Save me, Doctor {Spencer Reid} {Completed}

Five

She walked up the stairs to his apartment, the note in her hand. She stopped at his front door, letting her eyes glance over the brown door with fake gold numbers on them. She looked around the small hallway and an older lady came out of the apartment next to his. "Spencer, is that you?" She asked; her back to Mavis. She swallowed back harshly and turned around to face the older woman. "Oh. You're not Spencer. Who are you?" She asked curiously.

"I'm...I'm a friend of his..." Mavis stuttered out quietly. The old woman smiled a sincere smile. Mavis started to calm down since she knew she wasn't a threat. You could never be too sure now and days.

"Here. I have a key to his apartment." She spoke as she shuffled back into her apartment. She was only out of her line of sight for only a few short seconds as she grabbed the key. She shuffled back out and to Mavis. She held out her hand with the key in it. "He gave me one so I could water his plants while he's away. Do you like reading?" She asked as Mavis grabbed the key from her hand. Mavis nodded slowly as she folded the key in the note Spencer had left this morning. "Oh well you'll enjoy his apartment. He has a whole library in there!" She spoke with a smile.

Mavis turned and unlocked the apartment door. She turned back around and handed the key to the older woman. "Let me know if you need anything dear." She spoke kindly.

Mavis nodded and smiled weakly. "Thank you." She spoke softly. The older woman nodded and started to make her way downstairs. She stepped inside the roomy apartment, letting out a long breath. She closed the door behind her and rested her back against the door.

Hours later Spencer came by his apartment. He opened the door and was taken back by what he saw. Mavis was pacing his living room eating an apple, but she looked different. Her hair was dyed black and it was cut to the middle of her neck. She had cut straight bangs. With how dark she had dyed her hair, it made her pale skin almost sparkle.

She was dressed in black lace panties, and a thin bralette with Spencer's wrinkled white button down draped over her small frame and only buttoned half way up, showing some of her chest. She had one of his favorite books in her hand as she paced. She hadn't heard him come in. "Mavis?" He questioned softly. She let out a small yelp and closed the book on her thumb. She looked over at him. She had freckles dotting her nose and cheeks which she usually covered up with makeup.

"Spencer!" She whined as she completely closed the book. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. She placed the book on the back of his couch, turning to look at him. "I...look okay right?" She questioned softly. He couldn't take his eyes off of her frame. She was thin, but she wasn't a skeleton. You could tell she worked out by the muscle tone in her legs that were extremely exposed. Her skin almost looked like porcelain. She looked delicate, as if the smallest raindrop could break her, but that wasn't the case. You could still see the red ligature marks on her ankles and her wrists. There were bruises dotting the inside of her thighs and going down her legs, small cuts lining her legs and her arms. The bruises on her arms were in the shape of thick fingers.

The way her hair had been cut and dyed defined her sharp jawline and made her icy blue eyes pop. She looked better with darker hair than with blonde hair.

"You look...magnificent." He spoke in utter awe not being able to find the right word for how she really looked. Her cheeks turned a dark red and she could feel the tips of her ears burn.

"You're not just saying that because all I'm wearing is your shirt, right?" She teased. He shook his head causing his hair to fall from behind his ears. He pushed the hair back once more and walked up to her.

"I'm sorry I have to get my go bag and leave." He spoke. She bit softly at her lower lip, looking away from him. "I'll be back in a few weeks tops." He spoke, holding his hands out for hers. She slipped her hands in his, but kept her gaze from him. "Penelope said she would stop by every once in awhile to make sure you get out of the house. You'll like her." He spoke. She just nodded. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. She was taken back by the sudden emotion and looked up at him, her eyes wide and almost pleading. He let go of her hands and walked into his bedroom, grabbed his bag that he always has at the ready and walked back out to her.

"I'll see you later." He spoke with a soft smile.

"Call me. Please." She spoke to him. He nodded and smiled.

"Of course." And just like that he was gone again. She was wondering if she would ever spend quality time with her FBI Casanova.