Spencer made his way up the stairs to his and Addison's apartment. Part of him was horrified that she wouldn't be there when he went inside. She hadn't answered the phone, just like last time but he pushed the thought out of his mind. More then likely she had been in the shower when he called and just hasn't checked the answering machine.
He was supposed to have been in Florida on a case but the man who had killed the women was found dead in his apartment. He had called 911 and confessed to the murders before shooting himself in the head. The local police found the murder weapon in his home and several other pieces on evidence. So when the team got there the turned right beck around. Spencer had called to let Addison know the change of plans but no one picked up.
When he got to their apartment he was relieved to find the door locked, just like it had been when he left. He pushed his key in and turned. The door unlocked with a faint click and he walked inside shutting and locking the door behind him. Addison wasn't in the living room but it was almost midnight, she was more then likely sleeping.
He tossed his messenger bag onto the couch and made his way into their bedroom, pushing his hair back as he did so. He reminded himself to get it cut soon but though twice about it, Addison likes it a little on the longer side and he decided to give it a few more months.
Addison wasn't in the bed but the bathroom light brightly illuminated the bedroom. He couldn't see the whole bathtub but he caught a glimpse of shoulder. He couldn't hear any water running but that was the only place she could be.
"Addi?" He called in question, moving towards the bathroom. She didn't reply. She was sitting in the bathtub with her knees pulled up tight against her chest, her head resting on top. The lower part of her hair spilled into the water but the top of her head was dry. Telling him that she either hasn't dunked her head under or has been sitting there for a long time. Weak suds were scattered throughout the surface of the water. He could tell that the tub had been full of bubbles at one point. Her green eyes were closed but her face was facing towards him. He could see dry tear tracks trailing down her cheeks and he took a tentative seat on the toilet lid.
"How long have you been in here?" He asked and her eyes opened to look at him. When she didn't answer him he realized she was asleep. "Addison?" His voice was slightly louder now but she still didn't move. He would have thought she was dead if it wasn't for the fact that he could hear her breathing. On any other occasion seeing her naked would have brought color to his face but at the moment he was to tired to really think about it.
HIs fingers brushed aside her hair and he sighed. Things had been a lot less complicated in Vegas, not something a lot of people say but it's true. If he had never taken the job she would have never put the apartment in her name and Rodney wouldn't have found her. But what's done is done and he knew the Addison would punch him for thinking like that.
He pulled the drain from the bottom of the tub and moved to grab a towel from underneath the sink. Addison was still fast asleep hugging her legs tightly as if she was cold. The water had been pretty cold when he pulled the plug, another thing that convinced him she had been in there for awhile.
Once the water was fully drained he wrapped the towel around her shoulders and began trying to wake her up.
"Addi?" He gently shook her shoulder. One thing he knew for sure was that he shouldn't startle her. She tends to get violent when scared or upset. It took him a few tries but her eyes eventually opened.
"I thought you had a case?" Her voice sounded like a little kids did when their parents got home early. She looked around the bathroom and seemed to realize where they were. "How long have I been in here?" She started to sit up and pulled the towel around her. Spencer helped her stand, gripping her right arm as she stepped out of the tub.
"It's almost midnight now." She looked at him like she wasn't really seeing him, like she was on autopilot. She numbly walked into their bedroom and took a seat on the bed, holding the towel tightly to her chest. In the four years that she had him had been together he'd never seen her like this. Upset? yes, angry? definitely, injured? more times then even he could count, but broken? There's always time for a first.
He quickly grabbed one of the many shirts that had once been his but had been claimed as hers and pulled it over her head. He took the towel and let it fall to the floor before turning her to him. To most people Spencer wouldn't look like the comforting type, and they're right. But Spencer knew Addison, knew her better then he knew himself. He knew everything she loved, hated, he knew the majority of her secrets, he couldn't say all because there are things that she just refuses to talk about, he was hoping that this isn't one of them.
"I told them to leave." Spencer didn't understand what she meant but didn't ask for explanation. It sounded like the words hurt her physically as they came from her lips. "I told them not to come back." She clung to him like he was the only thing important, like he could chase away all the monsters but both of them knew that wasn't true. Addison didn't love Spencer because he could protect her, even if he did in his own way, she loved him because he didn't try to. He knew his limitations and he knew when it was time to let her have the reigns but he was always there to hold her together. That would never change.
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Addison Winchester (Now Completed)
Fanfiction"Looking for something?" A chill voice sounded from behind me. Whipping around the man who stood behind me held the child that had been sleeping inside the crib. I tired to say something but no sound came out. He laughed, his eyes flashing the same...
