It was late, and the snow had long sense ceased falling. The only light in the room was the two glows of the digital clock and the street lamp through the window. In this neighborhood, it was a white light. Reid thought maybe he sounded like a hopeless romantic, but it reminded him of moonlight.

He hadn't gone to sleep yet. From the clock, he could see it was almost four. It would be morning soon. If only it were possible to make this night go on forever.

Riley was sleeping. She had fallen asleep a few hours ago; they had stayed awake for hours afterward talking, about nothing in particular. He could tell she was fading and watched her while she drifted away. She slept on her side, facing him, with one arm under her pillow, the other resting at her waist. Her quilt and sheets loosely draped just at her chest and her normally neatly pulled back black hair hung freely around her. She had a small, contented, relaxed smile on her face. Reid was too modest and too happy to think he had something to do with that.

Just like in the snowfall and just like at the café, he could have stayed there and watched her forever. He hadn't been with many women, but he didn't need to sleep with every woman in America to know something like this feeling didn't happen every day. How many incidences had he heard of involving two people sleeping together and ending it because what they thought was something special was due to initial infatuation and magnetism? Riley was different. He loved her even more, if that were possible. Riley was the one.

There were a million kinks to work out, but as long as they were here, during this night in this bed, nothing and no one outside the bedroom existed. Reid pulled himself closer to her, careful not to wake her. He wrapped his arm around her and softly kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Riley," he said softly.

"…I love you, too, Spencer." She mumbled, even quieter. She didn't even wake. Reid rested his lips on her forehead. Sleep finally caught up to him and he drifted along with her.

The next morning, Reid awoke alone in Riley's apartment. There was no note or anything to indicate where she went, but he knew she worked on Sundays (seeing as how he had his sessions then) so she must have been at the office. When he awoke, it was almost ten. He had plenty of time to go back to his apartment to shower and change before his session.

Slowly, he pulled himself out of bed. He smiled, seeing as Riley had gathered his strewn clothes and set them neatly on top of her dresser. He pulled himself out of bed to gather them, searching through his pants for his cell phone. One message.

Groaning, Reid called his voicemail. Trying to multitask, he started to pull his cloths on at the same time. He waited while the recorded instructions led him to his new message and wasn't surprised when he heard J.J.'s voice on the line.

"Hey, Reid, it's J.J. Listen, I… I just wanted to check on you. I know you have your therapy session today. I've been thinking a lot about what you said… about (she seemed to be lower her voice now.) about, how you feel about… you know, Dr. Parker. (She paused, like she was trying to gather her thoughts.) I wanted to tell you this live, but… I'll just say it now. You know we all care about you. We don't want you to get hurt. I think you should at least think about transferring to another doctor. For your own good, Reid. I just don't want you to do anything you'll regret. I worry about you. And… I don't know if you talked about this at all with Morgan, but I think he would agree with me. Emily and Garcia, too, definitely. And Hotch would… have a field day. Listen I got to go, and I'll probably get cut off soon, so… just call me back later so I know you're okay and if you need to talk, you know I'm here. And… be careful."

Message ended. Reid hit the seven to delete it. The average person might have thought that was a bad sign.

Reid should have, too.

Reid made it to the office just before twelve. He noticed Dr. Andrews leaving Riley's office just as the receptionist cleared him to go.

"I'd be careful," he said to Reid as they passed. "She's… she seems a little off her game today."

"Wow, I wonder why that is." Reid said, sounding sincere.

Reid made it to 202 and went in, not bothering to knock. Riley's back was to her. She seemed abnormally focused on the book shelves. Reid wanted to go over and wrap her in his arms and kiss her, but still felt nervous and awestruck as he saw her.

"Hey," he said, closing the door. "How early did you leave?"

"Dr. Reid," Riley said, not turning around. "I'm a little surprised you showed up today."

He wasn't expecting that. "A little formal, aren't you?"

Riley took a deep breath to gather herself, to try and remain professional, and turned around. "Spencer… I'm sorry. Shall we get started?"

"Are you okay?" he asked, moving closer to her. "You look pale."

She took another deep breath. "Well, I'm surprised you're not pale, considering we both flushed our careers down the toilet last night."

"Okay, I expected this," Reid said, coming closer to her. Thankfully, she didn't back away.

"Oh, did you? Well, I don't think it takes an F.B.I. profiler to figure that out, or to configure why!"

"Riley, it's okay." He said. He was close enough to hold her, but kept his arms at a good distance from her still. "No one knows about this. We just… we just need to figure out what we should do."

Riley nodded. "Well, I've already figured out what we should. And the best thing to do is… pretend it never happened."

Reid was completely thrown off. Honestly, he hadn't been expecting this. He remembered, she said she loved him. "Riley, you don't know what you're saying."

"You're not thinking clearly." Riley exclaimed. "Spencer," she lowered her voice, as if someone was listening at the door. "we had sex last night. Now, I know you have Ph.D.s, so you may not know about this, but when I was about 24, I recited a little thing called the Hippocratic Oath, which has a small, but important entry on not sleeping with your patients!"

"Riley, listen to me." He assured. She was about to walk away, but Reid instinctively grabbed her to stay and heed to him. "I agree, last night, we did go over the line-"

"Over the line!" Riley exclaimed. "Spencer, at this point, we are so far past the line… the line is a dot to us!"

"Riley, you're getting hysterical!" Reid explained.

"Uh huh, I've been hysterical since I woke up this morning and fully realized what we did!"

"Well, then if you were so upset about it, why didn't you wake me up and kick me out? Better yet, why not kick me out right afterward?"

She didn't have an answer for that. Instead, Riley fought her way free and went to stand behind her usual chair. Reid made no attempt to go after her, thinking maybe she needed space at the moment. "Spencer, we acted very immorally last night and… it can't ever happen again. We cannot see each other outside of this office anymore."

Everything was slipping out of his fingers so quickly. He barely had a grasp on it in the first place. "Riley… you said you loved me."

She was suddenly shocked. "I said no such thing."

"You did!" he cried, not caring if anyone outside heard. "This morning. I said it to you and you said it back. You were half asleep, but the mind's subconscious makes us do things we often don't even know about."

For a moment, it seemed difficult for her to get any words out. Finally, she spoke. "You're mistaken. Dr. Reid, I don't love you. I think you're suffering from a condition called Transference-"

"Don't even-" He interrupted. He was starting to get mad.

"It's very common for patients to feel they have fallen in love with their psychiatrists, but it's just because you're feeling vulnerable."

"Oh, all of a sudden this is due to a mental condition. Funny, you weren't so diagnostically minded last night."

"Spencer! I'm sorry." She yelled. "Look, I should never have brought you back last night. I was feeling lonely and I hadn't had sex in a long time and I took advantage of you. That's all that happened! That's it and if you think that it meant something more, than the F.B.I. is right in thinking that you need medical help."

"It was real!" Reid yelled. "Don't stand there and try to convince me I'm crazy! I know you. I know you better than you think I do. You don't let your feelings show, you're stubborn as hell, and last night you exposed a very defenseless part of yourself and now you're running scared."

"The only reason I'm running is because I don't want to lose my license over a mistake."

"I'm a mistake?" He asked.

"No, I didn't mean that. Spencer, you have to realize, this isn't what you think it is."

"I opened myself up to you! Last night alone I told you a part of my past I've never been comfortable telling anyone! You have no idea how hard that ways for me, but I did it because I trust you! Because I love you. I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you! Can you explain that!"

"Spencer, my entire business is based on the attempt to help my patients open themselves up and find feelings that they've never been able to express before."

That was it. Silence rang in the room, and Spencer could take no more.

"Well, then, Dr. Parker, it must be said," he stated, walking over and opening the door. "You are very good at your job."

With that, he walked out and slammed the door. He walked past the receptionist and Dr. Andrews, but they didn't mention anything.

Alone now in her office, Riley stood alone. She felt like throwing up and her legs felt like Jell-O. Had she really just done that? Had she really just sent him away and said those things?

Slowly, she sat down in her chair. At first she thought he would walk back in, but that was complete denial. Reid never returned, and Riley was left alone in shock. How could she have done that?

No, she had decided this morning, on her drive to work through the plowed streets that this could go no further than last night. It would never work, it wasn't possible.

"Riley… you said you loved me." The words echoed in her head.

She denied it, but she knew it was true. She couldn't remember it, but as a psychiatrist she knew that the subconscious mind often revealed hidden things, especially while someone was sleeping.

And she knew because… she knew. She loved him, she'd known for awhile. And last night she had spoken the truth. She had wanted it to happen for a long time. But, it could go no further. Their jobs were at stake as well as her license. If anyone found out…

…was he really worth all that?

A knock on the door sounded. Riley sat up expectantly and was saddened to see it was Dr. Andrews. "Hey," he said, looking concerned. "You okay?"

She nodded, knowing how close she was to losing it. "Yeah," she said. "Why… why do you ask?" Did he hear anything?

"Your 12 o'clock left pretty quickly, I just wanted-"

"He had a case, I told him we'd reschedule."

"Oh," he said, not sounding like he bought it. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes," she said, faking a smiling. "I'm fine. I just… I was up late last night… preparing for tomorrow's trial. I'm just going to rest for a little bit."

"Okay," he said. "Let me know if you need anything."

"I will," she said quickly. Dr. Andrews smiled and left, closing the door.

Just as the door closed, the tears emerged and she completely lost it.