Set before 100, after Omnivore.

Room with a View

Spencer Reid knew he'd always be the damsel. He had accepted that a while ago. What he hadn't expected, though, was to find himself staring back at his lover with a rose in his hand, watching as he rode off on a train where he would never see him again.

Spencer, I regret to inform you this, but I have to go. They're going to find me soon, and I just can't let you be a casualty of that. I won't let you get hurt because of this, so I'm going to be leaving soon.

To be honest, he hadn't expected to feel a familiar hand lay gently on his shoulder, either.

"Garcia," he breathed, torn between being angry and breaking down in tears. He should've known she had found out about his love, but then again he'd been too distracted lately to notice a lot of things.

I promise you that I am fine for now, and if that changes I will find a way to tell you. Hopefully I'll be able to tell you that I'm well, too, and that I can write to you again even sooner than I think I'll be able to.

"He's gone," she frowned. "You should've known this was going to happen."

"I know," he whisperer, letting his long, curly hair fall aimlessly in front of his eyes. He let the rose fall to the ground as he watched the train take off. George Foyet had just escaped and was now on the run. There was no way that they could stay together without someone finding out about them, so they had both decided it would be best if Foyet left. Foyet had promised that he would write to Reid every chance he had, but in the meantime their whole relationship was on hold.

If something happens and you need to contact me, look to the rose. An emergency number should be written on the leaf that had been taped on- the fake leaf.

Garcia sighed as she picked up the flower Reid had dropped. She shrugged an arm around the young man's arm and ruffled his hair. He smiled sadly at her before letting out a shaky breath. Allowing his hands to flitter to his pocket, he pulled out the letter Foyet had given him and passed it over to Garcia. The woman bit her lip as her hands fluttered over the papers. She shook her head and moved Reid's hand back over to his body. "No-he wrote it for you, not me."

"Are-are you sure?" he asked hesitantly.

"Of course, Spencer. It was made for your eyes only, and I'm not going to break that. This is something special you have with Foyet. Keep it that way as long as you can," she said softly.

I wish that time allowed me to tell you more, but it simply doesn't, and I wish that this explanation could be better, but I hope you understand that it just can't be. The following pages I attached were things that I've been writing about you lately in of an emergency like this. I'm sorry, but this is all that I can offer you right now.

"Alright," Reid nodded. He tucked the letter away and turned back toward the train. He could barely see it now, but the little that he could see made him grimace. Foyet was gone, and he could never come back.

"Come on Spencer, let's go to a room with a view. The city's beautiful in the winter; maybe it'll help cheer you up before we go home," Garcia suggested. Reid couldn't go back to Quantico in the current shape he was in. The younger agent would have to get rid of his foul mood before going back to the BAU if he was going to keep his secret from the team.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Spencer sighed. "Let's go then." Garcia smiled grimly and took Reid's arm. The unlikely friends walked down the snowy railroad station and watched as the people mindlessly went about their own business.

With Lover Forever,

-Dark Eyes

And Reid could proudly-regrettably, really- say he never looked back once.