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Buried Beneath Still Waters

Chapter 5

Spencer got ready for bed, washed his face and brushed his teeth. This time he anticipated the temperature drop and turned the heat up. He thought about taking a cold shower to relieve some of the tension, instead he opted for a book in bed. That lasted about five minutes because he couldn't concentrate. He found himself staring at the pages lost in a day dream about the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, at the dinner table. He loved that she was neat and clean while preparing the food, not leaving a huge mess for them to clean up. And he also loved that she was very feminine and took her hair tie out before they ate, making herself beautiful for him while they shared the meal. In his fantasy he thought it was for him. He didn't want to think she was like that with everyone. He wanted her to belong to him and only him. He chastised himself. He knew he couldn't claim her and it was wrong to even dream about it. Spencer finally gave in and turned out the light, trying to go to sleep.

Some time after midnight his cell phone rang. He was wide awake but it startled him anyway. "Reid." He said in his FBI tone.

"Spencer where are you? Is everything alright?" Garcia asked a touch of worry in her voice.

"I'm fine Penelope. I came home, or well back east." For some reason he didn't want to tell her where he was.

"Oh my God Spencer, you need to tell us where you are." She sounded annoyed, then softened her voice. "I love you, do you know that?"

"I do, I love you too. I just had to take some time for myself."

"I understand that, pudding. I only called your hotel to see if you wanted to go see a show with Kevin and I, but when you were already checked out I worried. Glad you're okay, kiss, kiss my boy. See you soon."

The call was over but Spencer still held his phone. After 9pm Pacific time, so he couldn't call to check on his mother. He was lonely, longing to talk to someone even for a few minutes. Without giving it much thought Reid pressed speed dial 3 and was shocked to hear it was ringing.

"Hello."

Reid couldn't speak his words were caught in his raw throat, but it had nothing to do with the smoke inhalation. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. Spencer didn't even try to fight them.

"Hello…Reid are you there son?"

He thought about hanging up, really considered it. What would he say to this man anyway? His phone was still in service and yet he never gave Spencer a call. "Not a word from you in three years and all this time you were reachable with one call!"

"Spencer listen…I'm sorry and I miss you." Gideon's voice cracked.

Furry washed over Reid. The overwhelming need to talk to Gideon, his mentor, the man he secretly called father, overrode it. "All this time you could have called me." The fight was gone from Spencer's voice all that remained was sorrow.

"I'm so sorry. I…I…I thought…you wouldn't want to talk to me."

After Reid talked to Gideon for awhile listening to the man explain the reasons for not getting in touch Reid felt more frustrated than before he called. 'Didn't know what to say to me, didn't know if I would want to hear from you. Didn't he understand what he was for me, a father?' Reid ranted as he moved around the dark bedroom. He was getting dressed, not really thinking about his actions. He grabbed his car keys out of the silver tray, slipped his arms into a jacket while simultaneously stepping into his shoes. He let the screen door slam behind him as he stomped off to his car muttering under his breath all the frustrations he was feeling.

Working the nerve to get out of the car took longer than the drive to her door. What was he going to say to her at 1:30 in the morning? 'Nothing! I'm not going to say a damn thing.' He spoke out loud as he got out of the car.

Ryan couldn't sleep her mind was very actively thinking about Dr. Reid. Pounding on her front door gave her a moment of panic, slipping out of bed and put on her terry cloth bathrobe over her burgundy silk spaghetti strap nightgown. She turned on the porch light and was stunned to see Spencer there.

"Is something wro…." He didn't let her finish he grabbed her pushing her against her open door, covering her mouth with his. They groped at one another, angling their mouths making the kiss deep. Spencer pushed his body against hers pinning her to the wooden door. Ryan lifted her leg rubbing her foot along his calf as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. This was sweet agony and Ryan hoped to God it wasn't a dream. Her hand tangled into his hair and the other gripped his shoulder. Reid put his hand on the leg that she raised, at the thigh holding her against him, cupping her face with his other hand.

Spencer backed his body up two inches, remaining in the kiss, before pushing against her once more as he left her mouth to kiss her neck. He repeated that movement a few more times grinding into her. With each kiss and each caress he felt his frustration leaking out of him as desire consumed him. He buried his face and gasped against her shoulder as she caressed his neck, kissing the side of his head. His body was rigid and there was no hiding the rock hard erection he had. Suddenly Spencer realized what he was doing. He pulled away from her and without a word stormed off her porch to his car. He drove away quickly. Had he stayed a moment longer he would have taken her, right there, and right then, against her front door.

Ryan could not believe what just happened. If her lips were not red and swollen from his stubble she would have thought it was a dream. She let out a long sigh. 'Why did he leave? Obviously he wanted to stay, wanted to be with her.' He left in such a hurry she never got to say a word. She remained plastered against her door staring out to the street where he was parked moments before, willing him to realize he made a mistake and come back.

'That was a mistake! What was I thinking? You're nuts doctor, maybe you should see a doctor.' If he would say the things that were going through his mind at this moment he would need medical attention. He shut off the car in front of the cabin, closing his eyes, he thought about the feel of her body pressed against him and the touch of her lips. When he nuzzled her neck he found the source of the fruity scent, her hair. Her beautiful silky brown hair smelled like fruit stripe gum. He longed to inhale that scent once again and to discover the rest of her body's hidden treasures.

He hurt physically, ever muscle in his body screaming for release. Spencer went into the cabin, stripped bare. Climbing into the shower, he let the cold water hit him directly in the crotch, shaking with need, as he grasped the tile wall.

A/N Special thanks to CSK for helping me with the forensic aspects of the case. Without you Crime Scene Kelly my case would be a bunch of fabricated foolishness. From the bottom of my heart a very big thank you for your time and effort!

Thanks to all of you who are out there proof reading, giving me suggestions and helpful hints. And to you the reader for your reviews and your continued support!