Mystery Girl

Therapy Session

TW (Trigger warning)- This chapter contains sensitive content including rape, violence, trauma, etc.

Spencer's POV

"So what do you think?" Nya asked me.

"I really like it. Now we have a new table, TV, and bookshelf," I responded.

"Yeah, I had to buy new ones. I'm sorry again for breaking our things." She said.

"It's ok, come here."

I hugged her and kissed the top of her forehead.

"I really like this hoodie you have on. You look adorable." She said.

"Thanks, my wife got it for me," I responded.

She just smiled at me.

"How are you feeling about your session today?" I asked.

"I don't know, it's not really --"

"Your thing, I know, but it's good for you and I think you'll enjoy it."

"Yeah, I should actually get going, I will talk to you when I get back, ok," Nya said.

"Ok, I love you."

"I love you too," Nya said as she kissed me and walked out the door.

Nya's POV

I drove to the therapist's office and parked the car. I admit, I wasn't exactly eager to see a therapist but I know it'll make Spencer happy, and I'll do anything to make Spencer happy.

I walked into the office and then walked into the room to find the therapist pouring herself some tea.

"Hi, would you like some tea?" She asked.

"No, thank you," I responded.

"Suit yourself, Hi, I'm Dr. Alison Bonné (Bone-ay),"

"Agent Nya Reid."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Nya, please sit."

I sat on the couch while she sat on the chair in front of me with the coffee table in between us.

"You know I spoke to your husband when he was making this appointment, he told me a lot about you."

"Like what?" I ask.

"You're not too keen on the idea of therapy."

"I'm not."

"He also said you don't trust easy most of the time."

"I don't."

"I can see that, and he also told me about your breakdown."

"You guys must have had a pretty long conversation," I said.

"I just wanted to know why you were coming in today, your husband just loves talking about you. I can tell he adores you. Before we even get into that, I want you to tell me about you."

"What about me?"  I ask.

"Let's start with Family. Do you have any siblings?" She asked.

"He died."

"And your parents?"

"They're dead too." 

"Wow, you've certainly dealt with a lot of trauma."

"You have no idea," I said.

"And how did that affect you?"

"How death affects any human being, Horribly."