Y/N has always known Emily, growing up together and bonding over shared trauma. Even going as far as going undercover for Interpol. After the 9 grueling years, she had given up on love, it would always lead to heartbreak even if it's a good guy. Tha...
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TW: miscarriage
"Oh, what am I supposed to do without you. I'm Mr. Loverman and I miss my lover, man"
You groaned, inhaling the sterile hospital scent. Out of instinct, you looked over to your left hoping that Spencer would be sitting there. You shook your head, 'Of course, he wouldn't be here' you thought to yourself.
You heard a soft knock on the door before you could even answer, a nurse opened it. "Ah, good to see you wake" Her voice was soft with an accent you couldn't quite place. It wasn't a European one that's for sure. You winced as you shifted on the bed. "Where am I?" you questioned, looking over at the nurse checking your vitals.
"Las Vegas, you've been in a coma for about three weeks, you were transferred from New York." She clarified, "Is there anyone we should call for you besides Ms. Prentiss?" She gave you a soft smile as she took off her gloves.
"There is someone but could I talk to him?" She nodded as she left the room. You sighed, trying to figure out how to exactly phrase it to Spencer. It was something that you couldn't even bear to talk about. What if Spencer did know and just didn't want anything to do with you.
A knock on the door brought you back to reality. "I'm Doctor Bennet, I've been taking care of you for the past couple of weeks. There's something you should know" she introduced herself as she entered the room, her heels clicking against the tile floor.
You waited on bated breath, it was rare for you to ever be given good news in a hospital. "We received your medical records from New York. Your hormone levels showed that you were pregnant. Around a month, but unfortunately due to your situation you had a miscarriage."
You gripped your stomach, choking back a sob. It was one of the hardest things that you had heard, the first time you had a miscarriage hit you like a ton of bricks. Losing a piece of you that you could never get back. The frustrating thing was, both of your miscarriages were caused by the same man.
What worried you was that this time it hurt even more? One that you didn't even know existed hurt more because of who it belonged to. Spencer. God, what are you going to tell Spencer? You two had never explicitly talked about having kids, but from what you had heard the girls of the BAU say, and how he talked about Henry. He wanted kids, the one thing you didn't know was if he wanted them with you.
"I'll give you a minute, just try and take it easy. Ms. Prentiss has been notified that you're awake, if you want we can alert her about your situation." The doctor spoke, her tone was sympathetic, but you knew just from her tone she had never been the one receiving the news. "No, um can I just be left alone? I need to call someone" You whispered, looking down at your lap fiddling with the blanket resting over you.
She gave you a soft nod, exiting the room closing the door behind her. You reached for the phone on the end table by your bed. "How the fuck am I gonna start this? Oh hey, I'm alive, only one of us made it out?" You murmured to yourself as you dialed Spencer's number.
You listened to the ring slowly form into Spencer's voice, a voice you had missed for ages. "This is Doctor Spencer Reid," you smiled softly even after the news you received his voice brightened your day. "I'm a little late, but I promise that isn't because I forgot, I was in a coma. But I think you owe me something Spence," You answered, biting down on your lip as you waited for his response.
Spencer let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, the last words he had heard from her were those dreaded three words that he couldn't find the confidence to repeat, 'I love you'. "You're alive? This isn't some sick joke?" He asked softly, trying to figure out the correct way to add in those three words he had been repeating to himself for the past month.
A soft laugh rang through the phone followed by a small whine of pain "I'm alive, but that wasn't it. Spence, you never said it back" Her voice was barely above a whisper before she finished her statement, "I love you, Spencer Reid" His heart fluttered at the words, "I love you too, Y/N. God, you have no idea how much I fucking regretted not saying it back to you." He confessed, looking down at the sidewalk as he made his way back to his apartment.
"I'm so sorry Spence, I didn't mean for you to go through that" She apologized her voice sincere, "Hey, I should be apologizing to you, I never stayed for your funeral" He joked softly, an exaggerated gasp ringing out from his phone. "How dare you? That hurts Spence, I can't believe you" She laughed, "But are you sure that you're okay?" She asked again, prying into his feelings.
Spencer sighed softly, "All that matters is that you're alive, little one. I missed you" He admitted, glancing down at the flowers lining the path. Memories of their first date filling his mind. "I missed you too, I wish you were here" Her words were hushed, but Spencer knew what she meant. He wanted to hold her, make sure she was safe from the world.
"Spence, I need to tell you something, just promise me that you won't be mad" The statement filled his mind with endless possibilities of what happened during her torture. "I promise not to be mad at you, I can't promise that I won't be mad at all," He answered, biting his lip as he ran over each possibility.
"I was about a month pregnant" She whispered through the phone, emphasis on the word 'was'. His emotions were all over the place, happiness at the thought of possibly starting a family with her, the emotion draining as he fully processed her words. Was. She lost the child, a miscarriage. A tear fell down his cheek as he finally realized it.
The final emotion he had was anger, not at her, but himself. If he was faster he would've saved both her and their child. Anger at Devin, he killed their child. "Hey, little one, it's going to be okay. I love you so much, I could never be mad at you for that." He reassured her, wiping at the tear falling down his cheek. "God I wish I could be there," he whispered, hearing a soft sniffle through the phone. "I love you too, I hope I can see you soon." She mumbled softly.
