Little Miss Reid// Spencer Reid

Chapter Six[EDITING]

S P E N C E R

I don't know what's taking her so long. She must've lost a lot of blood before we got in there to help her. The deep knife scars on her arms rub from her wrist all the way up to close to her shoulders. It was painful to see her lying in the hospital bed without even a flutter of an eyelash. It was ten o'clock and nobody else was here except for me.

I held her cold hand in mine, staring at her heart rate on the screen.

"Come on baby girl, wake up," I muttered, stroking my thumb across the back of her hand.

"That's my thing." I turned around and looked up to see Morgan standing there with a sad smile on his face. I quietly laughed and turned back to Emory, "It's not your fault, Reid." He spoke more seriously and leaned down next to me.

"I shouldn't have let her gone in by herself. I should've been there- should've been closer so I could help her but I didn't and now she might be dead." Tears brimmed in my eyes but I won't let him see those. Except I wouldn't have let him see them if I hadn't heard him begin to cry too.

"She's my niece. Her dad should show up soon before we get her back to Virginia. The rest of the team won't see her until she's awake. The doctors won't allow it." Morgan spoke, rubbing under his eyes to get rid of the tears.

"We love you baby girl. Stay strong." Morgan's voice spoke sadly and strongly, speaking over her frail body.

I placed my lips on her hand, about to stand up when she sat up gasping for air.

"What happened? Where am I? Spencer? Uncle Derek?" She looked around and finally made eye contact with me. She was alive.

"Go get the team. Go, go!" I told Morgan. She needs the team. The team needs her. He nodded and rushed out of the room. I looked back to a confused and scared Emory.

"Em, Kate- she sliced your arms. She's arrested now, Fraser's getting surgery and you're okay."

I thought she was going to die. This was maybe the scariest things I've ever had to go through. God forbid our job actually be safe for once. Emory is my first kiss. She's my first girlfriend. She's my first love. Of course I'm not going to tell her that. She'll freak out. It's too soon.

"Baby, I'm so sorry that happened to you!" Penelope came rushing over to the bed and she sat next to me, looking into the eyes Emory. The team came flooding in and I decided it was best to let them have their time, so I got up and left the room. I sat outside the door taking deep breaths and looking around the hospital. There was a mother crying to my left and a family hugging to my right. Wonder who's the unfortunate one.

"Why are you out here?" Gideon opened the door and slid out of the room, coming to stand next to me.

"I've spent the last couple of nights in her room, it's everyone else's turn," I said blandly, looking at my feet, "plus, I'm scared." I whispered.

"Scared? Of what?" Gideon asked flabbergasted.

"I'm scared that if I sit in there any longer I'll run my mouth and ruin our relationship." The words were true.

"What would you say, Reid?" Gideon asked slowly, turning to face me. There's a lot of things I say. Starting with the most important.

"That I love her. It's too soon though." I shook off the words as if they were nothing.

"You've known each other since she was a kid, it's far from too soon." He gave an unamused laugh and walked back into the room. He's right. We have known each other for a long time. It's not too soon.  I walked back into the room with everyone else and sat in a corner chair while Elle and Emory engulfed in some conversation about their apartment.

"Hey everyone, it's time to go. Emory has to take her medication." The nurse smiled at everyone, and everyone got up to leave. Gideon winked at me on his way out and shut the door behind him, "Sir you have to,"

"Ma'am can I please stay with her?" I asked pleadingly. The nurse sighed and nodded, giving Emory a tray with vitamin water and two pills on it.

Emory swallowed the pills and gulped the rest of her water thirstily and thanked the nurse as she left.

"I hate this," She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hate what?" The words came our almost inaudibly.  She looked at me with sad eyes and shrugged.

"The scars on my arms. The bruises on my wrists, I'm ugly." She admitted with a single tear strolling down her cheek.

"You are far from ugly, Em. Never say that again." I said defensively, standing up and rushing to her side.

"Do you still like me?" She asked quietly, covering the scars on her arms.

"What do you mean?" Of course I still like her. She's beautiful and amazing in every way.

"Do you still... like me?" She asked again, more tears roaming her face.

"Oh, baby girl.. I love you."

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SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTERS OMG !!! I WILL TRY MY BEST NEXT TIME

xoxo
Mae