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Spencer Reid

"You should get some sleep, it's getting late out." your boss, a tough brute of a man with a soft spot for his team, Aaron Hotchner suggests.
You turn to face him, your eyes obviously tired and worn out, "I want to be here when he wakes up." you explain, "I won't leave his side until then." From previous encounters, Hotch is aware of how stubborn you can be when it comes to ensuring the safety of the people you care about. It is obvious to him, as well as the rest of the team, of your budding feelings for Spencer, and his own for you. Although the both of you remain oblivious to these more than obvious feelings, it is crystal clear that you care for each other.
"Alright." Hotch sighs, "I want you to get some sleep at some point tonight though."
"I will." you nod with a weak smile. Your boss smiles back at you, almost depressingly, before turning to leave the two of you alone, "Hey, Hotch?" you call before he has a chance to disappear, "Thank you." With another smile, Hotch nods his head before bidding you a soft goodnight and exiting the room through the dreaded Hospital door.
Finally left alone, you peer down at the genius. Usually, the profiler is bursting with life-as well as facts. Now, he lays still, like a museum statue, his big brown eyes once dancing with life remain closed. His pink lips which you often find yourself thinking about-your gaze inveitably drifting to them as he rambles on and on about countless facts and statistics-now are slightly parted in an unconsious state. The steady beep of the heart monitor floods your ears, causing your head to pound like a drum. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, bringing a gentle hand down to carefully caress his face, removing a stray strand of hair from his forehead with your fingers. Your lips twitch upwards into a fragile smile.
"You're an idiot, you know?" you whisper to his unconsious body, "You're way too smart to die." you giggle, your eyes continuing to examine his face. Finally, your expression falls, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you mumble, "This wasn't supposed to happen to you. You should have let me go. But you just had to play hero, didn't you?" You grab his exposed hand with your own, rubbing your thumb soothingly back and forth across his knuckles, "Please wake up." you plead, "I need you." You lower your head, crying softly to yourself. Suddenly, you hear a soft mumble, just barely audible, say your name.
Your head snaps up and your heartbeat quickens. A pair of two curious brown eyes meet your gaze. Instantly, you are in hysterics, unable to stop smiling. "You're okay." The young profiler smiles back at you.
"If you weren't so fragile right now, I would slap you." you warn him, earning a laugh from Spencer.
"For saving your life?" he questions, his smile quickly faltering as he notices your eyes, now puffy and red, "Have you been crying?" he asks, attempting to sit up onto his elbows.
"Don't." you warn, gently pushing him back down, "I'm going to go get a doctor. Stay awake or so help me I'll-"
"I'll stay awake." he promises, "But only if you promise not to cry over me."
"Spencer...I almost lost you today." you say, biting back more tears, "I can't lose you."
"I'm right here." he smiles, raising a hand to cup the side of your face. You immediately take notice of his thumb, gently caressing your cheek. You lean closer to him, grabbing his hand as you do.
"You saved my life." you whisper.
He smiles, his eyes flickering back and forth across your face, studying it carefully, "You're worth saving."
Finally, you lean forward, closing the space between the two of you. His shallow breaths shadow over your lips as you lean even closer until his lips are pressed against your own. You take your time, bringing your hands up to his face as his eyes flutter shut. You smile into the kiss as you hear the heart monitor speed up, finally breaking apart after a few long and passionate seconds. You take a few deep breaths, your eyes never leaving his. Your lips part as his thumb swiftly brushes over them. Eventually, you break eye contact, smiling down at the ground and pulling away.
"I'll go get the doctor." you repeat sheepishly. Spencer nods, mirroring the same smile as you.