Lost In The Fire | Spencer Reid

15. 'Trauma Forms Bonds'

Becca sang along to her favourite song, playing loudly on her phone beside her as she ran the straighteners through her long hair.

'Ooh, I love it when you do it like that, and when you're close up, give me the shivers.'

She'd fallen asleep quickly after the shower, her hair still wet, and there was no way she was stepping foot outside the hotel room door without making it more presentable! 

The bathroom door opened softly behind her, Spencer appearing through the doorway, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

"Good morning," she smiled at him in the reflection of the mirror as he walked up behind her. 

Slipping his arms around her waist, he pulled her tight against his bare chest, his breath warm against her shoulder.

"Good morning," he smiled back, placing a gentle kiss against her shoulder before making his way towards the bed and laying down, his back against the headboard. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," she nodded. "Unfortunately my hair didn't fair so well," she laughed.

"You're ridiculous, you look beautiful," he smiled sweetly as she shook her head.

"Yeah well, you're slightly biased, you have to say that," she laughed.

"You know me better than to think I would say something I didn't mean," he chuckled. 

Turning the hot straighteners off and putting them down on the dressing table, she made her way to Spencer's side, taking his face gently in her hands as she kissed his lips tenderly.

"And that is just one of the many reasons I love you Dr Reid," she whispered, kissing him quickly again before grabbing a pack of wet wipes from the bedside cabinet and heading back to the dressing table to put her makeup on.

"While we're on that subject, we should talk about maybe telling the team about us," Spencer said. "So many of them know now, and even those that don't already have their suspicions."

"I know, it was Em I was worried about purely because of us working together, but she seems to be really happy for us," Becca smiled contentedly. "Penelope is going to be go crazy," she laughed. "Do you think everybody else will be ok?" She asked hesitantly. "I know how much they worry about you, and I don't want anything to be weird. I really feel comfortable with everyone, I don't want that to change," she explained nervously. 

Spencer sat up on the bed, crossing his legs beneath him.

"Bex, they love you, you're part of this crazy family now," he smiled reassuringly as he pushed his wet hair back from his face. "Yes, they look out for me, but that's because they want me to be happy. And you make me happy. Happier than I've ever been," he beamed. "And that's all they'll need to know." She nodded, sighing deeply as she swept the mascara wand across her long lashes. 

"The only person who might have had anything to say would be JJ, but even after everything that happened between us she was so supportive of Max and I, and she already knows you better than she knew Max," Spencer babbled.

"What do you mean, everything that happened between you?" Becca asked quietly, the hackles on the back of her neck rising as she screwed the lid back onto the mascara.

"When she told me she loved me," he said matter-of-factly. Becca froze, her heart seeming to skip a beat as she turned to look at him.

"When she what?" She exclaimed. "Spence, when was this?" A look of panic fell across his face and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed hard.

"I assumed Emily had told you things had always been a little complicated between the two of us," he muttered, his voice cracking with anxiety.

"She told me you two had been on one date years ago, but you saying 'always' makes me think this is more than that."