DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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What were the chances that the day y/n drove back into town we were called on a case. As if my angst already wasn't eating away at me, the case wasn't helping. It didn't go well at all. Morgan dropped me back outside my apartment when we got back, but I didn't make it inside, instead rerouting and walking the opposite direction to Y/N's apartment, still armed with my go bag.

At the end of the street, Morgan braked harshly, trying to decipher where I was going. The red light contrasted starkly again the dark night. I walked straight past him.

"Not your destination for the night?" He rolled in the car next to me.

"Not now Morgan."

Derek chuckled. "Let me at least give you a ride." He unlatched his door.

I kept walking, my feet pounding the sidewalk. "NO! I'm good."

"Kid, it's fine. Just get in."

I huffed and skidded my feet to a halt. "Morgan. I said I'm fine. I just need some air. Okay."

Derek frowned. "Woah okay, kid. Someone's tense."

I dropped my bag on the ground. "You don't even know the half of it, Morgan. So back off. Some of us have bigger problems in life than living from one, one night stand to the next. Some of us have real problems that put us in life-or-death situations. Situations where you just want to crawl under a rock and stay there. Where you don't know if you'll even make it to the next day. Yet everyone seems to have an opinion. Why does everyone think that they know about my life. You all know nothing. You don't have a fucking clue. So kindly just fuck off."

"Okay... I'm going to pretend that this didn't happen. Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, when hopefully you have a clearer head." Morgan slammed close the door and turned off onto the highway.

I slumped my shoulders, already regretting my outburst. Y/n was burrowing further in my head. As if the headaches weren't enough.

My new addiction was taking over, but I wasn't ready to quit her yet.

My angst was unfathomable by the time I reached her door. My fist made contact with the door, every second that passed after my knocking, tormenting me.

When she finally opening the door, the warm glow of her lamp backlighting her as she rubbed her eyes when she poked her head around the door. "Spencer?" She opened the door wider, standing fully in the door frame. I scanned her up and down. Her hair was braided over one shoulder. A large sweatshirt cloaked her, with on the hem of her pyjama shorts visible. I missed seeing the olive in her skin. The concentric rings in her eyes that got lighter the further from her pupil. But her movement was stiffer. Her posture pained. Her eyes bloodshot and her under eyes almost looked bruised. Her eyes flickered over my rumpled outfits and the bag in my hand. "Did you just get back?"

"Can I come in?"

She nodded and stepped aside letting me. I dropped my bag by her coat closet. I looked around her apartment soaking in the familiar scent that I had been starved of. "You look different." I clapped my hands together crouching down beside the fireplace, stoking it.

She latched the door and leaned back against it.

"I mean, you're... just different. For the last time I saw you."

She dropped her gaze, sighing and pushing off the door. She slid over to the kitchen. "Water?" She paused looking over her shoulder.

"Okay." I got back to my feet.

Y/n lifted her heels, struggling to reach for a glass on the top shelf of the cupboard. The bottom of her sweatshirt rode, exposing the supple skin of her lower back. I couldn't help myself. I rested my hand on her and reach over her with the other, bring down the glass.

"Thanks," she whispered, sliding against the countertop, out of my clutches and turning on the tap full blast. As the water ran, I followed behind her, holding softly on to her arms and pushing my weight into her and against the table. Her breath hitched, but she continued to stare into the stream of water. I dropped my hands lower dragging them down to her exposed legs. She jolted and began filling the glass, trying to ignore my obvious disposition. The water overflowed the glass as I burrowed my head in her hair. She quickly stopped the water and turned around so that we were chest to chest. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She held up the glass in the narrow gap between us. I kept one hand firmly on her left and took the glass with my right, sipping it. I droplet fell off the rim of the glass and trickled down her neck down her chest. She jumped with the cold liquid hit her skin. I pressed my lips on her skin letting my lips warm her as I caught the trickling water. She shivered knocking the glass tipping the water over her, soaking her sweatshirt.

"Oh shit." I stepped back, watching the puddle form on the ground.

Y/n was already shivering.

"Shit, you're freezing as it is. Take off your sweatshirt it will back to colder." I tried to help her remove it.

She was grateful and first, but immediately recoiled when she saw my eyes settle on her forearms. Her normal tan was replaced with blueish smudges that marked them. "Y/n..."

She immediately snatched the sweatshirt back. "I'm going to change." She scuttled into her room.

I followed after her. "Y/n your arm..."

But I was only surprised more. She pulled her T-shirt of her head and I saw the small scars on the side of the base of her neck and the scars on her back.

Then the pieces started to fall into place. I was so involved with myself that I hadn't seen it sooner. "Are you sick?"