ARDENT [A Spencer Reid/Criminal Minds Fan-Fic]

ONE | RESCUE

I stumbled down the road, my heels paining my feet. I had my purse over my shoulder, cautiously looking around. It was dark outside and sprinkles of rain were pouring over me. They began to grow bigger and fell faster. Within minutes, I was soaking wet and very cold. I ran towards a small alley for shelter.

The alley was dark and chilly plus looked sketchy and unsafe. I recalled seeing gangs around these parts on multiple occasions.

I sat under a small awning that hung over a back door. I was unsure of how I let it get this far.

I was only here because I had enough. I was done with my boyfriend, Jason's, constant abuse and cheating. I mean, how would you feel if you got home from a hard day of listening to people's problems and helping them solve them, just to be faced with even more? I wanted a life and marriage and a relationship of love and compassion, not whatever that was.

He kicked me out tonight. He was drunk as hell, for one. And his ex-girlfriend was at our house. I walked in only to see him kissing her, feeling her up. I got mad, but what reasonable person wouldn't?

"What is she doing here?" I shouted, walking towards him.

"Baby, baby, we were just hanging out."

"Jason, she has no place in my house. Get the hell out." I pointed to the door, while staring at her.

"Lauren, calm down." Jason started seeming aggravated.

I pushed on his chest, booming, "calm down? I am so done with this, Jason!"

At this point he was enraged. His eyes stared down on me. He shoved me against the wall. I tried to erase everything from my mind after that. All I know is that jackass had the audacity to kick me out and lock the door. I just started walking from there.

Nobody was there to drive me somewhere else. Also, I love the way that my car got put in the shop this week. Out of every week my car decides to be a bitch, it chooses the week I get kicked out of my own house.

I pulled my phone out and attempted calling my mother, who failed to answer. I began crying. Blood and tears and rain all poured down my face. Lightning cracked over everything, giving me one second of bright light. I began to dial the number of Spencer, my best friend.

A tired voice answered, "hello?"

"Spencer, please come help me."

"What's wrong, Lauren?"

"It's Jason." I let out a sob. "Please, it is so cold."

"Where are you?"

"I don't know. I am in an alley near the bank. I am so cold, Spencer."

"I am coming, don't worry." He hung up. I lay my head against the door of the unspecified building behind me. I look up at the black skies before closing my eyes.

How did I even allow it to get this far? Where did I go wrong? How did I end up in a revealing tank-top in a freezing alley on a cold, rainy September night? Where did I let the bastard get the best of me? He had controlled the last two years of my life.

I wiped some of the blood from my face. A bright light began to fall over me. I looked over and saw a car pull towards me. The driver's door opened.

Spencer ran towards me. He bent down and placed his jacket around me before helping me up. He took me to the passenger's seat and helped me in. Warm air was blown on me. He plopped himself into his seat and closed the door. He turned towards me.

"Lauren, what happened?"

"Spencer, a lot happened." I responded, still bleeding out of my nose. He nodded, popping open the glove box. He pulled a tissue out and handed it to me. I blew my nose, getting all of the blood out.

"I am driving you home?" He asked me. Damn, I could not wait to answer that question. I grabbed his hand, which was placed on the console. He looked up at me, looking somewhat confused. I stared into his deep brown eyes.

"Spencer... I am so done over there. Take me anywhere but there." I whispered, trying to hold back any tears and whimpers. He nodded reluctantly and began to drive out of the alley.

"Are you warm enough?" He asked me, after a few minutes of silence. I turned my head slightly, nodding. I stared out the window, thinking. Everything was dull and quiet. My heartbeat seemed slow and without a normal pace. My heart ached for my relationship. As much as my hate had seemed to overcome my sorrow, I missed that man with a horrible, burning passion.

I felt Spencer's hand slowly making it's way to mine. He grabbed it and held it there. I looked up at him, raising my brow. He smiled quickly, before turning back, looking at the road. His hand was still in mine, and it stayed there until we arrived back at his apartment.

He let go of it to get out of the car. He quickly walked over to my side and opened the door, allowing me out of the car. I stepped out, still considering myself weak with pain in the heart and face. Spencer closed the door behind me. He attempted to stay a few steps ahead of me, stopping to open doors for me.

I walked into the apartment, yawning. I turned and looked up at him. He was half-smiling, looking at the floor. I cupped his face in my hands. I smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Spencer." I said, somewhat quietly. I pulled his face down to mine, still getting on my tip-toes to peck him softly on the lips. I then quickly turned to look around. I walked over to the couch and sat down, bending over to take off my heels.

I slid each off, tossing them over near my purse, which was laying near the end of the coffee table. I fell against the back of the couch, breathing in deeply. I looked over at Spencer. He was walking towards me. He plopped himself down next to me, throwing his arm around me. I leaned over, resting my wet head on his shoulder.

I crossed my legs on the couch. He pulled me closer. I placed my arms around his waist.

I lived for moments like these. I used to have these kind of moment with Jason, until he became an abusive bastard. My thoughts were still racing. But in reality, the main thing in my head was, my best friend. My best friend, his arm around me, embracing me, his friendly love for me.

I began to doze off, still thinking about Spencer and how this was him holding me. I felt him pull the hair back from my face and kiss my forehead. He slowly, carefully, lay me down on the couch. He threw a warm blanket over me. I heard him turning the lights off. He walked into his bedroom, closed the door, and nothing else.
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Haley