Disclaimer: … Do I really have to say it?

Author's note: A small slow chapter/epilogue/thingy. Fangz MorgaineStrange because you ask weird questions and correct all my your/you're-mistakes (not that I make that much! It's typos if anything... It's just that it's the only thing in my fics that actually makes her laugh) and for being downright awesome.

And without any further ado: The End:

Reid closed the door behind him and stripped himself of his gun and badge. He dropped his bag by the coffee table and went to his bedroom. He sighed as he eyed the messy pile of clothes on the floor. He hadn't wanted to do any tidying up when he moved back from Morgan's and suddenly the cases started lining up and in the brief breaks in between the urge to clean had remained absent.

He went into the main room and carefully chose a CD from his collection of Beethoven. He closed his eyes appreciatively as the music started playing and the soft tones of Piano Concerto no. 2 started flowing from his speakers.

He went back into his bedroom and started sorting the different pieces of clothing. Reid frowned at the large pile of slacks and a brief peak in his closet revealed no more than two clean pairs. With a concentrated looked Reid scooped all the clothes up before putting it in a big sports bag.

With the book over his shoulder he paused the music and shuffled down the stairs to the washing machines in the basement. He checked the pockets carefully before shoving the pants into the machine (you only wash your phone once) but frowned when his hand eventually met more than an empty pocket. Pulling up a small folded note Reid smiled as he remembered the only night out where he actually had fun. Avoiding the awkward and downright painful memories including Albert Reid thought of his conversation with the computer science professor who had understood everything he said and actually taught him a thing or two about his own fields of expertise.

With a faint smile still remaining on his lips Reid unfolded the note and he slowly read the words.

Himself a shadow, hunting shadows.

He held the note between his lips as he shoved the remaining slacks into the machine and started it. He hurried up he stairs and went directly to the old table serving as a desk in the corner of his bedroom. He pulled out paper and a pen and after a few moment he stared at 7 numbers that reminded him very much of a Washington-phone number.

Could it be?

Probably not.

But maybe?

Reid fought the urge to call Garcia and see if it was a real phone number and in that case to whom it belonged. In stead he went into his main room and pulled his phone from his bag, quickly pushing the numbers and hitting the small green button. If he hesitated he would he start considering the wisdom in his actions and thereby convincing him that he shouldn't try to call the number.

He listened to the beeps and tried to calm his erratic breathing.

"Tom Kealer."

"Um, hi. Th-this is Spencer Reid, D-dr. Spencer Reid." The illusion of confidence vanished when he started speaking and he felt his stutter hitting him full force. "I-I think we met at Jimmy's about a month ago?"

"Hello Spencer! I was started to wonder if you were ever going to call me!" Reid was left speechless for a moment.

"You waited for me to call?"

"I couldn't exactly do it myself, could I?" Reid smiled as soft laughter met his ear. "It's not every night I meet someone who's almost as smart as me and actually thinks I'm interesting to speak with."

"I thought you were pretty interesting..." Reid felt a little stupid, but he couldn't help the outburst – he had immense fun with the man.

"Likewise." Reid could hear the smile in Tom's voice and felt one spread across his own face.

"Do you... um... have plans? Like... tonight?" He bit his lip and held his breath in anticipation.

"I was planning on a slow night. Probably reading a book or doing some programming... Unless you got a better idea?"

"I don't know..." Reid smiled and finally settled on the edge of his favorite armchair. "Maybe we could meet up and talk about books? Or you could tell me how amazing my algorithms are?" The sound of laughter rewarded Reid's saucy comment.

"I'd like to do that..." Reid could hear the silent 'but' and waited with his heart sinking in his chest. "What about that possessive boyfriend of yours? Is he okay with you meeting up with strangers who'll probably end up praising you the entire evening?" Reid let out a big breath of relief.

"He probably wouldn't have liked it, but considering the fact that he's not my boyfriend anymore I think we should be okay..."

Didn't end up together :D

Sorry, but I just don't see them as a couple – they too different! But God – did they have amazing sex xD