There was no window on the door, just a sign that said Exam Room 3. Reid gripped the handle and slowly pushed the door open, not wanting to disturb her. He stepped in, immediately spotting her. Riley was lying on the exam table, wearing a wrap around gown that covered her down to her knees. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling, staring above her in astonishment. The dilated pupils with her wild, frizzy hair gave her an almost crazed appearance. Her arms were folded under head as a kind of pillow as she watched nothing in wonder.
She didn't even take notice of Reid walking into the room. Reaching the table, he brushed her forehead, trying to get her attention. When she didn't move, he glanced up to try and see what captured her attention. "What are you looking at?" He asked.
"The lights," She whispered, smiling, indicating the low watt fluorescent bulbs in the center of the room. "They're so pretty... why don't we have lights like that at home?"
"Uh..." He hadn't been expecting that. "That's a good question, I don't know."
At last, she looked to her visitor and gasped, obviously unaware to whom she was speaking to. "Spencer!" She exclaimed, sitting up. "Hi!"
"Hi," He repeated, much softer than she. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel... good." She grinned. Her legs swung over the side, sitting before him. "I mean, I've got this horrible taste in my mouth... it's like soap, but other than that, I feel really good."
"Yeah, you... inhaled a lot of water." He informed. She might have been feeling great, but he was nothing short of horrible. He couldn't even meet her eyes, feeling his mouth go dry as he tried over and over to talk.
Concerned, Riley reached to brush some of his hair off his temple. "What's the matter, Baby?"
His chest was starting to feel tight, like it were trying to strangle his own heart as punishment. He gave up on talking and simply pulled her into his arms, holding her as tight as possible.
"I am so sorry," He mumbled into her shoulder. He didn't want to start crying, but he wasn't sure he could stop it.
Breathing suddenly became easier as she held him in return. "What are you sorry for, Sweetheart?"
"You could have died... if I had been just a few seconds late, you'd be dead." Tears dripped out to fall on her gown. "I could have lost you. You mean everything to me and I could have lost you. I am so sorry I let this happen."
"Spencer," She said, pulling away to meet his eyes. Her hand slid to cup his cheek. "I didn't die... because of you, I didn't die. You saved me. You're always saving me."
"If I hadn't let you go back there, you wouldn't have needed saving in the first-"
"Shh," she grinned, putting a hand to his lips to muffle his speech. "Would you please shut up and just let me make over how wonderful you are?"
Reid couldn't help but smile against the tips of her soft fingers. Her other hand traveled to entwine in his hair again. She pulled him close enough to meet his brow with hers, looking deeply into his eyes. She could read all the unspoken emotions he felt for her in those eyes.
"I can't tell you how happy I am that you're okay." He said, his hands sliding around her waist. "I promise I will never put you in that kind of harm again. I know you told me not to make promises, but I will die before I break that one. You mean everything to me... I love you."
"Oh... I love you, too." She proclaimed.
Reid smiled, reaching down to give her a warm kiss. She hummed softly against his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her hand left his hair, moving her arm to wrap around his waist, bringing him closer.
They pulled apart and Riley searched his eyes for a moment. She lowered her voice, as if afraid someone would overhear. "Spencer... can I ask you a question?"
"Anything, Sweetheart." He replied.
Her eyes went upward, looking to the ceiling again. "Can you tell me how many holes are up there? There are so many. Those pretty lights were so distracting and I kept losing count."
Reid glanced up, the typical cheap tiling laid overhead. It was an odd question, but he fulfilled her request. Reid took just a moment to count and multiply the numbers. "45,673, approximately."
Meeting his eyes again, she gaped for a long moment. "Oh my God, you are so smart!" She shook her head. "I had no idea you were so smart, Spencer!"
"I have a feeling you did," He said, trying not to laugh. It shouldn't be funny; she hadn't gotten this way by choice and tomorrow morning, she was going to feel sick and terrible. But she was just so adorably cute, he couldn't help but grin.
"What are you smiling about?" She grumbled playfully.
"Nothing," He shook his head, his hands falling down to her hips. "We're going to get you out of here soon. Rossi got us a room at a different hotel, so we'll head there and I'll put you to bed."
"Funny, I have the exact same plan for you." She giggled, starting to press kisses on his jaw. She moved to his neck, nipping a bit at the sensitive flesh.
She was getting much too frisky, the drugs had completely robbed her of her inhibitions. Riley was affectionate in public, but she would never dream of making out in a place like this, where just anyone could walk in on them. "Riley," He tried to get her attention. "Riley... Sweetheart, you can't do this here." Her grip on him was so tight and he had trouble pulling away, not wanting to hurt her.
As he struggled, he heard a knock on the door. "Come in," Reid called, still trying to get her to release her grip on him.
The door opened slowly and Emily poked her head in. "Hey," she said, "Can we come in?"
"Sure, I could use some help." Reid said, at last feeling her ease the hold on him. Emily opened the door, allowing herself and Morgan to enter. Riley was delighted at the sight of her friends, her feet dangling over the edge like a five year old.
"Hi!" Riley cried as she spotted everyone.
"Yeah, you certainly are, aren't you?" Morgan teased. He looked to Reid, "Is she going to be alright?"
"Yes, she's just a little intoxicated, but she'll sober up after some sleep." He informed, brushing aside some of her hair, looking over her face. "Hopefully, she'll be able to tell us some things to help the profile."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" Riley grumbled. "Can we leave now please, we're wasting time... Remember?" She smirked, "You want to put me to bed?"
Reid glared at the sound of the stifled laughter around him before replying. "We have to wait for the doctor to come back. And then we're going to get you changed."
"I guess I would look silly if I left in this dress." She said, fingering the gown spread over her lap. "I mean, I'm not even wearing underwear, and in this outfit, it's awfully breezing down there."
"Oh, man," Morgan laughed. "She is really stoned, isn't she?"
"At least she's conscious." Emily noted in an effort to find the silver lining.
Riley, gasped, as if she'd just realized who she was speaking to. "Emily!"
"What?" She asked. It was getting harder to control her laughter. Her sides were beginning to hurt from trying to compress the pressure inside her body. And from the shuddering behind her, Morgan had the same problem.
"Wait until you see my doctor!" She exclaimed. She emitted a sigh, "He is so incredibly sexy. I mean, if I weren't married and there wasn't that whole morale thing about dating patients, I would be all over him without a second thought." She glanced at her exasperated husband, lowering her voice a bit. "Although, considering our past history, I don't typically have a problem with the ladder, do I?"
Riley giggled as she nudged Reid in the ribs, who's face was turning a bright shade of red. "Okay, I think we need a change of subject." Emily informed, a bit embarrassed. "Riley, why don't you lay back and rest so you don't over exert yourself."
"Hey, it's just a suggestion!" Riley announced. "I mean, look at you! You're an outrageously gorgeous woman, you shouldn't be wasting it being alone all this time! I mean, you guys think she's pretty right?"
"Right," Reid agreed, nodding. "She's very pretty."
"She's beautiful," Morgan muttered, his eyes looking as far away from human life as possible. Emily was a little surprised by that. He'd told her she was beautiful and always found new ways to make her feel it, since she'd met him, practically. He often said it in passing or when he wanted her to do something, and there were of course the whispers he uttered in the throes of passion. But she had never heard it like that... like all he wanted was to admit it wasn't true.
Another knock sounded on the door, "Who is it?" Riley called, as if it could be anyone to be concerned about.
Garcia and JJ opened the door, stepping in. "We have returned triumphant!"
"It's just a few things to tie you over for a few days, just in case you can't get anything out of your suite." JJ said, indicating their shopping.
He took a quick glance inside, stunned. "Guys... you didn't have to do all this. This is enough to last us a whole week. As soon as I can get my credit card, I will pay you back."
"Don't worry about it." Garcia exclaimed. "Just think of it as another wedding present. Any excuse to shop, really."
JJ smiled, like Garcia needed an excuse to spoil anyone she cared about. "Hotch and Rossi are waiting out in the hall. Why don't you guys join them while we help her change?"
Reid didn't see why he needed to leave, but agreed, leading Morgan to the door. Emily glanced one more time at his retreating back as he stepped into the corridor, and the door closed them inside.
Without a second thought, Riley pulled the gown over her head. She didn't have a bit of humility at the moment, it seemed. Riley stumbled a bit, barely able to keep her balance with her senses distorted. "You know something girls," She said. "I am fairly certain that I have the most wonderful man in the world as my husband."
"Well, JJ might be up for a debate, but I think that's a pretty safe bet." Garcia said, allowing Riley to lean on her while she started pulling on her underwear.
"Yeah..." she mumbled, "And can you believe I almost pushed him away? That there was a time I didn't want him in my life? I can't believe I was that stupid."
"You were scared, Sweetie, we get that." JJ said, holding a hoodie for her once her jeans were on. It wad definitely a tourist's shirt, having a large scene of Big Ben on the front of it, but it would do. "I was so terrified to let anyone know I was dating Will, I kept it secret for a year. And it was all because I was scared."
"It's just so silly when you think about it, though. I mean... I was terrified I would let myself fall in love and Spencer would just break my heart or we'd wind up just like my parents. Always fighting, hating everything about each other... and you wonder why two people who are so miserable together won't just get divorced ... but now? If one day I discover he doesn't feel the same way anymore, I'll be heartbroken... but I'll be happy knowing we did have happiness once. A person deserves to have happiness with the person he loves... even if it's just for a moment."
Emily was silent as she let Riley's words sink in. The stoned girl's words had some truth to them, it seemed. If all they could have was a moment of happiness, she would take it.
"Girls... I am glad you're all here." Riley muttered as Garcia helped pull her crazy frizz out of the sweatshirt. "I trust you guys and... I've got a confession to make... something I've been keeping in for a long time. If anyone knew about it, it could ruin my life and Spencer's... but I have to tell someone. It's eating me inside."
All three girls looked at each other with shock, unsure what she could have to say that was so serious. "What?" JJ asked, suspecting she may regret that once she knew.
She lowered her voice to a hushed tone. "The first time Spencer and I slept together... he was actually my patient."
Their fear evaporated instantly, unable to stop themselves from laughing. Riley wasn't sure why they found it so funny, but after a moment, she joined right in.
It was almost three by the time the team got to the hotel. Reid took Riley to check in while the others headed to their rooms, all agreeing to meet in the lobby by ten tomorrow morning. Later than usual, but no one could deny they needed a little rest. Since the unsub had lost his chosen victims, he wasn't going to kill anyone tonight, and he may not go after another couple until he claimed these two. It may have bought them some time.
Emily stood outside her door, pretending to unlock it. As she slowly heard the click, she looked around the hall. JJ was just stepping in. She turned to close the door of her room, catching her eye. Before she could ask if anything was wrong, Emily quickly hurried inside. She had a plan and didn't want anyone becoming wise to it. She knew this was not a good idea, but it was the last thing she cared about right now. Because if all they had was one night of pure bliss, she'd take it just to have him one more time.
The minutes felt like hours as she waited, her hand on the knob. Emily glanced out the peephole, just to check if the hall was clear. JJ's door was closed; no one stood outside. Carefully, she turned the handle and opened the door. Up one way and down the other, she found the corridor clear. Her hands were delicate as she closed the door, as softly as possible, and tiptoed down the hall.
Three doors over, she stopped and knocked quietly, hoping he hadn't just gone straight to bed. Emily waited in nervous silence, hoping Reid and Riley wouldn't appear on that elevator before she could get inside. At last, the door opened, finding Morgan's questioning expression.
"Prentiss," He muttered, "What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you," She said quickly, looking down the hall again. "Please, can I come in?"
"It's late, Prentiss, we'll talk in the morning." He informed, going to shut the door.
"Please," Emily begged in a hiss. "It's important."
Morgan let out a sigh and moved to let her in. The last thing he wanted to do was sit down and talk with her in the wee hours of the morning, not when he already had enough trouble trying to keep his mind off her long enough to fall asleep. Morgan was finding he had a lot of trouble sleeping without wrapping his arms around her, like a kid needing his teddy bear.
He closed the door, gathering his strength before he turned around. As he locked locked the door, he asked. "Alright, what's this about, Prentiss?"
Taken by surprise, Morgan was shoved against the door just as he turned around. Emily reached up, bringing his head closer to meet her in a kiss, not even bothering to be sweet and gentle. It turned passionate so quickly, it sent a shiver through his body. But he resisted pulling her into his arms.
Their kiss broke and Emily smirked seductively at him. Without a word, she pulled away and fingered the first button on her blouse, quickly started to unfasten each one.
"You just going to stand there?" She asked, her blouse flying off to reveal her violet lace bra. "Or are you going to help me with this task? It goes faster with two people."
"What are you doing?" He demanded, amazed as she slipped her shoes off before going to the button of her pants.
Her watched her chest rise and lower with each heavy breath she took, wanting desperately to pull her onto that bed and not have a coherent thought for the rest of the night. How he found the strength to keep his distance from her was a phenomenon.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked, shoving her pants away. She stood before him in her bra and matching panties, a pair of black knee high nylons on her long, slender legs. "You're a profiler, why don't you use your expert skills and tell me."
He snapped his eyes up to hers, the only part of her he could look at without losing his train of thought. "Wasn't it just a few days ago, you told me you didn't want me anymore?"
"I never said I didn't want you." She corrected. "I said this isn't going to work out. And I'd rather have you as a friend than let this spiral out of control."
"What has happened over the last few days that made you change my mind?" He wondered, folding his arms over her chest. It was getting harder to keep eye contact with her, her longs curves screaming at him to be touched. "Is this about me making plans with Eden?"
"This isn't about changing my mind, this isn't about Inspector Eden, this is about me wanting you tonight. And I know you want me, too. Are you going to stand there and keep pretending you don't?" She'd been craving his touch for days, like an addict needing a fix. She was getting desperate to feel each of his tight, rippling muscles turn to puddy in her hands.
This was an odd change of events. Normally, he was the one insisting they get into bed while the woman pressed to know what this would lead to. Still, though, Emily meant more to him than a casual one night stand... she always had. But he was more afraid of losing her now more than ever. If he demanded what he wanted from her now, he was certain she'd deny him. She'd redress and walk out and he'd lose her forever.
"Are you sure this what you want?" He asked, always gentleman with her. "I don't want you to regret this."
Emily gave him a smile. Talking was the last thing on her mind. "Derek, I'm standing here half naked, completely sober, and hungry for your body. I don't want us to define this messed up arrangement. I want you to shut up and take off your pants!"
He couldn't help but smile at her, reaching for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. No one was more direct with him than Emily. "Your wish is my command, Princess." He said, revealing his beautiful torso before him. Emily couldn't stop herself any longer, hurrying forward and running her hands on every inch she could find, meeting his lips again. Her fingers traced a trail down his perfect abs to his belt, expertly removing his buckle.
"What brought this sudden change of heart?" He wondered as their lips separated. He moved down to nibble on her neck, right in the spot that always made her gasp and squeak.
"Just... something Riley said." She uttered, her eyes clamped shut as she struggled to speak. "She and Reid are so happy together... and she said... mmm..." He moved back up to claim her lips again by surprise. He helped her hands push his pants off his hips as their kiss broke, meeting her eyes. "She said it doesn't matter what happens tomorrow... tonight they're happy and she will have that for the rest of her life." Emily wrapped her arms around his neck, reaching up to rest her brow on his. "I want to be happy with you tonight. We'll worry about everything else in the morning."
Morgan grinned again, bringing her soft body against his. Such a strong, capable woman; it was a surprise how fragile she felt in his embrace. "The morning isn't that far away."
"Then let's not waste anymore time talking." She muttered against his lips, teasing him with the slightest bit of pressure. Morgan took the intuitive and brought her into another kiss. They were going to feel very bad in the morning. They were going to regret giving into this instead of having a little willpower. But right now, it didn't matter. Not when they needed each other so much. Right now all they wanted was to hold and love each other and forget there was a cold, cruel world they had to face alone.
Reid struggled off the elevator, trying to carry the shopping bags while leading his wife at the same time. She was busy nuzzling his neck and giggling, her warms wrapped around his waist as she followed his lead.
"Has anyone ever told you how sexy you, Dr. Reid?" She muttered, swiping her tongue on the spot below his ear. He loved it when she did that, tensing up as he tried to keep a solid head.
"You've mentioned that before." He replied with a small smile, at last reaching their door. He set the bags down, pulling out the key card. No matter how hard he tried, however, he could angle himself to unlock the door while she kept holding and kissing him like this.
"Rye... Riley," He mumbled, struggling see around all the crazy curls. "Sweetheart, I need to... I have to unlock the door."
"I can't help it." She smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "You're just too gorgeous, I can't keep my hands off you."
He hated to tell her she'd be keeping her hands off him for the rest of the night, but she did need her sleep. "True, but we can't get to bed if I can't unlock the door." He pecked a chaste kiss on her lips to soften the blow as he pushed her away. "You just stand here and we'll be in in a minute."
"Okay," He muttered, biting her lip as she watched him. She didn't obey his request for more than a second, feeling her arms go around him from behind. Reid felt her lips on the back of his neck as he struggled to work the key in the slot. It was very distracting. At last, the light turned green as the handle clicked and Reid stepped inside.
"Spencer," Riley called from the doorway. He turned back, looking at her expectantly. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
He set the shopping on the bed, a quizzical expression on his face. She indicated the entrance. "Bride, threshold. Aren't you supposed to carry me?"
He chuckled, at least he could humor her. He set the shopping beside the bed and returned to her scooping her into his protective embrace. Her arms went around his neck as she clung on, unable to silence her giggles.
"You're so cute," She mumbled against his cheek as she pressed little kisses to him. "My big strong hero. What did I do to deserve you?"
For once, Reid didn't have an answer. He clung to her for a moment, still shaken from almost losing her. They walked passed the window, spotting the glowing city laid out before them. Here, they had a beautiful view of Tower Bridge and the Thames River. "It's so beautiful here," She mumbled, staring out the window.
"I know. Now, let's get you ready for bed." He said softly, setting her to her feet.
Her legs were weak as she stumbled a bit, almost falling to the floor. Reid reached out quickly in order to grab her.
"Whew..." She mumbled, shaking her head. "I'm dizzy."
"It's okay," He said assured, keeping her upright. "I'll help you change, you just hang onto me."
Riley obeyed his command as he looked through the bags, searching for pajamas. "I think we should move here."
Pulling out the clothes, he laughed. "You want to move here now?"
"Yes, it would be so wonderful! We would Londoners! We'll quit our jobs and move to England, it will be brilliant! We'll buy a flat and eat fish and chips and call everyone lovie and govener. And our kids! Our kids would have the accents. It would so cute!"
Just as he was about to set the items on the bed, he stopped. Reid looked at her so seriously, wondering if that comment was just from the drugs of if her subconscious had just released something secret. "You never mentioned anything about kids before." He stood up, looking at her so gravely. "We haven't talked about it since... before we got engaged. Not seriously, anyway... Have you changed your mind? Do you want kids?"
"I don't know," she sighed, looking up at the ceiling absentmindedly. He set them on the bed and slipped his hands on her t-shirt, helping her lift it over her head. "I don't think it's so much I want them... I just don't not want them, either..."
Reid's hope fell away as quickly as it had appeared. There was no hope getting a straight answer out of her now, she was much too disorientated to talk about anything serious right now. But perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to bring the subject up again, once she was in her right mind.
Letting the subject go, Reid's hands slipped under sweatshirt. He easily slid it over her head. "You know what this reminds me of?" She asked, clinging to his arms as he undid the button of her jeans. "When we were in Seattle... and I asked you to help me change."
"Yeah..." He agreed, pushing the denim off her hips. "Thanks for letting me keep my eyes open this time."
She put her arms around his neck as she stepped out of her pants. "Did you know," she whispered, leaning into his ear, "that I almost kissed you that night?"
He tensed a bit at that. Reid had always suspected, but he had never been sure. They had never talked about that night again or most of those seven months apart. Besides, it didn't matter. They were together now and it didn't matter how they got here.
"No, I didn't," he replied. He held out the lime green pajama pants for her to step into. "Why didn't you?"
"You know why. I was stupid and scared...I'm scared of everything." She mumbled, looking him over with such adoration as his gentle touch helped her get ready for bed. "Why do you love me, Spencer? I'm such a mess."
"Yes, you are." He grinned, grabbing her tank top. He guided the shirt over her head, her frizzy hair falling down her back as she reached to pull him closer. "But you're my mess."
He put on arm around her, pulling her to him for a gentle kiss. As their lips parted, she gave a very sinister smirk, keeping her body right against his. "Well, now that we're ready, how can I ever thank you for saving me, Dr. Reid?"
"You don't have to thank me." He informed while resting his hands on her hips. "Just knowing you're alright is enough for me."
She rolled her eyes, her grin growing wider. "You're such a gentleman, Spencer, but that is not a proper thank you."
With that, Riley pulled him close and gave him a heavy kiss. Even in her hazy state, she knew just how to drive him crazy, which just made this so much harder. Her hand fell on the hem of his pants, pulling him towards the bed.
"Riley," he said sternly, refusing to be brought on the bed. "Riley, Sweetheart, no. We have to go to bed."
"What's wrong?" She moaned, running her hand through his long hair. "Don't you love me?"
"Of course I love you." He assured. "I wouldn't have saved you if I didn't love you."
"You're always saving me," She sighed. "That's why you deserve a proper reward."
With that, she took him by surprise and flipped him onto his back, lying on the bed. He didn't have a moment to respond before she had joined moved on him, straddling his waist. She looked down at him, giggling before reaching down to meet claim his lips.
Her hands were everywhere. On his chest, in his hair, her lips moving from his down to his neck, right at the spot that paralyzed his body. Reid was tired, he didn't want to fight this and loved the feel of her warm body after all this time. But he couldn't take advantage of her when she was in this state. Fighting with every one of his instincts, Reid struggled to find his voice.
"Riley," He grabbed her as forcefully as possible without hurting her, making her sit upright. "Baby... we can't do this."
"Yes we can. We're here, we're married... I think it's legal in this country." She grinned, trying to kiss him again.
"I know that, Baby, but... you're high right now." He informed. "I know you don't realize it, but your mind is impaired. And I can't take advantage of you when you're like this. It wouldn't be fair."
She rolled her eyes, her breathing labored already. "Spencer, don't you realize? I'm your wife now. You can do whatever you want to me whenever you want."
At last, she managed to break free of his arms and reach down to continue her work on his neck. Her little confession was enough to put him in his right mind. He couldn't give into her now if he tried. Mustering his strength, Reid grabbed Riley and pulled her off him, putting them back on their feet.
"That's enough." He ordered sternly. Riley fixed him with the saddest pair of sparkling brown eyes he'd ever seen.
"What's wrong?" She whimpered, her eyes beginning to water. "Are you mad at me?"
"No," He assured, brushing a hand on her cheek. "I am not mad at you. But you need to lay down. Alright? Lay down on the bed."
Obeying his command, he watched as she crawled across the covers to her side of the bed. If he could just get her to aly down and stay calm, she'd relax enough to fall asleep. He eased himself beside her as she got comfortable on the pillows.
"There you go," He smiled, "put your hands on your stomach. And take some deep breaths."
"You just need some rest. You'll head will feel much clearer in the morning, I promise. You just need some sleep." He explained, speaking softly.
Already, he could see her enegry was fading, so much so, she didn't even want to fight him. "Okay," she agreed. "I do feel a little sleepy."
"You just relax..." He informed. "Everything will be better when you wake up."
Reid looked over her face, admiring how beautiful she was. He couldn't take his eyes off her, unable to think how close he'd come to losing her just three short hours ago.
Her droopy eyes stared at him lovingly. He continued nuzzling the apple of her cheek with his hand. "You know, I don't know where you got that twisted idea about marriage... but you should know just because we're married does not mean I get to do whatever I want to you."
"That's what husbands want, though." She mumbled. "A wife who will do whatever he wants to keep him happy... so there's no fighting, no hitting, no fear. Now I know you'd never hurt me... but I'd hate myself if I made you miserable... I'm terrified you made mistake with me. So whatever I have to do to keep you happy and keep you with me for fifty years... I will do it."
She was far more twisted than he'd ever realized. "Riley..." He whispered, leaning closer to her. "First of all, even if I could do whatever I wanted to you, I would never do anything more than I do now. I could never treat you with anything but love and respect. I would never do anything to hurt you, I'd never take advantage you like that. And just so you know, I'm happy. Being with you is the happiest I've ever been. And every day, I get even happier. And that's because of you. I can't imagine how happy I'll be in fifty years... but I know I will be."
It was her turn to brush her cheek, one lazy hand resting against his face. "I really don't know what I did to deserve you."
He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feel of her touch. "I feel the exact same way."
"Thank you for saving me... I love you."
"I love you, too. And you're very welcome." He repled, reaching over to give her tender kiss. "Now try to get some sleep."
"I will," She muttered, resting against the pillow, her speech becoming even more slurred as exhaustion started to set in. "But you have to remember something, Spencer. It's extremely important."
Concerned, "What?"
She closed her eyes, her reply barely comprehsible. "The angels have the phone box."
Reid laughed, pulling his beautiful Snow White into his arms as she drifted off to sleep. "We've been in London too long."