"The irrationality of a thing is not an argument against its existence, rather, a condition of it."
Friedrich Nietzsche
*EDITED AGAIN CAUSE I SUCK*I step out of the shower and dry myself off and put on my clothes.
I step out of the bathroom and make my way to the kitchen, following the smell of something burning.
I stand in the entry to the kitchen and see my husband trying to set out a fire on the stove.
I laugh and make my way over to him "need help?" I ask pushing him out of the way.
"No I don't" he replies playfully shoving me back and setting out the fire.
I laugh as he picks up a piece of burnt bacon, "Well this was a fail."
I smile and wrap my arms around him, "it was still a romantic gesture." I say.
He leans down and kisses me on the top of the head. "Oh and" he says pulling away from me and walking over to a cabinet and pulling out a small bag and handing it to me. "Happy birthday."
I smile and take the bag from him, "I told you not to get me anything." I say starting to pull out the tissue paper.
"I know but I wanted to" he says.
I finish pulling out the tissue paper and pull out a red velvet box. I smile at him and I open it, reviling a golden heart locket.
"It's beautiful." I say taking it out of the box. "Here let me help you," he says taking it from me and turning me around, putting the necklace around my neck.
"It gets better." He says once I'm facing him again opening the locket showing off the pictures of my family.
Our family.
"Thank you." I say smiling at him, and embracing him in another hug.
I start to pull away when I hear a crash from the living room.
"What was that?" I whisper looking in that direction.
"Probably just the kids playing outside," he says referring to our children.
"No I don't think so." I mumble and start to walk over there.
"Becs wait," he calls in a whisper after me and grabs his gun from a drawer and gets in front of me.
We make our way to the living room and find nothing but a broken window. "Oh my gosh." I mumble putting my hand over my mouth.
"Here-" he says handing me the gun, "go outside and see if the kids are ok I'm going to look around." He says leaving, giving me no choice to go outside.
I walk out the front door and look around, my kids no where in sight.
I walk around the yard, looking behind trees and bushes.
I creep around the side of the house to see my children huddling near each other, shaking in fear.
"Are you guys alright?" I ask leaning down next to them wrapping my arms around them.
I feel them both nod their heads. I stay siting next to them, not sure if it's safe to enter the house, when I hear a gun shot go off.
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I jolt up in the bed, breathing heavily. I look at the clock on the night stand next to me.
2:43am.
I sigh I force myself out of the bed, and make my way to the kitchen in Mal's apartment.
I open a cabinet and take out a glass and fill it with water, taking a sip.
I set the glass down and start to head back towards the bedroom when a hand goes over my mouth, and an arm around my waist.
I start to panic, and try to fight back but within seconds I'm out cold.
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Hello!
Ok 1) I know this chapter is short...
2) yes there is a lot if foreshadowing (ew English word)
3) I'm sorry if everyone ends up pissed at me. I don't really care. I had this part planned for weeks now xD!
Anyway...next part will NOT be coming out next week cause it's going to be longer than normal BECAUSE I'm going to have two separate POVs for the chapter about events happening at the same time...if that makes sense? Idk?
Anyway beside the next part in sorry if I'm updating slower then usual I've been stressed lately :)
That's all for now! Bye!

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