reunited hearts {SPENCER REID}

FOUR

Seymour, TX
Mallory

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I softly rubbed Spencer's cheek as he slowly drifted off, and Penelope was out getting us some water.

I think I've made my decision, about the offer. I'm taking it, it was hard but I am. I'll be with Spencer again, and that's all I've ever wanted. Moving everything's gonna be a bitch, but it'll be worth it.

Penelope quickly walked in, then closed the door behind her. "Okay, i did that, now what?" She said, slightly freaking out. Shit, what is happening? I quickly stood up, and she looked at me in slight fear. "Yes, yes, i can do that." She said, to whoever was on the phone.

Okay, can she tell me what the hell is happening? She looks terrified, and now I'm starting to freak out. She started looking around, then spotted a wheel chair. "Um, yes." She said, and I automatically caught on.

Okay, someone must be here to hurt us or Spencer, maybe both. So now, we have to move him, I'm guessing. Jesus, can't she just tell me what the hell is going on?!

"That is not going to be easy." She said, and i furrowed my eyebrows. "Oh my god, what?!" She freaked out, then looked dead at me. "Help me get him in the wheel chair." She said, and i nodded then quickly rolled the wheelchair to his bed.

I'm sorry, what is going on?!

"Uh, i-it's just Spencer's friend Mallory from California. I-I did a background check on her, she's not a bad guy." She said, and i furrowed my eyebrows while moving the table. Bad guy? They think I'm a bad guy? "Okay, speaker it is."

"Mallory." A man's voice came through, and i quickly tore the blanket back while Penelope walked up. "Listen to me carefully. Help Garcia put Reid in the wheelchair, and when you guys walk out i need you to be their bodyguard so we can get you three safe. Can you do that for me?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah." I said, quickly walking over to his bag and grabbing his gun. "I have his gun, so tell them not to shoot me- thanks." I said, making sure it was loaded then stuffing it in my belt loop.

"Okay, you guys need to hurry. When you get out there, pull the fire alarm and try to get away as quick as possible. Call me back as soon as your safe, I'm on the way." He said, then hung up.

Oh, great, fantastic. The first time I see my husband in years, we're in the possibility of dying. Perks of being married to a FBI agent, yay me.

"Hey baby, we gotta get up." I told Spencer, and Penelope was holding the wheelchair still. "I know you wanna sleep, but we gotta wait on that. Come on." I said, helping him into the wheelchair.

"What's happening?" He wearily said, and I held his cheeks. "Mal, why do you have my gun?" He asked, and I kissed the corner of his mouth and stood straight.

"No time to explain love, we gotta go." I said, then put both of our bags on the handles of the wheelchair. "Okay, come on." I said, then walked to the door and quickly opened it.

We walked out, and I quickly pulled the fire alarm as we passed it. "Hurry." I said, and we quickly made our way down the hallway. I looked back, seeing an officer starring at us on his phone. "Get in front of me." I said, and Penelope walked faster.