DAMAGED // spencer reid

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Addie's POV:

I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, as you can probably imagine. My alarm goes off at 5:30am, which is too early for me even though I'm usually an early riser. I already know it's going to be another sweltering day, which adds to my irritation. I take the world's fastest shower before throwing on my normal heels (which have begun to cause blisters) and black dress pants. I decide on a lavender tank top and throw a black linen button down over top of it, keeping it unbuttoned, so I'm able to take it off if it gets too hot. Glancing at my outfit in the mirror, my eyes fall on the locket around my neck. It's the one Spencer got me for my 26th birthday, and despite everything that's happened between us, I've never taken it off. I diffuse my curls, which immediately puff up and create an unwanted Afro, partly due to the humidity. I curse inwardly and decide to just throw it up in a bun, which still causes loose curls to stick out wildly. I seriously can't win today.

"Coffee, my dear?" Penelope asks when I finally meet up with the team in the lobby at 6:15am.

"You're a literal angel," I reply, gratefully taking the cup from her outstretched hand.

"So, how are you and your lover boy? I forgot to ask yesterday," she questions interestedly. Penelope is one of the only people I told about Dylan, which I'm starting to regret.

"Well, Spencer found out about Dylan last night, so that's been a pleasant experience," I roll my eyes. "But otherwise we're doing pretty well, I'm not sure how long the long-distance thing is going to last though."

"At least your new man is smoking hot! And before you say anything...yes...I did cyber-stalk him," Penelope laughs, and I can't help but join in.

"Who's smoking hot? I can only assume you're talking about me," Derek comes over to us, all smiles even this early in the morning.

"You wish," I smirk, earning myself a playful punch in the arm.

"Don't mind her, my gorgeous Chocolate Thunder, my heart will always belong to you," Penelope replies dramatically, earning herself a kiss on the cheek, unlike me. She nods and smiles, satisfied.

We arrive at the precinct at 6:30. Luckily, there have been no new murders. Unluckily, the AC in the precinct doesn't seem to be working, much to my dismay. It's already boiling in there, even though it's still early in the morning. I notice Yardly is already here, dressed in his immaculate uniform and talking to the Captain across the bullpen. The Captain spots us and immediately disregards Yardly, motioning for him to walk away and waving us over. All of us move forward and Yardly walks past us, "accidentally" bumping into me and spilling his hot coffee all over the front of me.

"Fucking hell!" I exclaim, jumping away and wincing as it seeps through my shirt and burns my skin. Of course, the button-down shirt was hanging open so the coffee spilled all over my tank top. And it's too hot outside to hide the stain by buttoning my shirt over it.

"Language, Grant," Hotch warns as practically the whole place turns to look at me.

"Watch it, man," Morgan says to Yardly, whose encounter with me hardly seemed accidental.

"What's your problem?" I hiss at him, quiet enough that only the people around me hear it.

"Problem? There's no problem here, it was a simple mistake," Yardly replies, not looking sorry whatsoever and continuing to walk away.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks, placing a hand on my arm and surveying the damage as Penelope grabs a wad of tissues out of her pocket and starts dabbing at the front of my shirt.

"I'm fine, I just really hate that guy," I grumble, unable to contain my irritation. My first case back with the team is turning out to be just peachy. To be fair, it's not their fault.