Lost In The Fire | Spencer Reid

22. Glad You're Here

Becca stepped out from the airport terminal, pulling her suitcase behind her as the cold wind bit at her face, the freezing raindrops stinging her skin small blades. Shielding her eyes, she looked around, quickly picking the car she was looking for out from the crowd, making her way towards it as Dave climbed from the drivers seat.

He smiled as she reached him, kissing her cheek gently as he took her suitcase from her hand, lifting it into the trunk as she hopped into the passenger seat. Dave pulled the door closed behind him, sighing with relief at being back out of the driving rain. Pulling on his seatbelt, he smiled sadly at her.

"I thought you guys were on a case?" She said quietly.

"It wasn't too far away," he reassured her. "I came as soon as Penelope called. The rest of the team have stayed to finish up." Becca nodded.

"Has anyone managed to get in touch with him yet?" Dave shook his head. "Ok. I guess we try his apartment first." Dave nodded, pulling the car away out of its space and heading towards the freeway.

"How was your flight?"

"Long," Becca whispered, gesturing to a bottle of water from the center console. "Do you mind?"

"Have at it." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as she gulped her way through half of the bottle. "You good?"

"Yeah, sorry," she muttered, wiping her lips. "I wasn't very well on the flight and by the time I came out of the bathroom, the flight attendants had already stopped selling drinks. I feel fine now, don't panic, I'm not going to throw up in the Bentley," she smiled.

"Worry and stress can have a big effect on a person," he said softly.

The rest of the journey passed in relative silence, the only sound being the soft jazz music drifting softly from the speakers.

As they reached Spencer's building, Dave pulled up to the kerb and switched off the engine.

"I'll come up with you, just in case he's not here." Becca nodded, sighing as they climbed from the car and made their way to the front doors.

They climbed the stairs quickly, silently, until they were outside Spencer's door. Taking a deep breath, she gently knocked on the door, but no answer came. Just silence, and stillness.

Reaching above her head, she ran her fingers across the top of the doorframe, eventually feeling the cold metal of the spare key. She turned, smiling hesitantly at Dave, who nodded for her to carry on. Turning the key in the lock, she pushed the door open slowly.

It was dark inside, the curtains closed, blocking out the streetlights glinting outside, and all she heard was the patter of the rain against the windowpane. She took a step inside, and stopped as she saw Spencer curled up on the sofa, a blanket pulled up around his shoulders. She turned to Dave, kissing him on the cheek.

"I'll take it from here," she said softly. "Thank you for picking me up, I owe you."

"You owe me nothing," he insisted. "Call if you need anything."

"Will do," she nodded, taking her wet jacket off and hanging it on a hook beside the door, closing it softly behind Dave as he left. Turning around, she walked towards the couch, smiling sadly. Spencer was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling gently, his hair falling across his eyes.

She sat down gently beside him, laying her hand softly against his cheek. His eyes slowly fluttered open, his chest freezing for a moment, his tired brain taking a few seconds to recognise her.

"Hey," she smiled sadly.

"Are you really here?" He whispered, his eyes growing glassy with unshed tears. She nodded.