countless encounters || spencer reid

n i n e t e e n // gone

Violet didn't reply to Spencer's messages that day. She felt like she needed to sort out her thoughts and find out what she wanted them to be, if of course- Spencer happened to like her at all, which she doubted even though she could've been sure after he had kissed her back that night that now already seemed long ago.

Today, Violet is nowhere to find.

Charlie, whose boots got leaked through with the heavy rain that fell from the skies, leaving his feet disgustingly wet and sock-clad, is just on his way to Violet's flat.

He checked in the café, but her boss said that she had called in sick last night. She barely calls in sick and if she does, she tells him so that he comes over to make her some soup- this being one of their silent agreements as well.

He called multiple times, texted her, but to no avail.

Jumping over big puddles that formed on the cobblestone street before Violet's flat, he can't help but imagine the worst. She was, maybe is still, feeling out of it. He should have checked in more. He should be a better friend.

The sun is already beginning to set and Charlie rings her doorbell. Not only once, or twice, three times or four. He rings and rings and rings to make sure that she would hear him even if she happens to be in one of her writing induced trances or in deep sleep. He waits another ten minutes, before giving up.

Grabbing his mobile phone out of his coat pocket, he is still sheltered from the bad weather by standing before his friend's closed main door. He sees a pigeon bathe itself on the rain gutter of the building opposite of Violet's but quickly concentrates again on what he was about to do a few seconds ago.

The profiler answers only a few seconds later, a groggy hello from the other line echoing in Charlie's ear.

"Hi Spencer, I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"No, no, it's fine, I'm just sleepy, had a long day yesterday, but other than that everything's good. How are you?"

"Okay, I'm okay. Just- it's something with Violet." Charlie breathes, biting his bottom lip, he knows that things between the two of his friends weren't dandy at the moment but Spencer was the first one his mind went to and that's why he called him.

"Oh," Spencer's voice is merely louder than a whisper, and though Charlie can't see, his brows drew closer together in concern. "What is it?"

"I can't find her. I'm worried she is gone. I wanted to check in on her because yesterday, when I left for work after our lunch break, she seemed- she seemed to be not feeling good. And even though she tried to reassure me that everything was alright, I saw through her but decided to not start a fight, which would usually happen and meet her at work today. But it turns out that she isn't at work OR at home. And now I was wondering wether you could help me search because it would take me too long to check all the book stores and coffee shops here myself. She doesn't answer her phone, I tried. I'm- I'm just hoping that's not too much to ask for- you know, I didn't want to ask for help, but-"

"It's more than fine, Charlie, I'm leaving for the library first, it's still open for two hours. Maybe she's there. Then I can cover everything in that area if she isn't, you try to think of other places she usually goes to."

"Alright, I'll update you via text if I find her."

"I'll do the same. Take care, Charlie."

Spencer puts the phone back in his pants and quickly pushes his arms through the arm holes in his coat, he searches for an umbrella to take with him but it isn't in its usual place so he shakes his head, wanting to find Violet as quick as possible. He sighs.

Opening the door, the wet smell of rain engulfs him. He locks the door behind him and when he turns around he sees Violet standing right in front of him.

Her hair dangles down her forehead, hiding her face, some of the strands sticking to her cheeks. She is thankful for the weather, though she feels cold, as her tears don't stand out mixed in with the drops of rainwater.

"Violet." Spencer exhales, not having expected her to be here out of all places.

But before he can say anything else, her trembling voice sends shivers down his spine, "I'm sorry."

Spencer doesn't mind standing here, in front of her, getting hit by the rain, he somehow doesn't think of the fact that they could go inside right now, he just wants to be by her side at this very moment. She is the only thing of importance right at this instance.

"Violet, don't be." He attempts to smile but seeing her like this, the bags under her eyes darker than usual, her eyes all shiny, her voice so fragile, he can't manage.

He extends his arm, pulling her closer by the sleeve of her too-big coat and slowly closes the space between them, engulfing her in a hug that makes her feel a bit better.

The rain still meets both of them and Violet's silent cries turn into sobs when she feels Spencer's arms on her back and the presence of his legs standing in front of hers, their knees touching.