Like Real People Do

Chapter 8: Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

You hated hospitals. You always have.

You hated them especially when you felt completely fine. Sure maybe you had a concussion and some light hypothermia, it still didn't warrant a hospital visit in your opinion. But of course, Hotch's opinion outweighed yours.

So here you were, in the hospital, heating pads under your back to get your body temperature back up. Your tumble with the unsub might have to go down in your book of 'coolest things you've ever done'. After he saw you swimming after him he turned and hit you upside the head with the butt of his gun and while that hurt like hell you still managed to get control of the pistol. Shooting  him in the arm before dragging the both of you back to shore. He was quickly apprehended by the backup you requested earlier and you were ushered into the back of an ambulance, despite your wishes.

Hotch and Morgan came to check on you, making sure you were ok to fly or if you needed to stay overnight. You insisted you didn't need to be at the hospital at all but your doctor said you were ok to fly home but you had to be out of work for the next couple of days.

Whatever.

You quickly changed to get the hell out of dodge, following Hotch and Morgan out of your personal hell.

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The three of you enter the jet to see the rest of the team already on. You all quickly take your seats, you, of course, opting for the one next to Spencer. You sigh and close your eyes for a second, head still in pain. You feel eyes on you so you open them and Spencer is glaring at you. He's pissed... You think.

"What's wrong?" You ask.

He levels with a look that can only be interrupted as are you fucking kidding?

"It can wait until we get home." He says, angrily.

Fuck, he's really pissed. You think.

He doesn't talk to you the rest of the plane ride. In fact, he doesn't even talk to you on the way back to your apartment. Just wordlessly gets in your passenger seat and waits. You were starting to get angry yourself. You were injured and tired and Spencer being angry at you and not even telling you why was irritating you.

The two of you walked into your apartment silently. You walked over to your kitchen to get a bottle of water, Spencer followed close behind you still silent.

"Are you going to tell me what's up with you now?" You say, taking a sip of your water. "Or are you going to continue to act like a child."

You knew you were being a dick. But so was he.

"Are you out of your mind, Y/N!" He yells at you. You wince slightly not expecting the scream.

"We weren't going to get him if I didn't." You snap. "He would've left the country and more people would've gotten hurt. I did what I had to."

"No, Y/N, You could've waited for backup, or the coast guard. There are a million better things I can think of that you could've done that weren't jumping into below freezing water unarmed!"

"I knew they were behind me!" You yelled back. "Obviously, I'm not a fucking idiot. I knew if things went south they were right behind me. But I knew what I was doing. It was a calculated risk." You shake your head. "I'm going to change." You say as you brush past him towards your bedroom. You start to peel out of the layers your Doctor made you put on to combat the hypothermia.

"No, Y/N, we're not done." He burst into your room as you are peeling off your shirt, leaving you only in your bra and pants from earlier.

"Spencer, please, I know it was stupid but it all worked out. I'm just tired now." You say, but it falls on deaf ears. Spencer was just staring at you now, more specifically your torso.