Infiltration - Spencer Reid x Reader

Chapter Nineteen

You two stayed that way a little longer, you resting in his embrace. You spoke out as you leaned back from him: "Do you mind if I take a shower?"

Spencer was still a bit flushed from your hug and he avoided looking you directly in the eyes as he answered you. "Of course not, (Y/N)... it's right over here...I'll grab you a towel."

You stood in the same spot as Spencer began walking away and then piped up "Could you make it two towels?"

Spencer looked over his shoulder, turning red. You did too when you realized what it sounded like you were asking him. "Um, for my hair. The other towel..." you gestured to the unruly bun on top of your head, "...for my hair." Spencer nodded in understanding, smiling the tiniest bit as he continued on.

You followed Spencer this time and he pointed out the bathroom to you. You stepped inside, eyeing the fair size of it. A bathtub underneath a glazed window caught your eye first. A toilet, single sink with a mirror above it, and glass-encased shower took up the rest of the space in the bathroom. You raised your shirt gently with both hands to gaze at your wound in the mirror...You were taken aback by your reflection. You had a black eye and bruises around your wrists and on large parts of your torso. You grimaced at how deeply colored they were, knowing that they were going to grow unbearably tender in the next few days.

Spencer's voice came softly through the doorway. "(Y/N), here are the towels. Those bruises..." Spencer trailed off with concern heavy in his voice and written all over his face. You turned to face him instinctively, shirt still pulled up. You faced Spencer directly, your stomach exposed completely.

Spencer stared at your bruises and wound intently, stepping closer to get a better look. You allowed him to kneel down in front of you, up close with the spot where that knife had been jammed directly into you. You shuddered thinking about the raw memory, but Spencer paid no attention. He gently touched your bandages before saying "You shouldn't shower with these on. The wound needs ventilation, especially in humidity like that produced from a hot shower."

"Okay..." you trailed off in thought as Spencer worked on your abdomen, removing the gauze and depressing lightly on the area around it. He was undoubtedly checking something, but you had no clue what, and didn't feel up to asking. You focused on pushing the memory of being tortured to the back of your mind.

Tortured.

You let the word resonate in your mind, trying to battle it. You didn't want to admit to yourself that these bruises, the cut stretching a few inches in length and more in depth on your stomach, was caused by someone who had already done enough damage in the world. You consoled yourself with the knowledge that he was no longer going to be able to hurt anyone else.

Lost in your thoughts, you continued standing still even when Spencer stood up to throw away the bandaging and turn the shower on for you. When you heard the water from the shower head begin falling on the tile, you were brought out of your stupor.

Spencer smiled at you and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You slowly stripped off your pants, and then felt conflicted at the prospect of taking your shirt off. You stood in your underwear and shirt for a few minutes, debating what to do.

There's no way that I'm going to be able to get this shirt over my head.

The realization was embarrassing and awkward, but the water from the shower warming the bathroom was enticing. You wanted a shower more than anything right now.

"Spencer?" you called out softly. "Can...can you help me?"

You could hear Spencer standing up and walking towards the bathroom door. "(Y/N)? What's wrong?"

You unlocked the door and pushed it open slowly. Your self-consciousness was overpowered by your exhaustion and want to shower, so you stood in front of Spencer in your black lace underwear and t-shirt and raised your eyes slowly to meet his.

"I can't get this off. Will you please help? I'm sorry..."

Spencer shook his head. "Don't be sorry. You could rip your sutures by stretching like that...." You could tell Spencer felt uncomfortable as he gently took the bottom of your shirt in his hands and gingerly lifted it over your head.

In a few seconds, you were left standing in front of Spencer in nothing but your underwear and bra. He carefully kept his eyes trained on yours, not wanting to make you feel awkward.

"Thank you," you started, "Hopefully I will be a bit tougher soon."

Spencer paused before answering. "It takes time to heal, (Y/N). It's not about how tough you are. I want...you need to be careful."

You smiled softly at Spencer as he stood in the same spot, neither of you moving. You could feel the sparks flying across the gap between yourself and Spencer.

"I...I think I'll go read. While...you shower." Spencer stumbled a bit over his words while still looking at you.

You nodded, feeling flustered as he stepped out of the bathroom again. You leaned against the sink counter for a minute before taking off the rest of your clothing and stepping into the warm water of the shower.

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It might start getting steamy soon... So here is your content warning! :)