He steps away as if the door were hot iron.
Marceline lifts her skirt and takes the dagger that was attached to her inner thigh. She limps towards the door, keeping her head on a swivel.
Marceline stands next to Reid in a protective stance. She looks at him, her eyes furrowed, then to the door.
"Who goes there?" She speaks up.
Silence.
Spencer puts Marcie's arm around his shoulders in an effort to help take weight off her burned leg.
Silence.
He draws his pistol.
She winced, "Who goes there?" She says for a second time. All the hair on her body raised in unison, she was beyond spooked. Her heart started to race and her mind filled with dread.
What was this feeling? Why did she feel like this?
Spencer, eyes shut to gather courage, sucks in a breath.
"Im going to open the door." He glances at Marcie, at her leg. "But let's get you to the sink first."
She nodded, limping over to the sink. On the way there, she spots her berries and changes direction. She takes a handful and shoves it into her mouth. Its juices leaked from the corners of her mouth, staining her lips a reddish purple. Why was her heart racing? She hadn't experienced this feeling since she was a child, her body filled with anxiety.
He leaves her on the counter with the fruit, rushing to the sink to grab a rag. The force of the cool tap water fills the room with a noise that although familiar, feels sorely out of place. He curses, turning the tap off and getting back to Marceline.
"Let's get you on the counter." With one hand stable on her back, he picks her up bridal style and gets her onto the surface. The rag drips under her knees.
He shoves her skirt out of the way in a flurry, without thinking twice, and presses the cold cloth to her injury.
She winces, the berries worked just never fast enough.
Knock
knock
knock
The knocks made her snap her head to the door, she looked back at Reid. Her breathing became disheveled, her eyes wild.
"Spencer," she whispered, "I'm scared." Tears brimmed her hazel eyes, threatening to drop. She puts her hand on her chest to level her breathing.
Big, sunken brown eyes meet hers in infinite concern. His free hand goes to squeeze hers at her chest, warm and reassuring.
"You're okay," he whispers, urgent. "There's.. there's nothing out there that you can't hurt back. You put the Ripper away. Okay? There's nothing out there you can lose to."
He kisses her exposed knee.
His words comforted her yet not enough, a single tear escaped. The noise started to knock all over the bar, the creature could smell her fear and rejoiced in it. It taunted them by knocking on the doors and all the windows. Marceline shut her eyes and covered her ears, she resembled a scared child. She began to silently cry.
"I.. you're okay. Marcie, I'm here."
Spencer climbs onto the counter on his knees, determination clear on his face. He slides close to Marcie, not really thinking about how it's through the space between her legs, covered in skirt's fabric still, and pulls her into the tightest hug he can muster. He presses her head to his chest, hand digging through the curls at her scalp.
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Crimes Against The Heart (Spencer Reid X OC)
Romance"Marceline Lyra Salden, at your service." "Spencer Reid," he says, "Detective Spencer Reid, actually. At yours." ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ +Spencer Reid X OC A weary detective strides into the dimly lit bar, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the patrons...
