Chapt 2: Knight Errant

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(Knock, knock, knock)

Silence

(Knock, knock, knock)

Noise. Rustling. Movement.

"Hello?"

The solid door cracked open slightly offering Reid a view of striking deep green eyes. Even bloodshot and obviously frightened they were captivating.

Finding his voice, "Sorry to bother you, but there was…"

"I'm alright," a soft shaky voice cut in.

Hearing the uncertainty in her voice and seeing the fear in her eyes, her was more than a little skeptical of her initial response. "The police will probably be by to check on you."

Her eyes widened making the deep green seem to flare for an instant. "You called them?"

"I had to… …you're sure you're okay?"

Her beautiful eyes cast downwards as her face pressed into the door, "I just… It was a nightmare… I'm fine." She knew he didn't believe her but he didn't press the matter.

Instead, he gave her a concerned scrutiny followed by a curt nod, ending with, "Alright," as he turned away.

He'd only traveled a few steps when her voice, a little stronger now, called, "Thank you."

He stopped and turned. The door had opened further to expose a bit more of the owner of the voice.

Dark brown hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders with just enough fire red to give it a rich burgundy shine. Her face was full and strong like Elle's but with the smooth lines he admired in J.J.

A quirky smile graced his lips, "My pleasure." Staring down at his bare feet for a moment he added, "I'm right above you if you need… anything… talk… whatever…"

When she nodded in acknowledgement Spencer got a quick look at one of the brightest and most honest smiles he'd ever seen.

As he made his way back to his own apartment he found himself admiring the strength of someone who could feel so much heart-wrenching hurt and still possess such a smile.

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As she closed the door, she realized she didn't even know who her white knight was. He had to be a white-knight- in all her years, all her nightmares, all her screams in the night no-one, not even her lovers, had offered such selfless concern. He actually called the cops- the thought made her smile and lifted her spirits; someone out there still cared about people. Hell, she thought, he probably tilts at windmills. too.

Breaking out of her reverie, she forced herself to start coffee, if the police were coming she could at least be hospitable, and in the morning she'd have to find out more about her knight.