Fifty Ways to Love You - Emily Prentiss x OC

9. a hard day's night

"Spence, I promise you I am fine." He shook his head at me. I was doing everything not to smile at the mere possibility of a kiss to be shared between Emily and myself.

"Galya...I don't want you to get hurt. Please don't lie to me, I know when you're lying. What's wrong?"

"Spencer, nothing's wrong. I'm actually doing really well today." How true was it? The day had been a roller coaster.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you last night. I really am,"

"No, no, don't worry," I reassured him, "it's really okay, Spence. I get it. It's your mom. Thank you for calling Emily, though. I really needed it,"

"I should've gone," he said. Spencer was genuinely sad he couldn't help me. He was already so generous, so thoughtful; he stayed the night at my house when he knew I was having a difficult day fighting my brain.

"Don't feel bad. I'm okay, and you're already more than kind to me. You do so much, I'm so lucky to have you. Is there anything I can do for you?" He smiled and shook his head.

"No. Thank you, Galya. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, Spencer, I am good. Do not feel bad. I love your concern for me, but I am a grown ass woman, and I am okay today."

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A hard case. It took so much out of me. Out of everybody. Have you ever done a distance run, and you don't realize how bad it is, how taxing, until you slow down and stop running? Your body realizes you're done and you know that if you try to even walk, your legs will turn to jelly?

My brain, body, and soul were wiped out. Emily and I hadn't spoken much on the case other than to work; we didn't know what to say. It wasn't bad, actually, although it sounds so.

My aching body. I tried to curl up where Spencer usually slept, since he was now doing paperwork. I couldn't get to sleep.

I saw Hotch look at me, his own weary eyes not judging me, not tonight. Emily and JJ were both asleep, Rossi drinking a scotch or something as always. Tara was staring out the window.

I attempted to calm my speeding thoughts by thinking of our near kiss in the bathroom almost a week prior.

Her steady hands holding my arms. It was like we were being pulled together, but she wasn't pulling me, nor was I her. I was close enough to smell her strawberry perfume and the coffee on her breath.

I thought of what we could do if we had more time. My hands in her raven hair. Our tongues touching where our lips met. Her gripping my waist or my hips, keeping my body close to hers. Our fingers dancing over one another as we nearly set the world aflame.

It's all in my head. We'd barely spoken for a week, but I was fantasizing about making out with her. Please, Emily, I'm begging you to hold me tight against you and kiss me hard. That's all I want. Do you want to kiss me too?

Great, now I'm just sad.

Spencer looked at my morose little face, and he came and sat next to me. I was still laying down, but he just sat beside my head and started playing with my hair. Damn, if I wasn't gay, I would for sure try to get with him. He's a nice boy.

"Galina," he muttered, "how are you?"

"I'm good," I replied instinctively. I was not, in fact, good. Of course Dr. Spencer Reid could see right through my lying bullshit.

"Hmm," was all he said for a minute, before continuing, "what were you thinking about that made you upset like this?" I smiled. I loved this boy. My best friend in the entire world.

"Don't worry about it. Just play with my hair, maybe I'll sleep," I murmured.

He frowned at me and said, "Wait, you're going to hurt your neck and back if you sleep like that, here." He put one leg under my head and I laughed. "Better?" he chuckled.

"Very ergonomic, Spencer, thank you," I laughed. His fingers were still in my hair.

"Alright. You need to sleep, Galya, good night."

No, I would never be into Spencer, and no one knew but he would never be into me either, so we instead were the best of friends.