"It's just a cut," I laugh off the pain in my legs and face. Spencer blinks at me but doesn't say anything.
"Ms. Hotchner!" Someone yells. I look over and I see someone I teach. It was strange seeing a 16-year-old roaming around my apartment building. The kid runs up to me and laughs, "Sorry I know you aren't gonna be in this week, but I have a few questions about the class."
Spencer eyes the kid suspiciously and I hold back a laugh at how he thinks anyone could be a kidnapper. Especially if they're my students. "Marco, I'll be in class next week," I cough, "Maybe two, but I swear if you write them-"
"So why do you think that profiling is an unskilled thing?" He questions, "I mean you mentioned profiling a few times and I noticed how you would always comment 'Unhelpful for you guys'."
Spencer raises a brow and glances at me. I smile weakly and shuffle in my bag to find my wallet. I find it and then take out a picture of my mom. "See this woman," I point to the woman and tap to times, "Someone killed her, they profiled the son of a bitch who did this for months and guess what? I never got to see her again," I shake my head, putting the photo away and scoffing, "If I were you I would get lost, exams start soon and you need to study." I shoo the boy away and watch him leave slowly. As I start to open my door Spencer walks in with a smirk on his face.
"You never told me that you hate profiling," Spencer plays with a vase filled with flowers he recently got me. I sigh and close my eyes.
"Spence," I look up at the sky, "It was almost 5 years ago, I was only in my late 20's, of course I'm going to blame my step dad and everything that caused this!" I talk with my hands running everywhere and pacing around.
"You were a smart teenager though," Spencer tries to calm me down. I almost forget that my legs are hurting from the task that we did today at the BAU. "Didn't you almost beat my score on the exams?" He asks.
"Key word almost," I sigh, "How the hell did you get 100/100!" I was getting antsy now and just ranting about anything. "I mean I studied like my life was on the line and still only got 98/100. Worst day ever! I thought I was going to beat my superhero's score, but-" I pause when I see Spencer with glassy eyes he looks like he is about to cry happy tears.
"You never told me I was your superhero," He whimpers, he comes over to me and hugs me, burying his head into my neck. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek. He lets go slowly and smiles. "I must have been your favorite too," He smirks.
"Don't flatter yourself," I giggle, "Penny's my favorite by like a lot."
"Then why was I, your 'superhero'?" He gives me a look and I replace it with puppy dog eyes.
"Because," I look down at his lips, "You were just so pretty," I say it in a whisper, before letting my arms go off of his neck and head into the kitchen.
"Were?" He chuckles, looking through the fridge.
"Yeah, well, then you hit thirty and became-" I stopped myself from say hot and stared at spencer. He and I are just good friends. "Old. Like a used rag doll," I shrug. Spencer looks over his shoulder and his face goes blank.
"I did not," He says.
"Statistically as you get older your supposedly to get uglier," I giggle, "And you are to eat more."
Spencer closes the fridge and crosses his arms across his chest. "If you weren't Hotch's daughter I'd kill you for saying that," Spencer eyes me up and down.
"I only took his last name," I grab a spoon and then a yogurt from the fridge, "Technically, I'm not 'his kid'. But go ahead, bet you won't." I dare him and he glares at me. I strip open the small yogurt carton and start to eat.
