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A/n here's the last chapter. Thank you again for all of your support. Well, folks this is it, the last two episodes in two days. I can't believe it.

The knife clattered to the stones and slid away into the shadows. Mr. and Mrs. Jarvis flew apart and threw their hands into the air in a manner that might've been comical if not for the situation. Spencer's head turned to the left so fast, a neck muscle cramped and he groaned. Had the team found him? How?

A figure stepped out of the shadows, but it wasn't a member of his team. It was Rachel and she held his gun in her hand. "Rachel," he gasped. "How?"

The gun shook in her hand as she advanced to him out of the darkness. Mr. and Mrs. Jarvis shrank back from her as though she were a ghost. "I killed him," Rachel whispered. "What have I done?"

"You did what was necessary and I thank you," Spencer said as he tried to wriggle free of his restraints.

"No." Rachel shook her head as she looked down at the dead man on the stone floor. "I – what have I done," she repeated and dropped down next to her father. "I am so sorry, Father. I love you."

Spencer watched with sorrow and pity in his eyes as Rachel tried to embrace her father. Scarlet blood stained her white clothing like an accusation and his stomach lurched when she pulled back and sat on her knees, sobbing. "It's not your fault," Spencer said. "Please Rachel, untie me and we'll leave this place, together."

"Leave," she sobbed. "I can not leave this place. I have nowhere to go."

She raised the gun and pointed it at her head. "I killed my father. I am damned."

"No," Spencer shouted. "You saved my life, Rachel. He was going to kill me."

"I committed murder," Rachel gasped. "I must pay for my crime."

"Rachel, please don't –"

She pulled the trigger and Reid screamed in anguish as she fell to the floor in a bloody heap. He turned his head away and as tears rolled down his face, the room around him wavered and disappeared. He blinked, then saw a white ceiling overhead. He sat up gasping for air as a man after a marathon run. His heart fluttered so fast, he felt ready to faint dead away.

"Hey," said a voice to his right. "Take it easy, Spencer."

Emily?

He turned to see one of his closest friends sitting on a chair and studying him closely. "Emily? Where? What? I don't understand." He looked down and saw that he was in a hospital bed.

"You were in a serious car accident on the I-64. It was a twelve car pile-up. You have a severe concussion and some bruises, and airbag burns to your head, but you'll be okay."

Reid reached up and winced at the burn on his face. "I don't remember."

"I'm not surprised. You've been in an out of it for twenty-four hours."

Finally, other stimuli reached him. He heard the heart monitor next to his bed beeping, and he felt the blood pressure cuff around his right arm and he smelled the antiseptic that always stained the air in any hospital.

"I –" He started to say, then subsided.

"That must've been quite a dream you had."

"A dream? It was so real. I thought that I was on a rural highway and my car broke down, and I was in a crash and then there was a tall man –"

"I want to hear all about it, but it looks like your doctor is back."

Spencer jerked in surprise when the tall man from his dreams entered the room with a clipboard in his hand. His heart monitor beeped frantically as his heart rate climbed drastically.

"Hey," Emily took one of his hands. "Calm down, Spencer. This is Dr. Francis. He's been looking after you since you were brought in."

"Hello, good to see you're awake."

"Ah, hello," Spencer greeted after looking over at Emily for support.

"You need me to leave," Emily asked.

"No," said Dr. Francis and Spencer at the same time.

"Please don't go," Spencer pleaded. "She can stay, right?"

"Of course."

A few minutes later, Spencer was pronounced well enough to leave the hospital, but that he shouldn't be alone. "Garcia's at your place with curry from The Star of India."

Spencer's eyebrows went up. "I am hungry," he admitted.

"Go easy," said Dr. Francis. "If the curry's too spicy save it for another day."

"I will," Spencer promised.

The doctor left and Emily said. "I should go, too."

"Why?"

Emily smirked at him. "You need to get dressed and I doubt you want me in here."

"Right," Spencer said. "Um, come back in ten minutes."

"Sure. Here's a change of clothes, Luke picked up for you."

Emily indicated the bag on the chair. "The ladies decided you didn't need us going through your clothing."

"Thanks for that," Spencer said. "I'll be ready in a minute."

Spencer was tying his tie when a tap came at the door. "Come in, Emily."

It wasn't Emily that entered the room, it was – he gaped in surprise. It was Rachel from his dreams. She wore a hospital gown, a blue robe, had a dressing on her head, mostly covering her blond hair, but he recognized the eyes and the face. She sat in a wheelchair pushed by Mrs. Jarvis. What? Mrs. Jarvis. Here?

"I'm sorry to intrude, but we're neighbors and I wanted to check on you," said Rachel – if that was her name – Spencer didn't know.

"I'm sorry, do we know each other."

The woman in the wheelchair frowned. "You don't remember me."

"I don't," he said, but he wanted to remember her.

"We met at Club Spiral in Richmond. We danced and –"

A fog seemed to lift off his brain. "Yes. I remember," Spencer said and made her smile. "You're Rachel."

"Yes," she said. "You're Spencer."

"I am."

"Are you okay," she asked as Emily entered the room behind the woman who looked exactly like Mrs. Jarvis but must be Rachel's nurse. The woman glowered at all of them but they roundly ignored her.

"I'm fine. What happened to you?"

"We were in separate cars, but we left together and were on the Interstate at the same time. I guess we were going in the same direction. There was a third car that lost control in the rainstorm and she hit you. That's all I remember."

"You need your rest," said the nurse.

"I know," said Rachel and rolled her eyes. Spencer almost laughed.

"I remember that I gave you my number," he said. "Call me when you're well."

"I'll call you tomorrow whether I'm here or not," Rachel said resolutely and made Emily grin.

"What are you laughing at?"

Emily turned to him after Rachel left the room. "I'm not laughing. I'm glad you met someone that seems nice."

"She is," Spencer said and thought about the dances and the conversation they'd shared at the club. "I can't believe I almost forgot her.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah. I hate hospitals."

"I don't blame you. You spend enough time in them."

"That's not funny," Spencer complained.

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Three days later, Spencer was attempting to read his second book of the day when his phone rang. "Hello."

"Hi," said a familiar voice. "How's your head."

"It's fine. The headache is gone and the bruising is nearly faded away. How are you?"

"I'm doing well enough to go home today."

"That's wonderful, Rachel."

"So, I wondered if you'd like to go out and grab a coffee in a couple of days."

"I'd love to. I'll call you later."

"Sounds good."

He put his phone on the coffee table and reached for his book. He attempted to read but kept going back to the vivid dream he'd had in the hospital. It was so real, he truly thought he was experiencing the entire story in some alternate universe. It was strange, but not surprising that his brain cast real people from his life in the dream, including an orderly from the hospital in the role of Jarvis.

He decided it was too much to try and figure out the reason for the dream and what it meant. Rachel was the most important element and she was real. He looked at his phone again and thought that maybe he'd finally met someone who'd understand him and who'd care about him despite his flaws.

THE END