Addicted to You

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a/n: this is extremely loosely edited so ignore any typos lol.

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"Ugh! Spencer! I don't wanna do this anymore!", the week that Atticus came back, Spencer started moving into her apartment. 

"Then let's just take a break."

"Spence, I hate to break it you but 'taking a break' doesn't mean stopping unpacking boxes to do wedding planning."

"No, I know.", he laughed, "I meant let's take an actual break, this time."

For days, they were drowning in boxes, magazines, and catalogs. Like an endless sea of commitment. No, Atticus wasn't getting cold feet about anything. It was stressing her out beyond belief though. 

They fell onto the couch and cuddled up. Atticus sighed, "We need help, huh?"

Spencer echoed her reluctance, "Yeah."

At first, they declined Garcia's multiple pleas to plan the entire wedding, both of them being mild control freaks. It's not that they didn't want her help, they did. Just not in that exact moment. They knew that she probably made an entire elaborate plan anyway, though.

"God damn it.", Att pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Penelope's number.

"Lady genius, what can I do for you?"

"Hi, Penny....could you um--patch the other girls in for me?"

"Of course!....Alright! Go for it, 185!"

"Thank you, for reminding me that my IQ is two lower than Spencer's.", she giggled, "But--uh, we need your guys' help."

"Oh. My. God. It's finally happening! You guys are letting me help! We are so there! We are all so there!"

Spencer and Atti didn't even get a chance to thank them before Garcia hung up. 

"What did we just get ourselves into?"

"You have no clue. She's been waiting for this day since she met--no, not even met. Since she heard about you."

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As soon as the girls got through the door, Penelope placed a two inch binder on the table, "Where do I even begin?"

Emily looked around, "Woah, what the fuck is going on in here?"

"We're in the middle of Spence moving in, so I'm trying to pack up my shit so that I have space for his shit and I feel like I might collapse and die. Also, Penelope Garcia, what the hell is that?"

"Oh, sweetie, I have been planning this for years."

They gathered in a circle around the table, "Ok, lets start with venue."

"I already asked Rossi if we could get married in his backyard."

"Mostly because there's no way in hell we have time to look at a million venues."

"Ok, great! That's one thing out of the way!"

"What are we thinking dress wise?", JJ chimed in.

Atticus sighed, "I don't know. I don't think I wanna wear white. Not really my style."

"So, black dress?", Emily added.

"That is one possibility. Maybe like a light blush pink or peach."

"What kinda style?"

"Haven't gotten that far yet."

"Don't worry. I picked out a bunch of options I think you'll like.", Garcia scooted the binder closer to her.