Ineffable - S.REID

07

・゜゜・．ONE WEEK LATER  .・゜゜・

Clara had been forced to call in sick to work the second her alarm had woken her up. She woke in pain, pain that built over time and severely worsened anytime she moved. So she ended up curled up on the couch downstairs, watching the tv with a hot water bottle perched on her uterus. Her medication recommended by the doctor kicked in a little after half an hour, inducing slight disorientation and a discreet pain relief just to take the edge off so she could actually function somewhat.

The fourth movie of the day rolled to a close (La dolce vita) and suddenly Clara's phone rang. Having thought she put the device on silent, she picked it up with a slight agitation slowing her movements. She smiled softly at the name reflected back at her then brought it to her ear. "Hi," she whispered, clearing her throat of its sleepiness.

"Are you okay?" His response came quick but quiet, suggesting that he was not alone in the room. She assumed it was JJ or Emily, a presence in which he would be comfortable enough to make such a phone call.

She curled herself into a more comfortable position after reaching for the phone, placing a now lukewarm water bottle back in its place as a comfort as she knew it would not do anything anymore. Luckily she had managed to find a spot where she could fold herself over and, for a moment, the pain lifted. "Yeah no i'm fine, well at the moment i'm fine. Cramps," she explained as relief flooded through her womb, the cramps relented.

"Oh i'm sorry for callin-"

"Spencer, don't be," she paused, remembering that he was at work and this most likely was not just a friendly phone call. "I'm assuming you need my help with a case?"

He chuckled, the sound sounding deeper down the phone than it did usually. "I-I wouldn't say I exactly needed your help, just wanted an insight."

"Oh right because Spencer Reid never needs help," she continued sarcastically, laughing in such a way that he naturally felt included to laugh too. "Okay take me through it."

"I got Garcia to send you an email with some details, did you get it?"

"Hang on, let me go to my computer." Clara awkwardly stood, sending the top blanket she had covered herself with towards the floor. She sighed softly and wrapped the second blanket around herself before grabbing her hot water and normal water bottle before heading upstairs to her computer in the rather messy and book littered office. She powered up her computer, noticing that she had forgotten to turn it off after playing a game previously and quickly went for her emails. "That and a virtual bouquet of flowers, bless that lady," she paused with a soft chuckle as she began to flick through the various pieces of evidence that had been handed to her. "Conflict in MO," she muttered as she continued to flicker through the images, finding that a particular picture of one of the victims caught her attention.

"I said that," he commented softly, followed by laughter that he clearly did not want whoever was in the room to hear. She heard it through, loud and clear. "Did she include the profile?"

"Yeah she did," Clara replied absentmindedly, the sound of her mouse clicking echoing down the line.

He instantly picked up on her change in tone and asked, "Do you think it's wrong?"

Silence followed for a second before she spoke through semi gritted teeth, "No sorry just wave of pain."

"Clara-"

"I'm okay i'm okay," she assured softly though to him it sounded as if she were anything but okay. There was a slight hesitancy to her voice that didn't usually appear, suggesting drowsiness that he assumed would be from medication. Regret for disturbing her began to brew in his mind. "I'm guessing you got no interviews?"