"I believe in all love. Summer and fall and winter and...what's the other one? Spring. Every sort of love." ~Matthew Gray Gubler
"Allie, where's the jelly?" Spencer asks, searching through the refrigerator.
"Top shelf, next to the sour cream," I answer, not turning from the coffee machine. I flip through the newspaper, searching for anything interesting. I feel his presence before his slender arms wrap around my waist.
"So it's been two days. How much longer do you think we'll go without a case?" he asks, while gently playing with my hair.
"I don't know. We haven't had this much time between cases in awhile," I answer, slightly distracted by Spence nuzzling his nose against my cheek. I giggle lightly when he turns me around and presses his always warm lips against mine. I place my palm on his cheek, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my body.
"You know, we have to start planning our wedding sometime. I proposed 3 months ago," Spence says, interrupting a perfectly good kiss.
"Eh, we'll worry about that later," I mumble, pulling his lips back to mine.
3 months feels like yesterday. I can still remember Spencer getting down on one knee in our bedroom and pulling out that beautiful diamond ring. It currently sits beautifully on my left fourth finger.
Suddenly, my phone rings, and I reluctantly pick it up.
"Gates," I say, aware that Spencer dips his head near mine to hear what's going on.
"We've got a case. Hurry over," Hotch says before hanging up.
"So much for a break." I look at Spencer, who has that grim look he always gets when we leave for work.
"2 days were nice while they lasted," he sighs, and leaves to get his bag.
Even 2 years later, Spencer is still afraid of me getting hurt at work. He's more careful around me, he blocks me when we encounter an unsub with a gun, and he doesn't allow me to interrogate any suspects. So incredibly overprotective. And so unbelievably sweet.
I climb in the car and wait for Spence to come out to the driveway. He hops in the passenger seat while I start up the engine. It takes 45 minutes to get to the office, but when we get there, everybody is already in the conference room.
"What have we got?" I ask as I look on the screen at the victims.
"3 bodies were found in shallow graves in Red Bank, New Jersey. All female, none of them with ID on them," Garcia answers.
"He's got a type. Brunettes," JJ comments.
"The first two were strangled, the third was drowned. The first victim has cuts along both arms," Hotch continues.
"He kills them by suffocating them, just in different ways," Rossi mentions. I stare at the hand marks around the first two girls' necks.
"And there's no way to find any kind of fingerprints around the first two victims' necks?" I ask.
"The unsub must have worn gloves. There weren't any prints," Garcia answers.
"Grab your bags. Wheels up in 30," Hotch commands, swiftly walking out of the room.
"Is it just me or does Hotch seem a little more moody than usual?" Spencer asks Morgan, who just laughs carelessly.
"He had a date tonight with Beth. The case screwed him up," Derek replies.
"I can still hear you," Hotch calls from down the hall. We all laugh before following him out the door.
30 minutes later I'm flipping through the case file and looking for anything distinctive.
"Alright, so the hand marks clearly show that someone used brute strength to strangle the two. I don't think any girls are capable of that much strength," I say, not looking up from what I read.
"There's always the possibility of a partner, but the M.O. looks more like a single killer than a pair," Rossi comments. Garcia appears on the plane screen.
"Hello my lovely ones," she says. "I have some good news and some bad news. Good news is, 2 of the girls have been identified, both the ones that were strangled. First victim is Sylvia Ross and second victim is Kim Holders. Sending pictures and information now. The bad news is the third victim hasn't been identified yet, sorry."
"Thanks Garcia," Hotch says before Penelope nods and disconnects. He scrolls through his tablet. "When we get off, Reid and Prentiss, go to the local community center. Apparently, the two identified girls went there on a daily basis. See if you can find anyone that might have seen the girls or any strange man with them. Morgan and JJ, go to the station and talk to the families. Rossi and Gates, you come with me to the crime scene. We'll talk to the officers there," Hotch directs. We all nod, but Spencer looks reluctant to leave me. He gets up and walks to the back of the cabin. A couple seconds later, my phone buzzes.
Will you be okay without me?
I smile, knowing Spence would say something like this. I text back that I'll be fine with Hotch and Rossi. When Spencer comes back, he still looks nervous, but considerably less. I look out the window and mentally prepare myself for the new case.
A/N: Oh look, a sequel! I've been wanting to write something else lately, and I figured what better story than that of Spencer and Allie! I realize the first chapter is short, but I will soon get back to longer, fuller chapters. Hopefully, you guys will like the sequel as much as the original! Thank you so much for reading! Vote, Comment, Follow! XOXO ~theatrenerd2017
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Every Sort of Love ~ A Spencer Reid Fanfic
Fiksi Penggemar*This is the sequel to Kisses Like Snowflakes. It's not necessary to read KLS first, but it is suggested.* Allie Gates has finally got her life just like she wanted. Her job at the FBI is great, she's engaged to her best friend, and she has a loyal...
