It's Complicated

A Night On The Floor

Quantico , Virginia, 2004

October 12, the only birthday I can remember, aside from my own. Spencer reid is 24 today.  The team organized a party at a local pub for him because he doesn't like clubbing.

JJ insisted that we were to get the invitations through the mail so it would be more fun. Harry saw the invitation so I explained to him that he was just a work friend and that I barely know him.

Harry insists that we go so I can make new work friends but I know it's just because he wants to intimidate all the males that I work with.

I put on my beige dress that had lace along the heart neckline and spaghetti straps. I shoved my feet into my brown cowboy boots and walked into the kitchen with my heels clicking behind me.

Pete was in the kitchen wearing a black tight fitting shirt to show his muscles and dark wash jeans. Even with my heels on, he was still a head taller than me. I wonder how he's going to react when he finds out Spencer is taller than him.

We took a cab to the pub, the driver was really nice and we talked about the history of D.C.

When we got there, Aaron, his wife Hayley, Spencer, JJ, Garcia and Derek were already there. Suddenly, I felt really uncomfortable in my dress and with Harry.

"Hey, Harry" I nudged him as we got in.

"Yeah?"

"I feel kinda nauseous, I'm going to the bathroom" he looked down at me, worried.

"Are you okay, do you want me to go with you?"

"No, it's okay. They are just over there" I pointed to the table where they sat and rushed off to the bathroom. The second I got into the stall I kneeled down and got sick.

I just kept getting sick over and over again, my head began to spin when I began to lift it up.

I was in the stall for about half a hour when someone knocked on the door.

"Aoife, are you okay?" It was Penelope.

All I could manage to get out was an inaudible groan.

"Open the door, baby"

I reached up to the stall lock  and opened it up.

"Oh my god. Do you want a doctor or Harry or just to get out of here. What do you want me to do?"

I hesitantly got up and leaned against the stall wall.

"Im fine. Let's go celebrate Spencer growing old."
I walked out of the stall with Penelope on my tail who was trying to tell me I'm not ok and made my way over to the table and sat next to Spencer because Harry was on the inside. They all turned they're heads to face me and it went awkwardly quiet.

"Happy birthday, man" I practically whispered because my voice box was so strained from getting sick it was all I could squeak out, nudging Spencer's shoulder.

Spencer mumbled a small 'haha thanks' under his breath and turned away from me. Odd.

Harry gave me a look as to say 'are you ok' and I nodded in reply. Everyone began talking again while I zoned out.

Looking around the room, it was a nice pub, not very loud but there was enough people talking for it not to be dead silent. A crappy knock-off Beatles were doing covers of their songs were playing.

I began to wonder what made me so sick. I didn't have anything that would give me foot poisoning today, I had the flu vaccine there was only one other reason that was playing in my head on repeat that I really didn't want it to be. It had been around six weeks since Pete and I had sex. So that's almost every sign.

"Spencer, how many weeks since the 27 of September?"  I whispered to him. That was when my last period was due.

"2 weeks and 1 day, uh why?" He whispered back looking at me in the eyes.

"Just wondering"

I stayed quiet all night, only nodding and laughing when I thought was right, my thoughts filled up my head rapidly I thought it was going to explode.

On the way home I told Harry I need to buy some medicine for my headache but I went and got a pregnancy test.

I did not want Harry to find out because I know that he will want to be a dad and I can't give him that false hope.

When I got home, Harry was already asleep so I went into the main bathroom, not out en-suite and did the test.

I waited patiently leaning against the bathroom sink, starring at myself in the mirror crying. After a hour of doing nothing I checked the test.

They're were two lines.

I checked the packaging to make sure that was what positive meant.

'Blah blah blah blah two lines...pregnant'

I threw the test in the bin outside our flat and stayed awake all night in bed, fidgeting with the sheets, playing with the hairs on Pete's arms, drawing circles on his back. Just distracting me from my thoughts.