Spencer Reid One Shots

Unsaid

Part 1.

You ran your hands through your hair, entangled the strands between your fingers as you pulled lightly in exasperation. You tilted your head backwards and closed your eyes for a few a moments, exhaling deeply as you attempted to calm yourself down.

You and Spencer had now been fighting for two hours straight, so by this point you were exhausted and still as irritated as ever due to his behaviour.

The argument escalated when you questioned him why he had taken the day off of work, due to just being in an awful mood. It baffled you that the team didn't ask him why. When you pried him about his 'off' behaviour, he snapped. You could tell he was really irritated because his voice got higher when he spoke, which you had only heard him do on the phone sometimes.

"What has gotten into you today, Spencer? That's all I wanted to know. I just wanted to know why you took the day off, why you're so moody and why you won't even touch me," You said, feeling a sense of enervation.

"I don't want you prying into my life all of the time," He said exasperated, raking his long fingers through his tousled locks.

"Prying into your life? Spencer we have been together for ten months, I should be able to talk to you when you're like this," You quickly defended yourself, your eyebrows knitted together as you try to comprehend the situation.

"This is...different," He stated flatly and sighed before he lay down on the bed the both of you shared, with his arms over his eyes.

He was wearing suit pants and a button down shirt, matched with a tie pulled to the top and a sweater. He headed out for a good two hours earlier in the day, yet never told you where he went. But you seen flowers in his car.

"Spencer I think I deserve to know why you're acting as if I'm just a roommate to you. I'm your girlfriend, Spencer. We live together and I should be aware of what you're doing when you act so distant," You explained to him, trying to keep a calm manner to avoid the argument sparking and igniting once again. You didn't want it to blow up again.

"Fine," He replied. sitting up and regaining his posture before standing from the bed, carrying his lanky frame over to a set of drawers.

For a few moments you watched him, your eyes fixated on his every move as he roots through the clothes in his drawer before reaching what he was looking for. When he finally pulls a picture frame from the drawer, you frown in confusion.

He walks over to where you are, the silver, patterned picture frame firmly clutched within the grasp of his large hands, his thumbs grazing over the glass which the picture was placed beneath.

There it was.

A picture of a woman. A beautiful woman. She had brunette, straight hair that shaped her slim face with shirt strands falling over her forehead. She has sky blue eyes and a bright, wide smile. That was enough to make you go silent.

"Her name was Maeve." Spencer stated, gazing down at the picture. "I lost her three years ago today," He mumbled.

You pursed your lips for a few seconds before exhaling, closing your eyes and running your hands over your forehead before pushing your hair backwards from your face, trying to think of something you could say. An array of responses flooded into your brain, but they couldn't manage to escape your lips. You had so many mixed emotions. Shock, guilt, curiosity.

"I'm so sorry, Spencer. I...who was she?" You spoke quietly as his soft, sad eyes moved away from the picture and to you. Spencer set the frame on the side as he thought of what to say to you, trying to think of how he could speak of her without it sounding like he loved her more, which he didn't. Yet he was struggling to express that love to you.