Kissing Valentine

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I wake up to loud banging on my door.

I stumble off my couch, walking to the door, "Val!" A voice shouts from the other side.

I open the door and am met with Spencer and Derek.

"Oh thank god," Derek breathes, hanging up the phone that was pressed to his ear.

"What?" I ask, pissed that they woke me up from my wonderful sleep. "Everyone's tried calling you, we've been worried." Spencer says, he looks like he's fuming.

"What? I've been asleep?" I defend, "For 30 hours?!" I swear I see a vein pop through Derek's forehead. Spencer pulls Derek's shoulder back gently, Derek takes a breath and step away from the threshold of the door. "We thought you got kidnapped, or was dead." Spencer further explained, "I get that, I'm an average sleeper, my phone ringing should've woke me up." I say, walking to the couch and shuffling through the cushions to find my phone.

I find it wedged between the back and middle cushion. I try to turn it on...It's dead. No surprise.

"Shit my phones dead." I groan. "Keep your phone charged, kid." Derek says, causing me to glare at him. Him and Spencer were still standing outside my door.

"You guys can come inside." I gesture in, moving past the door. They both walk inside, looking around my apartment.

"Not entertaining but its cozy. Also would you guys like water? Or coffee or tea?" I ramble off, "Tea." "Coffee." Derek looks disgusted at Spencer for saying Tea. "What are ya, british?" Derek asks in an over-exaggerated english accent.

I walk to the kitchen and fill my kettle with water and put it on the stove and turn the stove on.

I grab my box of tea bags and set it on the counter.

I realize I need my tea stirrer, which is an especially long spoon I use to stir my tea with.

I climb onto the countertop, being careful of the hot stove next to me and reach for the stirrer. I try shifting my left leg a little higher so I can reach it, but my leg slips and I fall backwards, hitting my head on the stove on the way down.

Spencer and Derek come rushing into the kitchen. I sit up and press my fingers against my head. When I bring my fingers back down I see blood. That's not good.

"Let me take a look," Spencer says, his hands gently tilting my head towards him so he can get a better look at my injury.

"Do you have a med kit?" He asks me, I nod. "It's under my bed." Spencer looks at Derek and Derek goes to fetch the med kit.

He brings it back out a moment later and sets it beside Spencer and opens it.

He goes to reach for the gauze, but pauses. "Val, why is there a knife and lighter in here?" He questions, and know I may get how it seems...but sadly it's exactly how it seems.

I stutter several times, not knowing what to say.

I mean, do I risk lying in front of two profilers who would most definitely be able to detect my lie, or face the truth?

"Yeah, it's probably how it seems." I say, Derek nods but that answer alone isn't enough for Spencer, based on the look on his face, but he probably doesn't want to ask further in front of Derek, which I greatly appreciate.

Derek opens the pack of gauze and passes it to Spencer, who presses the white stuff to the gaping cut on my head.

I hiss softly, "Sorry," he murmurs and points to the gauze tape with his free hand, Derek tosses him the roll of it.

He takes it and wraps it around my head to keep the gauze in place.

Spencer assesses me for more injuries for a moment longer.