𝓬𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 .ᐟ

23. daddy issues

After what happened in the last thing that Maeve or anyone had thought about was her apartment, when she returned her key didn't work, the locks seemed to have been changed, and only a few things were seen lying in front of the door.

Maeve checks the boxes. Things like her books or records were thrown there without any delicacy. The girl prepares to pick them up so she can move them away from the entrance.

Morgan kept her company that afternoon, because he doesn't want to leave her alone after what happened despite the girl having shown that she can take care of herself.

— I need to get my clothes out of there. —Maeve says trying to force the lock. —  I'm not Paris Hilton.

— I can open the door.

— yeah, How?

— Like I open all the doors.

— You're not going to break down my door, You doorman.

— In theory, it's no longer yours.

— In theory shut up.

Maeve gives up on the lock and knows that it is easier to open a window than a door so she tries it this time, this time with the window. It takes her a few seconds to come out with her things in her backpack.

— I'm not even going to ask how you know how to do that. — Morgan says when he sees her come out of it.

— Good. Because I would have to kill you if I explain.

Morgan had helped Maeve carry her things, Spencer had been present with them, giving his girlfriend the key and making sure everything was according to plan, Spencer had made a point of reading her the building rules even though no one had told her. He complied but it was very important that he knew it. She now lived exactly two floors above his.

It was Maeve's first night in her apartment, it was obviously bigger than her previous apartment. There were still things missing that made the place characteristic of Maeve. For now it seemed like any other room, walls without colors, a room with little decoration and Maeve's books thrown everywhere.

— Hmm.  I feel a little offended that now that you live nearby you don't want to sleep with me. — Spencer said.

— Come on. I need to spend at least one night here, you and I know that I will rarely use my own bed.

— I hope that is the case, Hunter.

— You're being a little dependent on me, don't you think so, Dr. Reid?

— Not even close. I would like to spend as much time as possible with you if the day didn't have twenty-four short hours.

— Mhm. What if. . .You sleep in my bed, Just this time!

— I'll get my pillows.

The day after that they had a case quite early in Las Vegas. This has caused Spencer Reid nightmares. The team trying to solve the disappearance of children close to five years old. Spencer's memory got in the way at all times, causing him headaches and nightmares that prevented him from being part of the case or at least giving his hundred percent. 

Maeve would think that the boy was happy to return to the city where he grew up, after all she would be too if they returned to New York. It was Morgan who noticed it more than the rest of the team, so he decided to find out what was wrong.

Morgan insisted that dreams are a reflection of something we do not see, and our subconscious shows it to us, there was something that Spencer did not want to be aware of. And even he himself was beginning to suspect it, so his plan was to stay in Las Vegas and find out if those were his memories, or just his imagination.