"𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒．"
－ Season 15 Spencer Reid
T.W: This story's plot is mainly based on sexual assault. If that is a trigger of yours, I recommend you not read.
---------------------- ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ • Rape •BAU case triggers
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Spencer watches Y/n carefully brush a mascara wand through her eye lashes, very meticulously. "Are you sure you're ready?" He asks in an unsure tone.
"Spence, I'm fine. It's been four weeks." She replies, a hint of annoyance laced in her voice. He had only been asking her that same question all morning.
The last month had been a roller coaster to say the least. It was filled with anger, broken vases, tears, and lots and lots of Greys Anatomy.
For the first week she was put on suicide watch, Spencer took off work instead of hiring a nurse. He suspected that she would want someone she's familiar with watching over her, rather than a complete stranger. Although, he realizes now that it was an arrogant idea. In a calamitous event like this, she needed a professional.
He made many mistakes throughout this month. They both had. But they were getting better, slowly but surely.
Y/n got mad a lot, mostly for the little things. She would throw her books onto the ground, or slam her phone into the wall whenever someone would text to check in on her. She even cussed Spencer out on multiple occasions.
Spencer never took any of it to heart. He knew the healing process would be hard. Even though she had shattered a few of Spencer's things, she would still come around in the end. Wether it was to cry into him or simply just to cuddle and watch movies, she still meant those few three words.
"Exactly. It's only been a month, Lovely. You don't have to push yourself to start too soon. It's better to heal completely now than to break down in the middle of a case." He continues to persuade her.
He follows her into their shared closet as she begins scavenging through her clothes. "I'm not changing my mind on this." She shakes her head. "I can never thank you enough for putting up with my shit for this past month. But I promise you, I'm okay now." She doesn't look directly at him, but Spencer can see the blush rising on her cheeks from a mile away.
"Look at me." Spencer whispers, not completely audible to her.
Y/n stops and meets his eyes, "What?" Her rosy cheeks from Spencer's nickname was still present. No matter how many times he would call her 'Lovely', she would never feel like it was any less important.
In a swift move, Spencer moves toward her. Grabbing her by her waist, and putting his other hand under her chin. She looks up at him, their eyes meeting immediately sending shivers down his spine. "I love you, okay? I've loved you since day one of meeting you. What you went through is not... 'shit'. And I did not put up with it. I held your hand as you walked through hell, Y/n. You are so insanely strong, but just because you're strong doesn't mean you don't need a break sometimes. If you're not ready, then you're not ready. That's okay. Just tell me what you need."
