Bad Timing (Criminal Minds) (Completed)

Cleaning Pizza

I spent the rest of the week going through Maeve's belongings. Aunty and Uncle didn't have the heart nor the intentions to get rid of her things. Her apartment was not in how Maeve would've wanted it. The living room was a mess. The table had been turned over.
That must've been where her stalker caught her.
I started to cry just thinking about that. How horrible it must've been to know that your doom was awaiting. I sat behind the door just staring at the mess in front of me.
The door nob turned, I his behind Maeve's chair. I wasn't one for creepy people coming into the apartment that I was in. I wasn't one for just plain creepies either but when they get close that's just... creepy.
The man had long legs and converse shoes on. It clicked in my head who it must be. When I scooted out from my hiding spot, a gun was pulled and pointed at me.
"Woah," I put my hands in the air. "I'm guessing you aren't one for creepy people in the same apartment as you either."
Spencer Reid looked at me with shock. His gun went down and holstered. "Reese Jenson? Wh-what are you doing here?"
"You stutter a lot. But I'm here to-" I took a deep breath. I hadn't really thought of how I was actually going to be able to pull this off. "I'm here to clean Maeve's things so we can give back the apartment."
"Oh," he started walking to the door before he stopped dead in his tracks. "Do you need any help?"
I smiled. "That would be much appreciated, Spencer."
We cleaned the rest of the day. Not saying really anything at all but in a comfortable silence. When it reached nine we hadn't eaten much at all and we had finished what we could for the day.
"Would you like to go grab a bite to eat before you head home? I don't know about you but I'm starving."
"Well I-"
I grabbed his large hand, "Pizza sound good?"
He was a little shy but we ended up going to a pizza place and grabbed some to go before they closed. The park near by offered some picnic benches. We couldn't really see but it was alright.
"So, Spencer Reid," I finished my second slice of pizza. "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm part of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit, BAU for short. Uh, um, what do you do?"
"I'm a vet in Portland."
"That's awesome. I wanted to do something in the medical field since I already have a few degrees in-"
"Well you only need one degree to become a veterinarian in reality."
"But I have 3 Masters and 2-"
"It doesn't matter how many degrees from taking tests you have, it matters how well you can take care of the animals that come to your aid. The animals don't care how many tests in school you passed but how good of a job you can preform in the real world."
Spencer was speechless. He tried to think of something that would be a good come back but all he had were statistics. And those were school smarts and not vet smarts.
When it reached ten I began to yawn. I'd been up for at least 17 hours that day with very little sleep since every time I woke up with nightmares, which were full of me in Maeve's place and Maeve watching on the side lines.
"I'll, uh, walk you back to your Aunt's house."
"Thanks, Spencer. Will I see you tomorrow?"
"I have to-"
"Please don't tell me that you have to sit in a dark room thinking of how you could've saved Maeve and just grieving and making yourself feel worse about the whole situation. It's better to be up and about. It can give you endorphins which-"
"They're the happy chemicals. I know. See you have school smarts too," he looked down and smiled.
"I didn't say that I didn't learn anything from school that could further enhance my ability of being a good vet."
We reached Aunty's house. I am wrapped my arms around his midsection and gave him a big hug. He was a bit taken aback but he hugged back.
"Thank you, Spencer Reid."
"You're welcome," he paused for a second. "Can we stop hugging now?"
I released him reluctantly, slightly chuckling at how shy he was. No wonder why he and Maeve got along so well. She was one of the shyest people I knew, before I met Spencer. Watching him walk away a slight pinge of pain ran through me. It's just because he's a friend I told my self. A friend who understands my pain of loosing Maeve, an avid reading and learner.
When I came inside the house Aunty was sitting on the couch, waiting for me. I waved a hello, thinking that she just wanted to see that I wasn't dead.
"Reese, where have you been?" She asked. This took me a bit by surprise.
"I was helping you and Uncle clean up Maeve's things," I was confused slightly.
"I know that. But I swung by at around 9 and you weren't there. So where did you go for an hour and a half?"
"I had pizza with a guy named Spencer, walked around a bit, then I came here."
"Spencer as in Maeve's old boyfriend?"
I nodded my head with loads of guilt. My aunt gave me a glare.
She didn't approve of how much time I spent with him since he was Maeve's first. She barely spent any face to face time with him. I thought Shakespeare should've written something like that since it was tragically beautiful.
When I got to my room that night I held Maeve's old Rhino, it was her favorite. My tears soaked into the animal as I cried myself to sleep that night.

A/N
Poor Reese. All she wants I someone to understand her. Thanks for reading!
xoxo.
Kajsa