WITH YOUR HEAD still buried in Spencer's chest, you don't know how much time has passed and the once crowded dance floor has slowly succumbed to a few remaining couples and groups.
Neither of you have spoken since you began dancing, it didn't feel like you needed to. It felt right, to be silent and dance with him in your company. You don't know what the burning you feel in your heart truly means, and you can't decipher the goosebumps left behind from his touch. The only thing you do know is you love the feeling he gives you, whatever it is.
"Spencer?" You finally say, your words muffled by his chest. When hearing a small hum in response, you continue, "What happened to your cheek?"
Your question is prompted by the sudden urge to find out what had happened at the station - and you remember how Spencer had left you and Emily and made it to the motel before you. Many questions want to pour out of your mouth, but you don't have the time or breath to ask them all.
Spencer sighs, his breath sifting through your hair and over your forehead as you pull away and look up at him. You still sway slowly in time with the music, and seeing the cut on his face again, it's almost instinct to bring your hand up and wipe away a small trickle of blood that hovers at the edge of his brow.
"It doesn't matter," he shakes his head before looking away, spying a few men at the bar who aren't even attempting to hide their suggestive gaze from you. He instinctively turns both your bodies, covering you with his own so the men can't see past him and look at you.
You don't notice the gesture, your sight blocked by Spencer's shoulder made it hard to understand why he had moved, but other questions long to be asked before that one.
"Are you alright, though?" You inquire, tilting your head.
He smiles, "Always."
You return the smile the best you can, your thoughts beginning to travel to the rest of the team. Had you brought this upon them? Were they in danger because of you, or did they all know what they were signing up for when they took the job?
These questions bring a puzzled look to your face, which Spencer notices. He decides not to ask, as much as he wants to take all your problems away, he understands thinking time is necessary for a human to be...human.
"Am I destined to be like him?" You break the silence, finally releasing one of the upsetting questions that circle your head, "I mean, is it in my blood?"
"You're destined to be what you make of yourself, not what he wants to make of you." He responds without missing a beat, and his comforting voice and impulse to assure you is what makes you press your lips together and forget about the thought that had hurt you to think about.
Once again, you are engulfed in silence. You swallow and place your head against Spencer's chest, hearing his heartbeat patter against your ear. You can feel his chest slowly rise up and down, his breaths sending waves of air over your head.
"I just want this to be over..." you croak out, tears stinging your eyes, as much as you try to hold them back.
Slowly, Spencer snakes one arm around your waist and brings his other hand atop of your head, intertwining his fingers in your hair. The movements brings your bodies even closer, and that doesn't bother you in the slightest.
Quietly, he mutters into your hair, "I'm sorry, Y/n. It'll be over soon."
"Promise?"
You notice your sudden vulnerability, something you hate more than anything, but if you had to show your vulnerable side to anyone, it would be him.
A small smile taunts the corners of his lips as he assures, "I promise."
Unbeknown to the pair of you, Morgan and Rossi had shown up to the club to collect you both but had stumbled upon the sight of seeing you dancing in each others arms, and had decided to sit at the bar and watch from afar.
"Should we interrupt them?" Morgan asks with a smirk.
"Leave the lovebirds be, Derek." Rossi answers happily.
Spencer's phone rings in his pocket and he reluctantly pulls it out, bringing it to his ear whilst keeping one arm wrapped around your body.
"Doctor Spencer Reid," he addresses, and you can't make out the words on the other end, only that the voice is female. After a few moments, a smile forms on his lips as he passes the phone to you, hesitantly taking it and pressing the screen to your ear.
"Y/n! Are you alright?"
"Garcia," you smile happily at the sound of her voice, "I'm fine. Are you good?"
"I'm not the one- You know what I think you know what you're going through," she clears her throat as typing is heard in the background, "I was just calling to see if you were okay. And Reid, of course."
You chuckle at her and shake your head, "I'm fine, Garcia. I swear."
You hear a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone, "Good. And-"
Garcia's voice is cut short, and this time you know it's not a 'connection lost' silence, it's a 'I found something bad' silence. When she refuses to continue, you swallow as the smile fades from your lips.
"Garcia? What is it?"
Spencer furrows his brows as he looks down at you, your expression alerting him that something is wrong.
"Hotch had me on the look out for any murders that could be your father, just in case and um-"
"There is one, isn't there?" You breathe.
"I just got a report from local PD, I think you should check it out. Location of the the crime scene is already sent to Reid's phone."
"Thanks Garcia..." you say before ending the call and handing Spencer back his phone. You truly don't know what to feel, and you briefly explain what Penelope had told you over the phone to Reid.
He swallows and looks down before leading you away from the dance floor. As you walk over to the exit, two familiar men sat at the bar with their eyes on you and Reid catch your attention. As soon as the pair catch your eye, the turn away and face their backs to you. You scoff jokingly and begin your walk over to them, Spencer following behind, confused.
His confusion doesn't last long when you both stop in front of Morgan and Rossi, and you cross your arms over your chest and eye them suspiciously. You don't ask, but Rossi is quick to answer.
"It's a popular nightclub, we just wanted to check it out."
You let out a breathy laugh before shaking your head, deciding to leave it as the four of you exit the club and enter a singular SUV, all on your way to the new crime scene only ten minutes away.
Morgan pulls the SUV to a halt outside a house in a small housing estate, it's nothing special, apart from being surrounded by officers, two police cars and police tape. As the other three men exit the vehicle, you hover in the passenger seat for a few seconds.
You usually have the stomach for this job, after your first few cases you had gotten used to it, but knowing that your own relative had done this is starting to mess with your head.
When you come to the conclusion you are doing exactly what your father wants you to do, you broaden your shoulders and put your best brave face on, exiting the vehicle and trying your best to prepare yourself for whatever could be inside of this house.
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