Inside A Lover's Mind (Criminal Minds Fanfic)

Alive

I rolled out of bed and went to get changed. Spencer was still asleep, so I switch from my pajamas into my clothes for the day. I picked out a red, plaid crop top, black skinny jeans, and black Dr. Martins. I walked to the kitchen and quickly ate some left over chow mein. I went back into Spencer's bathroom and re-curled my hair. I put on mascara and coverup. I put on my glasses. I heard a moan, and then rustling of blankets.
"Morning?" I heard Spencer ask.
"Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty. You decided to wake up!" I giggled as I walked towards him.
"Yeah it was a late night for us, wasn't it?" he replied, getting out of bed.
"Yes... but what's better than Chinese food, Doctor Who, and sex?" I asked, cheekily.
He smiled at me and gave me a kiss. He pulled me back into bed, causing me to squeal and giggled. Suddenly, our phones began to buzz.
"New case."
"Can you wear a bow tie today, babe? I think you'd look great," I begged.
Spencer nodded. He quickly got changed quickly into a white dress shirt, a brown jacket, black skinny jeans, and a red bow tie.
"Look at you! You look like my own Matt Smith," I smiled, locking my fingers behind his neck.
I gave him a kiss and we smiled at each other.
"Although... I prefer David Tennant personally but nevertheless-"
"Come on!" he laughed, grabbing my hand.
We got into the car and drove off to work, still talking about Doctor Who.

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When we got to work, I grabbed a croissant on the way to the briefing room. Spencer pulled me along, holding me close to his side.
"Keep it casual, kids," J.J smiled as we came into the room.
"Sorry," I blushed.
Spencer blushed as well, letting me go so I could show pictures of the scene. I got up and walked to the front of the group.
"Eighteen year old Ariel Weiss went missing 25 hours ago, and showed up at the hospital drugged and abused. She is the third victim in the last three weeks, but the only one who has survived. She was branded with a mark on her skin-"
I looked at the mark on her stomach. It made me dizzy. It was a mark I knew too well.
"What is it?" Hotch asked.
I could say nothing. It was my name, my real name, carved into this girl's stomach.
"My father's alive."