𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 | spencer reid

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

11.
TAKEN

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Isla was awoken to the sound of her alarm on her phone. Her bag was across the room so she couldn't immediately switch it off. Groaning, she got to her feet before stopping the alarm. If Isla could, she would simply go back to sleep and not leave her apartment for a while. The memories of the night previous still fresh in her mind. Sighing, Isla looked down at her attire. She was in the same clothes as last night, minus her bra. The bruises seemed to fade slightly over night but they were still pretty obvious. The bruises marking the locations where Spencer's lips had come in contact with her body.

Isla didn't need to go to work today. Patrick was over the small sickness he had and was eager to get back to work so she was completely free all day. Isla hated the thought of that. If she was working, she could distract herself from the events of the previous night and the fact that she had a date that evening.

Cancelling the date would have been the obvious choice, but Isla didn't want to seem rude, she knew there would be no second date already. Getting changed into some comfortable clothes, Isla sat on her couch and just stared at the blank television screen. She felt lonely without Spencer's presence. Normally she would go to his apartment or she would go to his when she knew he had a day off. Everything felt off.

Against her better judgement, Isla stood up from her couch and made the short trek to Spencer's. Fumbling with her keys, she found the one that unlocked Spencer's apartment. It was eerily empty. The curtains were drawn open letting light flood into the apartment. Stepping further inside, Isla called out his name.

"Spencer?" She said.

There was no response. She walked over to the couch and her mind couldn't help but flash to what happened between them last night. Isla couldn't help but shudder at the thought. Her gaze drifted over to the coffee table and there was a piece of paper with his messy handwriting on it. It read;

Isla,

I knew you would probably come to my apartment like you always do. I'm fine, I was just called into a case. It's local so I should be back later. I know that I left you with many questions and I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore after what happened, but if you want to talk, we can later.

Love Spencer.

Isla couldn't help herself but smile at the 'Love Spencer' part of the letter. She also couldn't help herself but laugh slightly at the fact he wrote a letter - it was such a Spencer Reid thing to do. Standing up from his couch, she picked up the letter and placed it in her pocket and headed out of his apartment. Not wanting to go back to her own apartment, she decided to take a walk, she didn't exactly know where to but she just needed to clear her head.

As soon as Isla stepped out into the fresh air, she took a deep breath before picking a direction to walk in. There were so many thoughts crashing about in Isla's head that she was surprised that they weren't causing her a headache. A majority of those thoughts were about Spencer, a couple of those thoughts were about her date tonight and what she was going to wear to cover the bruises on her neck and chest.