The Trust Of My Life - A Spencer Reid Fanfic

Chapter 46: Drunk bride

Spencer's POV

I can't believe I'm getting married today. I think to myself and straighten my bow. After that, I run a comb through my grown out hair. Originally, I was going to cut it but I remembered Lina mentioning that she loves my longer hair.

I sigh. The last few months have been very stressful for Lina and I, since wedding planning is very frustrating. We've argued a lot over decorations, venues, food choices, and pretty much everything wedding related. But in the end, we settled with getting married in Las Vegas with a celestial wedding theme.

Just then, Morgan comes into my dressing room, all dressed up in his suit. "Hey, kid. How you feeling?"

"Excited, happy, elated..." I reply, fixing my suit. "Why?"

"J-just wondering," he stammers before rushing away. I stare after him, wondering why he's acting all nervous.

I check my watch. Ugh, 1 hour till the wedding. Why is time moving so slow? Eight minutes pass and I'm starting to grow impatient. I'm not allowed to see Lina in her wedding dress so I haven't seen her all day. I decide to rehearse my vows when I hear fast clicking pass by my room outside.

Opening the door, I find Garcia racing down the hallway in her high heels. "Penelope?" I call out.

She turns on her heels and looks at me with a worried expression. "H-h-hey, Boy Wonder. You look very handsome."

"Thanks...." I can tell she's trying to hide something from me so I try to profile it out of her. "Is everything okay?"

Her eyes dart back and forth, not meeting eye contact. "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

I scratch my chin thoughtfully. "I don't know... you seem nervous."

"Nervous? I seem nervous?"

I roll my eyes. "Garcia, you and I both know you're hiding something. Now out with it."

She shakes her head. "I can't, sorry."

"Why not?" Garcia looks like she's dying to tell me. I just need to get it out of her. "Is it... about the wedding?"

"No."

"The decorations?"

"Nope."

"Guests?" I ask and she shakes her head. "Lina?"

"Uh... no." She pretends to fix her hair.

"What happened to Lina?" I demand.

"Nothing happened." Garcia pushes me back into my room. "We got it covered."

Panic spreads through me. "Where is she? Let me see her!"

"No you can't, Reid!"

"I don't care about the 'not allowed to see her in her wedding dress rule', quote-unquote," I protest. "I need to see her!"

Garcia looks down at the floor. "She's gone...."

My jaw drops. "What?!?" I blink rapidly, trying to comprehend what I just heard. "W-what do you mean she's gone???"

"I don't know, Derek just asked me to track her cell phone. She's at a gas station or something!"

Suddenly, Morgan comes running up to us. "Hey, what's going on?"

Glaring at him, I demand, "Derek Morgan, when were you going to tell me my future wife has gone missing?"

"Relax, kid, she's fine. I spoke with her on the phone."