"Marceline Lyra Salden, at your service."
"Spencer Reid," he says, "Detective Spencer Reid, actually. At yours."
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+Spencer Reid X OC
A weary detective strides into the dimly lit bar, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the patrons...
As the snow works to make the sky and the earth into something uniform, time falls along with it.
At some point, the Metropolitan Police arrives.
At some point, they're transported to the nearest hospital, Spencer in Marceline's arms.
At some point, they're separated, checked, changed, and put into beds in the general wing. Medical staff wonders at how Spencer's scar seems both fresh and ancient.
At some point, dawn returns.
Spencer hasn't awoken.
Marceline had snuck into his hospital room. He looked so eerily peaceful, she couldn't help but stroke his hair.
"Why haven't you woken?" she says to herself.
She heard commotion outside and recognized the voice.
"Where is she!" the person demanded, she opened the door to see Ryn, disheveled and frantic. When he saw her, he ran up to her and hugged her tightly. " I don't know what I'd do if I lost you Cygnus Choris." She returned the tight hug until he broke it, and he plucked her head.
" Jesus Christ, Marceline! What the fuck were you thinking??! You would've been killed!"
"She almost killed the Ripper, really," rasps Spencer. His eyes are barely open, but a small smile dances on his face. "Inspector Abberline is going to be so mad about it."
"Spencer!" she rushed to his side, "You didn't wake, I was getting worried."
"So, let me get this straight.. you took my baby sister on a fucking manhunt for London's serial killer?" His voice was angry and low "Detective.. you better give me a good reason why I should wring your neck with your shoelace."
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Spencer lets his head flop to the side, and for the first time, meets Ryn's eye properly. He seems earnest.
"Because she's better at it than I am. And because she's her own person. And because she saved two people's lives. And because that would be the lousiest way to kill someone."
The last bit is the roughest, and the words devolve into a coughing fit.
"You say lousy, I say sadistic." he glared at him. She got up and looked up at him with worried eyes, he then kissed Marceline's forehead, "Don't ever do anything so stupid again." he told her, she smiled up at him, burying her face in his chest. He left the room.
"It was kind of stupid, Detective," she admitted.
"Marcie, he knew where to find you," Spencer says, voice going low. His eyes going sad. "Twice. Whatever he was planning it... it wouldn't have been safe for you. It was a taunt."
He looks at her figure, silhouetted by the door. How she leans her weight on one side, how her hair falls.
She thought about his words, "How do you know?" she turned to him, walking back to his side. She tucked her hair behind her ear, blinking slowly.
