coolest person I've ever met - spencer reid/oc

Chapter Eighteen: 3 am

[trigger warning: 'notha panic attack i think, start readin at the ~~~~~~~~~]

A tough case had just been wrapped up.

Well, a lot of cases were tough, but Amy managed to brush them off most of the time. It was Spencer who usually took them personal. This was one of them. Spencer had witnessed a murder in cold blood: it was the unsub who was murdered, actually. But Spence was the only one there and he couldn't talk the victim's father down; the guy was shot right in front of him.

Spencer didn't say anything about it, but he didn't need to.

Obviously Amy wanted to help, but she didn't wanna give him the usual "Talk to me" speech, so she simply handed him one of her comfort cookies while they were on the jet.

He knew what it meant: she was there if he needed her.

A couple of days followed and the BAU didn't have any cases to handle.

Amy was keeping herself busy with her usual activities: some piano playing, a lot of reading, dancing alone in her living room. But the thought of Spencer not being okay still in the back of her head.

He didn't call or text her, which did seem kind of weird, they could've at least organized the usual in-between-cases movie night. But Amy had promised to herself that she would leave him the space he needed and she'd have waited for him to reach out first. She felt guilty always pressuring him into confiding in her. But she knew... well, she hoped, that he would understand Amy was his friend. And she didn't care about seeing him weak or not always in control, she only cared about seeing him hurt.

She didn't expect him to call at 3 am.

"Ames... I... I think I... I don't feel so good" his voice was shaking and he seemed agitated.

"How can I help? Are you having a panic attack?" Amy immediately asked, recognizing some possible symptoms in his voice.

"I don't know... Not right now... but I think... I..." if Spencer wasn't able to think, it really did mean he was doing bad.

"I can be there in 10 minutes" Amy replied promptly.

"I don't... you don't need to... I mean... if you can..." Spencer let his call for help seep through the words.

"I'll be right there, do you want me to stay on the line?"

"No, no... it's okay", she recognized he did mean it and hoped for the best.

"See you in 10"

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Amy didn't even bother changing her pajamas with frogs on it, she put on a pair of converse with the first socks she could find, wore her green coat and grabbed her go bag. Her driving wasn't exactly safe and when she arrived in front of Spencer's house her parking was criticizable. It took her exactly eight minutes. She ran to his apartment, raced up the flight of stairs and knocked on his door.

Spencer immediately opened it.

He did not look good.

As in he seemed to feel panicked. He obviously still looked perfect- damn it Amy, FOCUS. His gorgeous eye bags were even more accentuated and his eyes were teary. He was visibly shaking and couldn't speak when he opened the door. Amy had to close it for him.

Spencer paced to his couch and sat down. He looked down and put his hands in his hair, breathing hard. Amy thought he might've been trying to cover his ears.

She kneeled to the other side of the table in front of the couch. She looked up to Spencer concerned: she knew something was going on but she couldn't have possibly imagined it to be this bad.