Counting Stars (A Spencer Reid Story) (Completed)

Chapter Six

*Lilly's P.O.V*

Spencer was helping me put the books that were in my spare bedroom up in the attic. 

"So, do you like Morgan, or are you guys dating?" Spencer asked me as I handed him a couple of books. I started laughing.

"What..Are...You...Talking...About?" I asked him in between laughs. I calmed down and picked up a couple more books and headed up to the attic. Spencer followed me.

"Well you seemed close to him, and I thought that you guys are dating," He says. I put down the books and looked at him.

"No. You got the wrong idea. I knew Morgan since we were both little," I say smiling. "He has been my best friend ever since then." I walked downstairs and into the spare bedroom. He finally walks down. "Spencer that is why I'm so comfortable talking to him." I sat on the bed. He smiles.

"So  you knew him since you were kids?" He asked me and I nod.

"Yeah. Don't need to be so jealous Wikipedia," I joked getting off the bed. I walked out of the room.

"I am not jealous," he says. I laughed.

"I was kidding Einstein," I say. I walked downstairs and got out some food. He came downstairs and sat in a chair. I looked at him. Then back to get some food.

"Who did you lose?" Spencer asked me. I stopped where I was. I turned and looked at him.

"I lost so many people in my life. My parents, my brother, my best friend, my ex-boyfriend, and the child I was pregnant with," I said looking down.

"You were pregnant?" He asks me. I slowly nod my head. "What happen?"

"Miscarriage. I don't want to talk about it," I say. He nods. I finished cooking the food, giving some to Spencer, knowing he was hungry. Soon after we finished eating, we went into the bedrooms. I got ready for bed. I got into my black tank top and some sweats.  Soon I turned off the light and fell asleep.

*Next day*

*Lilly's P.O.V*

I woke up to the sound of bowls clinging together. I got up and got ready into a t-shirt that says I'm Rebel, I got into some blue jeans, I put on my converse and got a messenger bag. I also got my phone and its case that says I'm not a morning person. I also grabbed my red and black jacket just in case. I walked downstairs, putting my jacket on a chair and walking into the kitchen to see Spencer making some cereal for the both of us.

"At least you can pour milk and cereal pretty boy," I teased. He looks at me with a small smile.

"Now you have to tease me?" He asked me.

"Oh, I do it to everyone. It's just more fun when it's you," I teased again. He shakes his head and hands me the bowl full of milk and cereal. I thanked him. 

"So how did you sleep?" He asked me. I looked at him.

"I slept well. You?" I asked him. He put his head down. "Awe Einstein what's wrong?" He smiled at his nickname.

"Nightmare about Maeve," He says. I put a hand on his hand.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm here, just don't worry," I say. He smiles and I pull my hand away. Soon his phone rings. He picks it up. Soon he gets off the phone.

"We have a case," He says. I nod. We finish eating our cereal, putting the bowls into the sink. I was about to get my jacket when Spencer grabbed my wrist making me turn towards him.

"Hey. I just wanna say... Thank you," He says. I nod.

"Well Spencer, some people are broken and just need to be seen of that brokenness," I say. He smiles and lets go of my wrist. I put on my jacket and found my car keys. Soon he came up to me and we walked out to my car.

***

*Spencer's P.O.V*

Lilly and I walked into the conference room to see all eyes on us.

"Hi," She says sitting down. I smile and sit next to her. Eyes were still on us, staring. "Proceed..." They all gave a smile at Lilly and went back to the case.

"OK everyone, we are going to the Las Vegas. Sadly people it is not for gambling," Garcia says. "This is twenty-seven-year-old Alison Miller. Two weeks ago she was found in her own home. Stabbed shot and her throat was cut. Now, this is Twenty-nine Jackson Smith." It goes to the next photo. Same way as the first victim. "He was found in his own home same way as Alison. Stabbed, shot, and throat was cut." I looked at the pictures on my tablet. "Now our last victim was found last night. Jenna Edwards. She was twenty-eight years old." The picture comes up. "She was found the same way as the others. Stabbed, shot, and throats cut. All three victims were missing something valuable to them." 

"So he is taking something so valuable and claiming it as his own?" I asked Garcia. She nods.
"Have you guys looked at the way the bodies are laid?" Lilly asked.

"What do you mean?" J.J asked her.

"Well, they are all in the same possession. Kneeling. Like they have sinned or something," Lilly says.

"And asking for forgiveness," I say. She nods. 

"He is going after a certain type too. On their eye colour and hair colour," Rossi says.

"Well, we can figure the rest out on the jet. Wheels up in thirty," Hotch says. We all get up and went to get out traveling bags.

"So why did Dr. Spencer Reid walked in here with the new girl?" Morgan asked me as we were walking out. I smiled.

"Went to see her last night. Needed some advice," I say. 

"Ah. 'Advice,'" He says using his fingers for air quotes.

"It's true," I say.

"Whatever pretty boy," he says. I smiled. Reminding me of this morning. 'At least you can pour milk and cereal, pretty boy.'  That thought was going to be in my mind all the time. But the nightmare that I had last night was horrible. I knew it was true, but some things in it were not. Like how it was Lilly who was holding the gun against her. Then Lilly killing herself, knowing that she was the bad guy, which was not true. 

Lilly deserves to know that there is someone out there who won't leave her.