Falling For The Doctor~Spencer Reid FF~

Chapter 7

"There are certain clues at a crime scene which by their very nature do not lend themselves to being collected or examined. How's one collect love, rage, hatred, fear...? These are things that we're trained to look for." James Reese
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When the jet lands I quickly get up and exit the jet, trying to ignore contact with everyone.

I walk to my car and open the back door, putting my bag in and shutting the door. "What's the rush?" I jump at the sound of Morgan's voice.

"What the hell Morgan!" I yell punching his arm making him laugh. "Come on Bec you have to tell me what's going on with you two!"

"You two who?" I ask acting oblivious. "You and pretty boy over there," he says glancing at Spencer, who is getting into his car.

"What? Nothing. There's nothing happening," I stutter, my face starting to turn a dark shade of red.

"I knew it!" He yells. "Shut up!" I yell back hitting him again.

"Ok so tell me what happened? Did he like kiss you or something?" He says jokingly, laughing a little.

"Uh..." I trail off blushing even harder.

"Oh my god he did!"

"Will you stop that?!" I hit him again.

"Well will you stop hitting me?"

"No!"

"Then no."

I roll my eyes and push him out of my way and open my car door, "Goodbye Morgan" I say closing the door and starting the car.

"Hey you owe me some answers!" He yells after me as I drive off.

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I unlock the front door and rush inside my house. I throw my bag on the ground and sit on the couch pulling out my phone checking my messages.

Morgan: Come on Rebecca you know you wanna tell me

Morgan: Becca!

Spencer: Hey I think we need to talk

Spencer: Becca answer me.

Spencer: I'm coming over

For some reason I can feel myself starting to sweat, and I start breathing heavily.

My stomach starts to hurt and I quickly run to the bathroom, throwing up any food left in me into the toilet. I wipe my mouth and stand up and look myself in the mirror.

My face was turning pale and I can feel myself starting to shake, my breathing getting harder.

I reach over to the medicine cabinet and pull out my Xanax pills, attempting to open the bottle as my hands shake.

When I can't get it open I stumble out of the bathroom, looking for my phone. There's a knock on the door as I reach the couch.

"Becca?" I can hear Spencer yell from behind the door.

I start to cough, "Help," I try to yell while coughing. I stumble to the ground.

I watch the front door swing open and Spencer walk into the room, "Becks!" Is the last thing I hear before blacking out.

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"Rebecca Anne Singfield! Get your ass down here!" Mr. Singfield yells while watching t.v. in the beat up apartment.

6 year old Rebecca skips down the hallway and flops onto the pizza and beer stained couch with her father.

"Yes daddy?" The little girl pipes up smiling up at her drunk father.

The man hands his empty glass bottle to the little girl, "get me another drink."

The little girl jumps off the couch taking the empty bottle, "ok!" She says running to the kitchen to get a new drink.

"Hurry up you little brat!" The alcoholic calls from the other room.

"Coming dad!" Rebecca yells grabbing a bottle from the almost empty fridge and starts running to her father.

While running, the little girl trips falling to the ground, dropping the bottle, breaking it.

"What the hell Rebecca!" The man yells getting up going over to his daughter.

"Sorry daddy," Rebecca mumbles getting off the floor.

The man glances down at the carpet, now soaked in beer.

"That was the last bottle you idiot!" He yells pushing the little girl to the ground, causing her to land in the shards of glass on the floor, making her cut up her back and arms.

The little girl forms tears in her eyes as the pain stings through her body.

"What am I supposed to do now you little bitch?" He yells smacking her again, making her black out.

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I slowly open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, a bright light shinning in my eyes. I groan and rub my head sitting up, looking around the room, trying to remember where I was.

"She's awake!" I glance to the hall at a nurse standing outside the room waving a someone. Suddenly Spencer rushes into the room, followed by the rest of the team. "Becks you're ok!" Spencer says coming over to the side of the bed.

"Uh, I think so?" I say confused attempting to sit up, moaning in pain.

"Here let me help," Spencer says putting his arms around me helping me up, "Thanks" I mumble.

"Hey sweetie you ok?" Garcia asks walking over to me on the other side of the bed, opposite of Spencer, rubbing my back.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'd be better if someone told me what happened."

The room suddenly gets quiet, and everyone awkwardly looks around the room, as if not wanted to answer me.

"Guys?"

Finally Morgan sighs and joins me near the bed, "Bec, you had an anxiety attack and blacked out, it's been 3 days." He says softly.

The room gets quiet again as I try to remember what has happened a couple days ago, but nothing came to mind.

The nurse walks into the room, "Sorry fellas but I'm going to have to ask you all to leave." She says standing next to the open door waiting for the team to leave.

One by one they say their goodbyes and leave the room, leaving me with the nurse who wouldn't stop talking.

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Hi guys! So I feel like this chapter is a little all over the place with not a lot of background to follow it but I have a reason for it kinda?

Also...1k reads! That's amazing considering there is only 6 chapters up so thank you guys for the support!

Well that's all for now bye!

-Megan