𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 - Spencer Reid fanfiction

Hotel Rooms and Car Drives

WORD COUNT: 1323 words
TW MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSE

We get in the car and I'm silent, trying to comprehend what had happened. I don't turn the radio on or anything. I'm completely rigid and still. Spencer gets in after he talks to Hotch. They we're talking for a while, i'm assuming about me. How naive am I? Its obvious he was trying to get in my pants. The wink, the "innocence", I'm so dumb. Why would I do that.

I look out the window and breathe in. I close my eyes willing myself not to cry. I feel a tear coming and turn towards the outside so Spencer wouldn't see. I quickly wipe off the tear and side eye him. He is putting on his seatbelt and his lips are pursed. His eyebrows frowned and his chest rose angrily. He turns on the car and I turn away.

"Hotch wants you to file something against the police officer, his name is uh Frank, by the way." He says and turns onto the main road, to which I'm guessing to the hotel.

"But its my fault." I say and turn toward him. "I led into his temptations." I put my cuticle in my mouth and take it out. Bad habit.

"It is not your fault." He says and puts his hand on my shoulder. I turn toward him and give him a closed mouthed smile. I nod and look toward the road. He keeps driving and we turn into the local hotel. We walk in and a woman is standing at the counter. She's typing into a computer but doesn't seem to know how too work it. A man is on a ladder working a light bulb and looks down.

"Ma, you got people." He nods at Spencer and I. He goes back to the light bulb and the lady looks up.

"Hello dolls! Now, welcome to the Ryan Hotel. We are in downtown Wallace, Idaho. The most historic hotel here! My name is Tara Willis, I live onsite and over there is my son, Jeremy. He sadly doesn't, a family man himself." She gestures towards him and he smiles at us. "We have big rooms that we just refurbished at the start of this month! Big rooms, large beds, mini fridges, microwaves, and sadly ,no TV's. But Jeremy will cover that soon. We only have one room for walkins..." She looks towards the computer.

"Um,"Spencer interrupted her, "We're with Aaron Hotchner. Just one of the rooms that are reserved please." She widens her eyes and nods. She looks towards the computer and starts typing one finger at a time.

"Alright." She says, "Ah, our cool agents." She winks and I feel the warm maternal vibes that radiates throughout her. "Here you go," She says and hands us the key, she then looks toward the computer again. I look down at the key labeled 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖 2. I grab it and we both go up the red carpeted steps. I glance at room one and we head into room 2.

The hardwood floors were carpeted gray and the bed was in the middle. The sheets were white with white pillows. A large blue chair was in the corner and the closet was in the other corner. A desk is by the window and there was another door leading to the bathroom.

"This hotel is historic y'know." He says as he sits his go-bag by the blue chair. "A boutique hotel in downtown historic Wallace, Idaho. The Ryan Hotel was built in 1903 and served as a residential hotel for the miners. It was renovated in 1933 after the famous Tabor Fire next door, and again just this month by its new owners." I look over at him and smile a bit, his witty banter seemed to calm me.

I put my go bag by the dresser and sit down on the bed. "The lady says there is no TV!" I sigh and lay on the bed with my feet dangling off of the end.

"There is more to life then TV." Spencer says and sits down in the blue chair.

"Well, duh, I know that!" I say. And smile to him but his face is more serious and I realize what he is going to say.

"Like how you need to file a sexual assault report against Frank Kurtis." He says and looks toward me.

"I wanted to forget about that." I said and sat up propped on my elbows. I sigh and look over at him. He had one eyebrow raised and his lips we're slightly parted.

"Are you profiling me right now?" I said and cocked my head the other way.

"Yes, and I already know a lot." He broods as he stares at me. Not at my body but at me directly. "You are an only child, you like your mother more because your father left at a young age. He touched you inappropriately and your mother kicked him out. And so, that's why you are coping in a routined way after that happened. You think keeping it in will help you." I watch him talk and see his lips curl when he says his w's and o's.

"Are you sure you didnt ask Ms.Penelope Garcia for all this information?" I say and sigh and lay on my back once more. He sits in the empty place next to me.

"You are something else." He says and hits the side of my arm. I laugh slightly and sit up and look at him. "If you file the report then I will buy both of us dinner, okay?" I think about it for a second and agree.

"Okay, fine." I say and he goes into his satchel. He places a pen on the desk and the paper on it too. He gestures for me to come sit and i drag myself over there. I don't know why he did it to me. Maybe its what I was wearing...No, I can't say that. I pick up the pen and breathe in.

Flashbacks consume me.
"you're growing into such a beautiful young girl..."

I come back to reality and see I have finished the page and wrote everything in detail about what happened today. I put the pen down and turn towards Spencer. He was asleep on the bed and I look at him intently. His eyes were closed and his hands were by his face. He was in the fetal position and his leg twitched. His breath was steady and his mouth was curled in a smile.

I lay down in the place next to him and make sure our body's don't touch, although I yearn for it. I watch his face as he dreams his smile turns to a frown and I wonder what hes thinking about. His face twitches and I realize he is waking up. I quickly close my eyes and sense him staring at me. I sense his arm move up and he places his rough but soft hand on my cheek. He brushes my hair back from my face and he gets up. He comes back 10 steps later and puts a blanket over me. He goes back to his place and puts a second blanket over himself. He puts himself to face me again and I feel butterflies form in my stomach.

I soon drift to sleep...

(A/N: I have never been sexually assaulted and/or abused before. This is made up and only used of things i've seen in movies and read in books.)