The Trust Of My Life - A Spencer Reid Fanfic

Chapter 29: Childhood pain

Lina's POV

Three weeks later.

The world is a cruel, cruel place. Psychopaths, serial killers, rapists, abductors—they roam the streets everyday, looking for new prey. Sighing, I look outside on my balcony.

It's been 3 weeks since I've been at work. Ever since my encounter with the Russells, I've been feeling depressed. I can't let go of the fact that I shot my foster siblings. They were only 15 or 16 at most.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door. Walking over to the door, I look through the peephole and see Garcia. Hesitantly, I open the door and give her a weak smile.

Garcia tilts her head a bit. "Hey, Lina."

"Hi, Penelope," I greet. We awkwardly stare at each other for a minute before she breaks the silence.

Holding up a bag, she says, "I brought you some clothes."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Wow, uh... thanks?" Then I cock my head. "Wait, you said brought?"

Garcia nods eagerly. "Open it."

I raise an eyebrow at her and slowly open the bag. Inside are two sweater vests. "What's this?" I pull them out and hold it out at her.

"They're Spencer's."

"Oh." I furrow my brows, not knowing what to do with the vests.

"It was my idea." Garcia looks nervously at me. "I told Spencer that it would be a good idea for you to have something of his to make you feel better. Since he's on a case right now he asked me to bring it over to you."

I smile at her. "Thanks, PG. But as cute as this gesture is, I don't think having Spencer's clothes is going to make me feel better now."

"Oh, okay." She frowns. "Um, I need to head back to work now... but do you need anything?"

I shake my head. "Thanks for coming by, Penelope. I really appreciate it."

She nods. "Alright, let me know if you do." With that, she gives me a quick hug and leaves.

I close the door and sigh, looking at Spencer's sweater vests. I put one over the T-shirt I'm wearing.

Smells like Spencer—detergent and coffee. Even in my low mood, I can't help but crack a smile. Just then, my phone rings and I pick it up.

"Good afternoon." Spencer's cheery voice sounds over the phone.

"Hey," I mumble.

"Still feeling down?"

"Mm."

Spencer sighs. "I wish I could be there for you, darling."

"It's fine. I want to be alone anyways." I pick off a piece of lint from his sweater vest I'm wearing.

"Garcia told me she gave you my clothes."

"Yeah, she did... I'm wearing the brown and beige one with patterns right now."

He chuckles. "That's my favourite one."

"I know." I smirk.

"You can keep it if you want to."

"Really?" I genuinely love his sweater vests.

"Yeah, of course!" He laughs. "I have another backup."

I giggle. "Seriously?" Only Spencer would have backups of his sweater vests.

"Mhm," he answers with a chuckle, and then I hear Hotch's voice in the background, calling for Spencer.