the graying light.

"Spencer?"

"W-why did you l-lock the d-door?"

"You're so naïve Spencer. I can't believe that you've been in my class for weeks now and you haven't noticed me."

Blood rushed to his face. "Um… It's not appropriate. You're my teacher and you're, um well I -"

"You're right," She said softly as she straddled his lap. "I am a lot older than you, but I don't care. If I don't care you shouldn't care"

She kissed him even as his hand pushed at her arms. She pushed her tongue against his lips until he finally relaxed and opened his mouth. Her hands slid up his arm and twined in his short wavy hair. His arm wrapped around her pulling her close.

"I knew it." She said when they parted for breath. "We're soul mates Spencer. We shouldn't fight it."

"I d-don't want to get you in t-trouble."

She pulled his face up to hers and smiled at him. "Love is never wrong Spencer. I've loved you from the moment I saw you. I never thought love at first sight could be possible until I met you."

She saw something down in the depths of his eyes. He reached up and touched her face with one of his long-fingered hands. "I've never had a girlfriend before," He said with a very rosy face behind his horn-rimmed glasses.

"It's okay baby… I'm a virgin too," She confided.

She could see he didn't believe her. "It's true. I'm been saving myself for the right one."

She got up from his lap. She went around to her desk and wrote on a piece of paper. "Here's my number and my address. I'd really like to see you outside this dreary place. It's Friday tomorrow. Why don't you come over say about three o'clock?"

He stared at her for a long time. What he should and shouldn't do warred in his eyes as she waited for an answer.

"Okay!" He said.

"You were so shy! I thought it was so cute the way you'd blush in class when I called on you."

She opened the zipper on his pants and moved it down slowly. His breathing increased as she pulled them off leaving him in cotton boxers. Goosebumps broke out on his legs and arms as her hands caressed his bare legs. "Oh sweetheart… Look at what that terrible job did to you." She gently touched one tip of her finger to the irregular, red scar on his knee.

"Nothing like that will ever happen to you again. I'll keep you safe always baby." Her hands slid up under his boxers to the tops of his thighs and he groaned.

"I knew you missed me baby. It's not right that they pulled us apart. We had so many good times baby, talking and laughing. We watched old movies and sci-fi. You read books to me. I could listen to you read for hours. We can have that again baby. Just surrender to me and I'll take care of you."

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Everywhere he looked, white light surrounded him as though he'd ascended into the heavens. Whiteness drifted around him and the dark haired woman sitting on the edge of a king sized bed. The comforter and the pillows were whiter than virgin snow.

"Why are you standing there staring at me Spencer?"

He jumped at the sound of her voice. She turned and smiled at him. "I think you need to come closer.

She held out her hand to him. He stepped slowly forward and clasped her warm fingers as they peeked out from the long sleeve of white lace. He couldn't stop staring at the low cut lacy top she wore with a white silk skirt that touched the floor.

"Spencer?"

She stood up and put her arms around his neck. He fought the urge to pull away from her touch as he always flinched at the touch of another person. She kissed him with slowness that made his blood fire so hot his hands began to sweat. She pulled back with a pop and she grinned.

"I-I never thought you'd ever notice me." He gasped.

"What's not to not notice? You're sweet and kind, and very gentle. You're cute and so very kissable." She said, bending down her head to lick his neck.

"Really?"

"Yes!"

Her hands slid all over his body making goose bumps pop out on all the exposed flesh. Time passed so quickly and yet slowly. He looked around and wondered when had he lost all his clothes?

"Emily?"

"Yes Spencer," She looked him straight in the eye and his heart began to race.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" He couldn't believe he was asking her this question. Any minute she'd start laughing at him.

She pulled back and took his face in her hands. "I don't know… I know I never felt anything like the way I feel about you. It wasn't something that was "at first sight," but I don't care."

"Oh, I guess that's okay."

It didn't matter if she hadn't fallen for him as he'd fallen for her from the very beginning.

"Hey Spencer, pay attention," She said calling his mind back to the fact that she'd removed her lacy top and the pure white bra under it. "What's your pleasure, Spencer Reid?"

Her dark eyes sparkled as they had the last time he saw her. It didn't matter that she'd still be dead when he came back from this place, wherever they were. For once, he wanted to feel without regret.

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Clarissa pulled off his boxers and sat back to drink in the sight of her beloved Angel. His long, lean body shivered slightly as if her were cold. She climbed off the bed and quickly removed her clothing. Carefully she moved him so that he lay under the covers. She climbed back into the bed and wrapped her arms around his bare body.

"We'll always be together Spencer."

The thunderstorms started again that afternoon after a brief break over the last twelve hours. She opened the door at precisely three pm when he knocked. She didn't say anything to him as she shut the door and pushed him against it.

Weeks had passed quickly since she'd first invited him to her place. This day and this time became their special time when they didn't have to pretend to be student and teacher.

A loud crack of thunder - as loud as a bomb blast - fifteen minutes later brought his brain back to the reality of her apartment. His chest heaved for breath. His toes and fingers felt numb as though he'd got a bad case of frostbite.

"Hey baby…"

She kissed his bare chest and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He should get up from here and leave. God it was so embarrassing. He shouldn't have let her do this to him. It was wrong and…

"What's the matter baby?"

"You know," He said gruffly. "I can't believe I -"

"It's okay baby."

He rolled away from her and got to his feet with his cords and shirt in one hand. "I'm going home." He reached for his boxers on the floor. She grabbed his hand and made him stop.

"It's okay Spencer… We have the whole weekend if you want."

"I think it's too fast. This is wrong. I should go."

He pulled on his clothes as fast as he could, ripping his shirt as he tried to button it. "I have to go." He repeated.

"Spencer, please don't walk away…"

He grabbed his glasses from the floor and hurried to the door. "I'm sorry Clarissa."

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"I remember that day like it was yesterday Spencer. You were so sweet and so young. I was wrong to push you so hard. It's okay though, because you forgave me."

She stroked his face while her other hand stayed busy under the blanket. "I'm sorry I had to kill Emily Prentiss, but you'll see its better that way. You'll forget about her soon. Then we can pick up where we left off.

He groaned under the ministrations of her warm hand and fingers. "Emily… I love you Emily." He sighed in his sleep. "I'll always love you."

She sat up straight on the bed. "You son of a bitch," she reared back and slapped his face as hard as she could. His head flew to the right. She slapped him a second time, leaving a red mark on his cheek. "Don't you ever say her name in our bed again. I'll have to hurt you baby and I don't want to hurt you," She told Reid as tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes.