You had been waiting for hours and he still was not home. You had been going out with Spencer for about 6 months after you met him in therapy. He was grieving and very quiet. The first time he came in and he was happy was just after he had spent some time with his mother, a paranoid schizophrenic. You could hardly understand how a long weekend at a mental home visiting his deranged mother could be enjoyable and make him feel somewhat happy. When he came in that day, he looked you right in the eyes for the very first time.
*FLASHBACK*
'Ok Spencer Reid please' You called from your open office door. He stood up and made his way in. He was very quiet, very insecure and he had a very difficult job, you imagined it to be very tiring and recently he had gone through a tragedy. As his therapist of course you were curious but couldn't ask him and make it worse by bringing it back. The only thing that you knew was that it involved someone named Maeve or something along those lines. As he was always so upset or quiet, you didn't really find his sessions very good and you didn't look forward to it. But it was your job, you where there to help him so you pushed these negatives thoughts aside and welcomed him in.
'Hello Spencer, how are you feeling today?' He looks at you and smiles. 'You know I must say, I am feelng quite good today. I have just got back from visiting my mothers and it was a really refreshing visit' You feel completely astonished. This is the first time you had seen him smile properly in months! 'Well its good to see you so..so happy! So what about the visit made you feel so refreshed?' He looked at you and his smile stayed. He spent about 1 minute just staring at you and seeing him this happy and cheerful, you didn't just look at him. You noticed him. You realised the second he came in for his first session that he was obviously a human with human feelings and emotions but you never saw him for anything more. This time you see him for his deep brown eyes and his dimples either side of his perfect smile. You saw him for his short, curly hair and his perfect bone structure. You realised you were staring after a while and he was staring back so you asked him the question again. He chuckled quietly and looked down. 'I realised how deranged and mental people still sort of value their lives. I mean, some statistics show that even people with mental issues such as schrizophrenia and the sorts, go on to do great things and live their dreams! I just want to be able to do that and help people because that is my dream' He looked at me with sparkling eyes and awkwardly played with his hands. 'Spencer, you do help people, everyday! You're job is sometimes one of the most tragic jobs but also, it must be so fulfilling to save someone who is in danger or in need, its brilliant what you do' He smiled. 'Well Spencer, do you have anything else you would like to talk about, we have 45 minutes left?' He seemed to be contemplating and asked with another question. 'Am I your last patient?' You nodded. 'I don't have any problems that I would like to discuss no but would you maybe like to go and, erm, get some coffee? Or not, its up to you. If you have paperwork I mean thats fine' You knew it was unprofessional but you could not pass up this oppurtunity.
So you went.
*FLASHBACK OVER*
You must have dozed off when thinking about the encounter because when you looked at the clock, it had been another hour since he was supposed to be home. You suddenly heard a quiet rumbling and you turned the light on immediately.You checked around the house and then saw that there was some mail at the door and it had probably just shifted a little bit. You pulled it out of the envelope box and when you did, there was a thud against the door. You opened the door very slowly and Spencer, holding flowers in his hand, fell back like he had been leaning against it. He opened his eyes as he fell against the cold floor and then scrambled onto his feet, brushing fallen petals and dust off of his coat. 'I am so sorry that I am home so late, these are for you' He said handing you the flowers. You smiled and hugged him. 'Spence, where have you been?' He looked you in the eyes and said 'Oh I was out with the team' You called bullshit on his story. 'If you were really with the team, you would have called me or text me or something' What was going on? He nodded and pulled you over to the couch, sitting you down. 'I went to see her' Who was he talking about? He couldn't have been to see his mother as she was in Las Vegas and it would take longer to travel there from Virginia and back again. He obviously had been with the team all day so, what was he going on about? 'Who is she?' He obviously caught on that maybe you thought he was cheating.
'I went to see Maeve'
