Sorry I keep cliff hanging you guys :s, After this chapter it gets in the technical crazy of the reaper case, so I thought I'd put in some fluff before it got all plot driven (lol) anyhoo hope you like it, I will update again soon

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When the ferry docked Hotch gave Reid the address of his hotel and drove off, Reid stood holding his suitcase in both hands, swaying the case back and forth as he looked back out at the water. The sky was darkening and the clouds began to roll over each other like wild horses in the sky. Aaron had offered him a ride but he declined, the way the weather was coming in perhaps he should have taken the offer.

When the rain had finally set in and was beating down Spencer was still walking aimlessly down the sidewalk, his suitcase at his side as he walked looking down at his feet, looking up every now and again to read street names and building numbers. He had no idea what he was going to do with himself, it made his incredibly distraught. Cars pushed by him cascading waves of murky street water onto the sidewalk, a lady with a newspaper over her head passed Reid as she raced to a bus stop. He stopped next to her as the bus pulled up, its wipers swashing from side to side in perfect unison.

Reid boarded the bus not even sure which way it was going, he didn't much mind though. He used to ride the subway aimlessly in Virginia just to pass the time so this wasn't much different. He shivered as droplets of rain water snaked down the back of his neck as they fell from his hair. The rain pounded tiny drumbeats against the windows of the bus, ripples and rings splashing on the road as the bus pulled up to another stop. Reid sighed closing his eyes a moment and resting his head against the window the bus pulled away and Spencer's head bounced lightly against the glass as the driver continued his route.

He felt numb inside, his hands were cold and his eyes were stinging even though they were closed. The bus let other rider's board and Spencer turned as an old man sat next to him opening up a copy of that days newspaper. Reid glanced at the article printed inside, next to weather and city planning was a full page written about the supposed deal between Tom Shaunessy and the Reaper. The old man looked over at Reid as he noticed him glancing at the article.

"Terrible is what it is." Reid looked up, the man clearly was addressing him

"Yeah… yeah it is." Reid said not really knowing what else to say, the old man flicked the paper in his hands and folded it on his lap.

"The radio is saying that police man is dead now." Reid looked confused

"I'm not sure who you mean." He said somewhat apologetically, the man reopened the paper and pointed to the headline

"That detective… he died about an hour ago." Reid sat back in the seat visibly shaken by the news, the old man didn't seem too bothered by Reid's reaction as he turned the page to look at current sports scores.

"Was getting out of the house when I heard it." He said looking through the paper

"Guess all the shame did his heart in." he said snidely with a bit of a smirk

"That's what happens when you make deals with the devil." He said licking his thumb as he turned the page; Reid didn't want to hear anymore and stood making his way around the man and holding the bar overhead as he walked to the front of the bus.

"Can you let me off please." He asked the driver, who shrugged as they pulled up to a red light, he opened the door and Reid got off, stepping right into a puddle. he jumped onto the curb out of it as soon as he'd felt his socks soak in the water. He groaned pulling his jacket collar up with one hand and stood under the awning of a nearby shop. He studied the street names and looked at the building behind him; he was close to one of George's homes. The rain wasn't letting up and against his better judgement Reid decided to walk the rest of the way to the house.

He had memorized the routes the cab drivers had taken and figured on his own the fasted way to get there. The rain pounded against his skull as he walked briskly along the sidewalk, he stopped as he felt his phone buzzing in his coat pocket but as he lifted it out to open it his wet and frozen fingers lost their grip, Reid dropped his suitcase as the phone bounced off the curb and into the rushing water surging towards the city storm drains. Quickly he grasped the phone but not without falling on his knees and getting one whole arm soaked to save it. Reid groaned as he shook off his sleeve he opened his phone but the screen was blank, the water or the drop must have damaged it.

Reid looked up into the sky with a look of defeat and annoyance sighing, he picked up his suitcase again and kept on walking, water squelching in his shoes, it felt terrible. He was soaked through to his skin now as he rounded the corner into a residential area. Leaves floating down the tiny stream that swirled into the storm drains, Reid quickened his pace as he made his way up to the black fence's gate, surprisingly it wasn't locked and he pushed it open with a long squeal at its hinges. As he finally reached the door to the little white house Reid shook his hands off, they were frigid and numb with cold. He suddenly realised he had no key for this house and groaned looking out into the street, wondering what it was he should do now. Without warning the door swung open and Spencer was pulled into the house by the collar of his jacket. When the door closed behind him he could finally see it was George who pulled him into the house, he looked concerned to say the least.

"What are you doing here?" Foyet asked looking the sopping young man over, Reid shivered and his teeth chattered.

"Oh god never mind." George said undoing the buttons on Spencer's coat and pulling it off him. Reid put his hands around himself but George pulled them away grabbing his hands and leading him into the bedroom.

"You're gonna kill yourself out in that weather Spencer." He said not looking at him, he undid Reid's belt and threw it onto the floor then pulled his vest up over his head, Reid didn't bother to argue as George unzipped his pants and unbuttoned his shirt. Foyet's hands were callused and warm as he peeled the soaking garments from the young man's body. Reid shivered as George pushed him back on the bed and pulled off his shoes and socks with a strong tug. He pulled up the blanket and guided Reid to lie beneath it. Reid watched as George took off his own shirt and jeans and crawled in next to him, he gasped upon feeling Foyet's warm chest press against his cold back.

"Spencer you're freezing to death!" George exclaimed rubbing Reid's arms and holding him close. Spencer's bottom lip quivered and his teeth chattered. George patted down his damp hair resting his chin on his young lover's numb shoulder. They lay there silently until Reid stopped shaking; all the while Foyet rubbed his chest and legs to warm him. Finally he was beginning to warm up and he lay on his back looking over at George whose eyes were searching his for some meaning behind his wet unexpected presence at his front door. Reid closed his eyes a moment as George stroked the side of his face.

"What were you doing out there?" Foyet asked, Spencer sighed as he looked at him

"I don't know, just trying to get out of the rain." He said with a weak laugh, George rolled his eyes.

"If I wasn't here you would be a drowned rat by now." Spencer smiled awkwardly as George rubbed his chest.

"Sorry…" Reid said sheepishly, George sighed shaking his head slightly as he moved his hand in a circular motion over Spencer's chest. Reid breathed deep before he spoke again.

"Are you alright?" he asked, George looked at him a moment with a strange look on his face. It disappeared quickly as he realised what Reid was asking.

"Yes I'm fine." He said staring at his hand as he traced it up to Reid's neck moving wet strands of hair away from the young man's face.

"Do you know what's going on out there?" Reid asked, George looked at Reid with a hardened expression.

"I make it my business to know." He said firmly going back to moving stray hairs about. Reid felt a little stupid for asking, George would be the one person who would keep tabs on anything and everything that had something to do with the Boston Reaper, of course he knew what was happening. That explained why he pulled Reid into the house so quickly, for fear of being seen perhaps.

George groaned and looked at Reid then

"What is it." He said a slight annoyance in his tone; Reid was unsure what he was asking. George narrowed his eyes.

"You're thinking at me again Spencer." Reid blushed a little, though it wouldn't have been seen as his cheeks were still red from the cold, Foyet smiled lightly stroking the side of Reid's face with the back of his hand.

"Sorry… I'm kind of on edge." He said softly, Reid's eyes followed Foyet's fingers as they traced his jaw and the side of his face. His scarring wound was stinging from the cold and his fingers and toes were still quite numb.

"It's alright." Reid said equally as quiet. George's eyes caught his gaze and Spencer felt himself melting into them. George studied his face as they lie there underneath the heavy blanket, the wind whistled outside and the rain beat against the window. The sound of water gushing through the gutter on the side of the house filled their ears as did the splash of puddles washing up against the road as cars moved in the street.

"Are you leaving Boston?" George asked, Reid didn't respond and it worried Foyet.

"I don't want anything to happen to you." Reid said finally, George felt a knot forming in his stomach. His eyes broke away from Reid's momentarily but were guided back when Spencer placed a cool clammy hand on the older man's cheek.

"What if something happens?" George said, fear burning in his words. Reid pulled back his emotions, that was one of his greatest fears at that moment and his eyes glossed at the thought. He pressed his hand against George's face, their eyes locking onto each other's.

"If something happened to you… and I could have stopped it I would never forgive myself." George swallowed hard, he had not counted on this, he needed to know Reid was going to be elsewhere that he would be safe that he would be unharmed by any actions committed in secret, any unspeakable deed Foyet may carry out. The spiral of thoughts was shattered from his mind suddenly as Reid kissed him softly on the mouth. Foyet had not expected that either, which Reid noticed right away.

"George… I love you." He said "I can't walk away knowingly leaving you to fend against a killer who may or may not have a target on your back." George bit the end of his tongue and slowly closed his fist against Reid's chest. Spencer took his hand and held it in his own.

"I don't want you to be in danger." George said with as much conviction as he could muster, Reid held Foyet's hand tightly in his own pressing his cold forehead against his lovers. George closed his eyes as they rested against each other in frustration.

"I'm willing to risk it… for you." Reid said softly, George felt a hot stab of guilt in his chest and couldn't help stifle his breath as he felt he may begin to cry. What had he done now, what was he going to do… his heart ached to be with Spencer but his twisted desire for murder burned and seared his mind with thoughts of violence and anger. Where was the balance he had sustained for so long, why had this love growing inside his chest marred all the carefully calibrated plans he had put in place.

"You can't stay…" George said in a whisper against Reid's lips. Spencer shut his eyes tight trying desperately to keep himself calm.

"I can't let anything happen to you…" he said stroking Reid's cheek with his thumb, Spencer tried to keep from crying, his eyes stung and his mouth hurt as he clenched his jaw tightly. George felt him tense under his touch and it hurt him in a way he didn't think possible.

"Please…" Reid said in all but a murmur. George's eyes were filled with anguish and his face painted in sadness as the young man pressed himself closer to his lover, bringing his hand up and placing it over George's.

"Please don't send me away." He said choking on the last word; George couldn't help but pull the young man close and hold him. Reid whimpered still trying to hold the fear and sadness welling within him down. George rubbed the back of Reid's head as he held him close, Reid's arms wrapped around him in almost a strangle hold. Strangely Foyet welcomed the numbing and constricting feeling of Reid's cold embrace, it was in some way a physical manifestation of his emotions. Cold and painful and oh so sad. He hated the feeling of being helpless, especially against something like this. He didn't want Spencer to feel this way either, he didn't want him here, he was going to be hurt and he didn't want him to see what was going to happen. Most of all… George didn't want to face Reid with what he knew inevitably would happen, this was not going to work out, they wouldn't get another chance to be together like they had… Foyet was a killer and Reid was an FBI agent… the fact that they had gone as far as they did was more than bizarre when George thought about it.

Reid slowly released his restraining grip, he pulled back slowly to face George whose eyes were bright and a beautiful golden apple color, they shimmered with the tears he tried to keep inside his head.

"Promise me…" Reid said, George felt another stab of guilt in his chest

"Promise me we'll be alright." He said knowing full well it was something George could never promise to him; the look in his eyes told him so. George gave a weak smile and kissed Reid gently, who pressed into him lengthening the kiss. George stroked Spencer's damp hair as they gazed at each other, the hypnotic sound of rain pattering against the window outside.

"I'll promise you this…" George said "I love you… and that won't change, no matter what happens." Reid's bottom lip quivered as George pulled the blanket up over their heads. He kissed him once more rubbing his shoulder.

"Don't cry pretty boy." He said softly, "Please don't cry…" the wind blew a wailing tune through the trees, throwing dead leaves up into the cold rainy sky, the clouds were dark and ominous as they rolled across the heavens. Water rushing and pooling in holes and drains on an empty street as two very different but somehow very similar lovers lay together under warm blankets with thoughts of hope and madness in their hearts.