Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 14

Spencer's been away for three days and two nights now. The third night alone creeps in as the sun sets outside of Spencer's apartment complex. The boy genius must have good money, this DC apartment is pretty damn roomy. Which actually makes it all the worse. You feel so small within the space.

You don't want to sleep, not wanting to know the visions that will come with it. You decide to take a book from the many among his place. Sitting on the couch, you curl up with the book you've chosen. Your eyes scan the pages, not truly taking in the words or their meanings.

Images of men bursting into Spencer's apartment and doing things to you. Maybe you'd be tied up, tortured with a knife for days, left to bleed out for Spencer to find your lifeless body in his kitchen. Or maybe you'd be taken back to the Damino's place, they'd be released with the assistance of some partners. They'd finally have a chance to get back at you for being free while they're locked away.

You shake your head, trying to focus on the book in your hands. If Spencer was here, you'd be listening to strange facts about the book. Maybe how the cover was made, or the number of words on each page. Before, the random rambling annoyed you. Now, you'd wish for just the sound of his voice.

How did this happen? When did this happen? You convince yourself that the only reason you feel this way is because you just don't wish to be alone lately. And, you're just that good at this whole pushing him into loving you. That's it. Because you have to be invested in the works of the job for him to fall for it. That has to be it.

The sky outside transitions from orange, pink, and blue as the stars begin to shine in contrast with the darkening sky.

As you're finishing the book, you start to grow tired. You push the sleepiness away, not feeling like dealing with that. In the kitchen, you pour a glass of orange juice. You look through the fridge, not finding much to eat. There's a half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer. You close the doors, not bothering to actually grab anything to eat.

Spencer had been texting you every morning and every night to make sure you were alright. But he hasn't messaged yet this evening.

Some time around two in the morning, you decide you'll deal with the dreams that come along with slumber. You head to Spencer's bedroom, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders when you lay down. It takes about an hour to finally fall asleep.

"Y/n! Y/n!" Spencer's voice calls out from the living room. You get up, eyes still blurry from sleep. You make your way to the room. Your heart sinks to your chest as you see the horror before you.

Blood. Faces of people you've seen before. Blood. Spencer in pain. He's lying down amongst broken glass. Pops and Nico's old friends are beating him. Spencer's face bruises and bleeds with each bunch.

You scream, and yell, and try to lunge at one of the men. But you aren't as strong as you once believed. You're hit, thrown to the ground several feet away from the man you're trying to get to. Your head comes in contact with the kitchen counter, vision blurring from the impact.

"Spencer!" You say, but it comes out in a raspy voice. "Spencer!" The words begin to fade with each yell of his name. You can't stand up, you can't help him from being beaten. You cannot stop him from taking his last breath.

"Spencer!" You wake up in a cold sweat. You throw the covers off of you. Tears stream down your face that you hadn't noticed before.

You sit on the edge of his bed, breathing heavy. You flinch as you hear the sound of something in another room. The sound is distant, but it seems as if someone is at the door. You proceed to the living room slowly, not ready for what could be waiting for you in the entry hall.

"Y/n, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you."

Spencer's face stands a few feet before you. You wrap your arms around his torso before you even realize you're doing it. He returns the hug with a shocked slight chuckle.

"I'm so glad you're home."

He sets his arms lightly on your shoulders, softly getting you to look at his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine," he wipes away a tear from your cheek.

"I just had..."

"Another dream?"

You nod your head.

"Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can find a way to help."

"Spencer... It's not important."

"If it's hurting you, it's important to me."

You look up at him, meeting his hazel eyes. You swallow down a lump, not sure what this strange feeling in your stomach is.

Spencer's face leans down toward yours. His eyes flick down to your lips softly. He's hesitant. Spencer's hands cup the sides of your face, he swipes his thumb along your cheek, wiping away another tear. His face leans down more, lips connecting with yours. He's so gentle. Just after you return the kiss, he pulls away.

"Y/n, I... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You're vulnerable right now, and I just...."

You press your lips to his, stopping the words from his mouth. He returns the gesture. This time, he's slightly less gentle as your mouths move together. Your tongue asks for permission into his mouth and he grants it. The pace quickens, the two of you kissing with desire.

It seems as if you're thinking a million things and nothing all at once. You know you're damned because there's no backing out on this now. You will have to continue with this fake affection. You might have to hurt him, before you didn't care. But now... it's different.

Spencer pulls away with heavy breathing. "Can you try to sleep some more?"

You nod your head, knowing he's tired from a long case. The two of you head to his room, slipping under the covers. The sun will be rising soon. You shift closer to him, closing your eyes. Spencer falls asleep after a quick glance at you. He thinks he saved you.

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