A familiar face from Spencer's past joins the BAU, his ex-girlfriend, who left him fourteen years, two months, and fifteen days ago.
A slow-burn love story in which she and Spencer figure out who they are together and apart, and whether or not the h...
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The "hotel" was actually an old farm house that had been converted into a bed and breakfast just outside of Ellison. The living room had been renovated into a large dining area with a bar, and the parlor was now a check-in and waiting area. All the rooms were upstairs, and since they were the only guests, all eight bedrooms were taken up by the team, the master suite being happily claimed by Emily.
They reconvened in the dining area after their assignments. After the morgue, they had spent most of the day interviewing witnesses and amusedly watching Jasper ignore the deputies trying to hit on her. It had taken a lot out of Spencer and he was ready to relax a bit.
When they had dated, she could've been holding Spencer's hand or sticking her tongue down his throat and still some asshole would come up and try to entice her away. It was endlessly frustrating, and had killed his self-esteem when it came to their relationship.
She was this gorgeous, strong, imposing woman, and he was skinny, uncomfortable, gangly Reid. He was the kid who got tied to flagpoles and laughed at by the prettiest girl in school, he didn't get to actually take her out.
Spencer knew she had done her best to assuage him of any notions that she didn't want him. She wasn't much of a PDA person when they first met, but after a month or so she began clinging to him, albeit in a less physical way than she did when they were alone, and it had helped him a lot. Still, it was hard to silence those parts of his brain that told him she belonged with someone like Jack, who was strong and brave. Someone who deserved her more than Spencer did.
"How was your first day, Jasper?" Luke asked as he approached the table, setting down a handful of drinks he'd precariously stacked on top of one another. The rest of them had pulled some tables together and spread out with takeout, drinks, and casefiles.
Jasper was eyeing a particularly bloody photo of one of the boys with one hand as she stuffed her face with the other, still wearing that red cardigan even though the temperature was in the high nineties. She ate quickly, a byproduct of being a Marine, eating most of her food before the rest of them really settled in.
Spencer used to make a game of her eating habits. She ate so quickly and was usually distracted by a book or something, so Spencer would hand her pieces of food and other plates, watching in amusement as she just kept eating whatever was handed to her.
More often than not, Spencer would hand her something inedible like a knick knack or a notepad, laughing as she bit down on it without thinking. She would glare playfully and toss the item back at him, the fight usually ending with them in a tangle of limbs and sighs on the floor instead of finishing their dinner.
"As good as it could be, I guess," she shrugged, shoving another forkful of noodles into her mouth. She stared at the photo, munching away despite the gore. "Can't imagine dead kids would be fun for anyone's first day."
"You know, we heard that you're immortal," Lewis stated. Jasper gave her a confused look. Tara just smiled back at her, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, Luke said you've done it all- been shot, stabbed, blown up," JJ added from across the table where Spencer sat next to her.
