Bad Timing (Criminal Minds) (Completed)

Bad Wolf

A/N
Quickie. Picture is sorta what I imagine Reese looking like.

3rd person POV
He looks to the cemetery where crowds of people lay. 'The one must be here some where. Why did she leave me!' He thinks to himself. The only one who really knows the answer is her.
He looks around the grave yard to find the one. There. He sees a woman in black, not much older than he was. Her dirty blonde locks were curled to perfection such as she had done. YES YES! She will do wonderfully.
She got into her car. He followed her keeping his distance, he didn't want to scare her away too quickly. He would find his girl.

Reese's POV (2 weeks since what happened above)
It's been two weeks since my 'modeling incident' with Spencer. We still talked loads of times but I felt as if we were more connected. Gag. I sounded like a hippie with the connections and aura. I'm sure Spencer would have some sort of reason behind that.
"Hey Mikey," I entered the office.
"Hey- woah! What happened to you?"
My face was tomato red and almost peeling. "This is what happens when gingers go camping."
"Did Jake take you?"
Jake, my long term boyfriend of a year and a half. He was a police officer in the Portland PD. His dream was to be with the big guys, aka the FBI.
"Yeah, he wants to advance our relationship to the next level."
I wasn't ready for that yet. I was only 26 and just starting to get a really good normal pay day.
"You're engaged!" Mikey jumped up and down with excitement.
"No, like the birds and the bees." I said.
Mikey's face immediately changed once he realized what I meant. "Why'd you have to tell me that, Reese? I was perfectly fine with the other one."
I shoved Mikey a little. He loved Jake, not just because he was awesome. More because Mikey was sooo gay.
It was almost obvious with his multi-colored hair close shaved around the base with a strip in the middle long and moveable to go on either side. He always wore skinny jeans that were always very tight. He was also 24, only 2 years younger than me. Which is why he was my second best friend. Maeve would always come first.
"You know you'd want to go that way with my boyfriend," it was his turn to shove me.
"Well, did you?"
"Mikey! We have to work."
"Should I take that as a yes?"
"No, now let's get to work."
After work, I started to walk home since Jake had dropped me off. Staying the night with my boyfriend had its perks, like late night make out sessions, talking, snuggles in my sleep to prevent my night mares. Also, my car was in the garage. But when it rains, and I forgot my rain coat in Jake's car, the comfort of walking wasn't exactly that comfortable.
I pulled out my phone and called Jake. "Hey Baby," Jake said.
"Hey, when do you get off work?" I asked, shivering.
"Not for a few more hours. Why? Babe, are you walking in this storm?"
"Yeah, it's a bit chilly. But I'll just go to the car garage."
"All the way over there from your office. No way. I'll see if I can get off to get some coffees."
"Aw, thanks."
We hung up. That'll take a long time. I really liked Jake but, it just didn't feel right. So I called Spencer.
"He-hello?" He sounded exhausted and depressed. I may not have talked to him for the past four days due to me camping.
"Hey, Sexy Genius. Sorry I haven't talked to you in a bit."
"It's fine, we've been working on a case."
I squealed with delight. "So you started working again! That's wonderful. I'm so proud, Sexy-"
Jake's police issued car pulled up. "Who are you calling Sexy?" He asked. Clearly jealous.
"Sorry, Spence. I gotta run. I'll call you later tonight though."
"Alright, I'll be looking forward to it."
I got in Jake's car. "I'm serious, Reese. Who were you calling Sexy? You aren't cheating on me are you?"
"No, he's just a friend, Jake. We met at Maeve's funeral."
"So he reminds you of her? That's not healthy. She's gone Reese."
We pulled up to the garage. I quickly got out. "We'll keep talking about this later!" He yelled out.
"No we won't," I mumbled to myself.
As soon as I entered my apartment, I went into my room and started to cry. Everything was still settling with me. Ever since Maeve's death, Jake and I have been getting into fights every day since. Even during the camping trip we would fight. He's been all mean about how I lost someone important so I should make up for it with him.
My phone rang and I answered it, almost yelling into the phone.
"No, Jake! I can have my own friends, who I choose, and I haven't been cheating on you!"
"That's great that you haven't been cheating on him," Spencer said. He knew about Jake and our relationship.
"Oh, sorry Sexy. Jake heard me call you that earlier and thought I was cheating."
"Well when you call someone sexy that you haven't been dating it does seem a bit like you're having affairs with another person."
"Yeah, he just-" I groaned.
I was sick of Jake always being on my back about the littlest things. He was almost too controlling. And he didn't any me to hang out with Mikey, since he was a male, and we pushed each other around. Which was physical touch and any person who touched me that wasn't Jake drove him off the edge. I voiced all of this to Spencer.
"And I-I don't know what to do about it..." I was still sniffling from my tears.
Spencer thought for a little bit. "He sounds like a Narcissist."
"Please tell me you aren't profiling my relationship."
"It's my job to."
"What have I told you about about work and personal life?"
"That it doesn't really help relationships in a personal setting."
"Precisely. Now can you tell me how to help this?"
"Well-"
Jake pounded on the door even though it was unlocked. "Reese, please let me talk to you."
"One sec, Sexy." I yelled out, "No Jake, I don't want to talk right now!"
"Reese," I could hear him slide down the door. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Please, please let me in."
"You sound like the big bad wolf. Besides, I'm talking to my friend, Spencer."
That didn't go too well with Jake. He slammed open the door, it made a horrible cracking sound on the wall. His eyes were black it seemed.
"Give me the phone, Reese."
"No," I moved to the other side of the bed.
His voice turned to a growl. He really was like the big bad wolf. "Give me. The phone. Reese Janine Jenson."
He lunged at me. I screamed. I could hear Spencer yelling out, "REESE!"

A/N
Sorry for the cliff hanger but every story has them. It's a writing thing. Thanks for reading!
xoxo.
Kajsa