DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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Every time I was around Emily after my little episode at the library, she kept her hawk eyes on me. Trying to catch me out. But all in all, she stayed out of my way, aside from when we had to work together. I was surprised that she didn't tell anyone. Or if she had, nobody had spoken to me yet. I think they were too scared to say anything because they felt guilty and any one of the could have been in the same position as me.

You would think that my actions at the library would have taught me my lesson and forced me to check myself, but it did the opposite. I only it craved more.

It seemed that my trips to the hospital were increasing in frequency. My dealer was hiding in plain sight. To be quite honest it was smart. And visiting a doctor at a hospital didn't raise too many suspicions. The doctor was a bit pompous, and he was undeniably overcharging, but finding pure Dilaudid or hydromorphone on the streets was rare and quite frankly a little scary. At least this way I knew the product was good.

I sat in the waiting room again on a random Wednesday night. I always found this time to have the lowest footfall and not getting caught was still relatively high on my list of prioritises. Despite my current au fair approach.

The doctor was running late, and it was bothering me immensely. I had been out for five days now, and it had been the worst time of my life, aside from when I had been kidnapped. But my supplier couldn't get hold of my vials until today. Which was why I leaned back in the uncomfortable metal seat that I had parked myself in over an hour ago and closed my eyes as tight as I could, trying to block out the harsh hospital lights.

The hospital was mostly quiet, with the rare occurrence of someone marching past. The only sounds that could be heard were the hushed whispers of the night nurses at their stations, the constant humming of machinery and my apparent need to click my knuckles.

The peace and quiet didn't last long when a door buzzed, and the sound of footsteps emerging echoed through the hallway. I was prepared to open my eyes to see if the doctor had finally made an appearance, but the conversation deterred me. Primarily because the voice I heard first wasn't my dealers.

"We'll get the results, and I will call you tomorrow if they show anything of concern." Who has outpatient appoints at 11 o'clock at night, was my first thought? This person's doctor must be incredibly accommodating.

I did react to the next voice I heard. My eyes fluttered open as I tried to place it. It wasn't my doctor.

"Alright...Thanks." I recognised the voice, but the tone was off. Almost deflated. It was a taunting voice that had been ringing in my mind since that day at the library.

My gaze followed the voices down the hall. I saw the doctor who had her hair pulled back in a bun off her face. She wasn't the face I was searching for. Standing opposite her, with her back towards me was the person's whose face I wanted to see. I couldn't tell for sure if it was the girl who had profiled me in the library. She was too far away, and I hadn't seen her from this perceptive before. That was until she turned on her heels.

It was her. The one that could see through me. For a second it scared me.

"Y/n." The doctor sighed and called after her. "No new is good news, okay?"

Y/n. I hadn't expected that. It also felt strangely more personal now. Knowing her name, made the assumptions she made about me, more legitimate.

"Got it doc," Y/n shouted over her shoulder and raised her hand in the air to give her a thumbs up. "Have a good night."

She buried her nose in her phone as padded down the hall, slotting earphones one by one into her ears. I sunk back in my seat, trying to remain unnoticed. She hadn't noticed me yet. It would have stayed that way if the imbecile that was my dealer hadn't of charged into her.

"Sorry," he mumbled to her. I could see that he was clutching something to his chest. My prescription. If you wanted to call it that. I half expected him to turn back the way he came. But he didn't. He was cowardly but he was also arrogant. He also didn't immediately come over to me, which astounded me. He stood incoherently mumbling to her. "Y/f/n Y/l/n, right?"

She glanced up from her phone, confusion plastered on her face. "Yeah?" She pulled one earbud out.

The dealer relaxed a little. Mistake. He shouldn't. This young woman is too perceptive for her own good. "Dr Lowe asked if you could take a seat."

Oh great. Now she would see me for sure. The only seat in this hall were next to me or across from me.

Y/n slotted her phone into her pocket. She took a step back shifting her weigh to one side. She looked the dealing doctor up and down, with narrowed eyes, taking in all his nuisances. Y/n kept her overall demeanour friendly and warm, despite her apprehensions. I could tell the way her brain worked was dangerous, from all the way over here. She made you feel comfortable enough to accidently let your secrets slip. "What for? I already had my scans and blood work. Dr Cotton said she would call me..."

"He didn't specify." My dealer interrupted her as he looked down the hall and saw me watching them. He excused himself from Y/n and meandered towards me.

Wordlessly, he dropped the packet into my lap and continued on down the hall. I automatically ripped the bag open and saw the two vials that contained my will to live.

I almost forget about Y/n. But when I shoved my replenished stash into my bag, I notice that she sat in the seat across the hall from me. A short laugh escaped her lips, and she rolled her eyes.

"I thought you were quitting?" Somehow her accusatory words sounded like a melody coming from her.

I jumped up to my feet. I had to get away before she could get inside my brain again. "It's not that easy." It's true it wasn't. Admittedly, I hadn't tried that hard. But I had tried. It just seems better this way. But why was I telling her?

Her face fell. "I know that... I never said that it was." She was looking down at her wrist, running her thumb up and down the veins. She seemed upset by my comment. "I just thought you of all people would be more determined." She was quiet. She looked up at me as I was towering over her.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That day... At the library... Your friend. Wait, was she your friend? I don't argue with my friends like that. Anyway. She said you had a 3 PhD's, and you had a genius IQ. Surely, someone with your alleged academic prowess would know who unwise your current lifestyle decisions are." She settled more comfortably in her seat.

Did she just say alleged? Why did her assumptions bother me? "Tell me something, do you enjoy taunting people about assumptions you have made with no verifiable evidence?" I wanted to hurt her like she was hurting me, but I couldn't conjure up the words. The only thing I could do is create doubt in her mind too.

She chuckled. "Don't worry I'm not the police. And I don't plan on snitching on you." She had caught on. I obviously didn't want to incriminate myself.

"No, but I am. And accusing people of things they haven't done can be considered slander. So, watch yourself?"

She raised her eyebrows. "You're a cop?" Her eyes dragged from the tip of my head to the soles of my feet, assessing me. Why did everyone find it so unbelievable?

"FBI." I made the important distinction.

"Ooo. Sorry." She held her hands up in front of her, jokingly, like she was defending herself. "Agent," she chortled. "Calm down."

"This calm and it's Doctor...Dr Spencer Reid." I could feel my blood boiling. Her carefree attitude was irking me. My career is on the line, and she is playing games. "Why are you even here?"

"You ask that a lot." She rummaged around in her pocket and pulled out a pack of gum. Slipping a piece into her mouth. "It's a hospital. Why do people come to hospitals? Sorry, why do normal people come to hospitals? We can overlook your recent activities."

"What's wrong with you?" My question was genuine. I wanted to know. She didn't look unwell.

Y/n crossed her legs and arms. Typical behaviour when someone is raising their walls.

"Fine. Don't tell me. I don't really care." I slung my bag across my body and fled the awkward encounter.

How dare a random stranger just start giving me advice. Like she knows me.