When Lottie woke up, all she could see was white. Crisp, clean, sterile white. She hated it. She tried moving up but was stopped by a hand forcing her to lay back down. There he was, bags under his eyes, cheeks hollowed out, hair in a mess everywhere, and looking skinnier than ever, her fiancé.
Spencer had such a concerned look on his face, all she could do was smile at him and give his hand a squeeze. Spencer gave out a sigh of relief, kissing the palm of her hand. No words had to be said between them, they knew what they were thinking.
After 20 minutes of just sitting next to each other, Spencer spoke up.
"I really thought I was going to lose you that time. I don't know what I would have done Lottie. It was excruciating." He whispered as if talking any louder would make Lottie disappear.
She smiled at him and gave him a kiss, reassuring him that she was there and wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. They sat there for a couple hours just exchanging small kisses and whispering to each other. Just glad to be together and alive.
Around 3 in the afternoon, there was a knock at the door. Spencer gave Lottie a quick kiss, getting up to answer the door. The team filled into the room, Garcia the first one to run over to Lottie, talking a mile a minute.
"Please don't ever scare me like that again!" She practically yelled grabbing Lottie's hand. "I didn't think you were coming back."
"I'm sorry, but he is gone now." Lottie said softly to Garcia who looked like she was about to cry. Even thought Garcia hadn't known Lottie for a long time she felt a connection to the younger girl and she felt like she had to protect her.
"You don't happen to have any more psycho uncles bent on killing you, do you?" Morgan joked with Lottie. Everyone laughed at that.
"No they are all gone, might have a few aunts that wouldn't mind me dead though." Lottie said laughing at the end.
At that moment everyone in that room, knew that Lottie would be okay. She might have looked like a small fragile doll, she was anything but. She was a fighter, a savior. She wouldn't let anyone take her down.
"Guess a few more tattoo's are in order now?" James said taking a seat on the edge of Lottie's bed.
Spencer had sat back down in the chair he was occupying before everyone else came in. Everyone else either stood around Lottie's bed or pulled up a chair.
The team looked at James puzzled.
"Gotta look at the damage first, but yeah most likely." Lottie said with a little giggle. The team still looked puzzled.
"The last tine I was kidnapped I got some pretty bad scars around my upper chest, neck, and shoulders. It was horrible having to look at those scars every day, I hated having a reminder of what had happened to me. When I was 16 I decided I was done with having to look at the scars and went and got a tattoo to cover one up. Since then I have slowly been getting more to cover up the rest of my scars." Lottie explained running a hand over the tattoo on her chest.
From the way that the hospital gown was hanging off Lottie's shoulders the team could see most of her chest tattoo along with the ones on her shoulder heading down her left arm.
"Where is the most damage?" Lottie questioned after a moment of silence.
"Your back." Aiden said from his spot next to Emily leaning against the wall. They were standing a bit closer than Lottie thought they should have been.
"Perfect!" Lottie exclaimed clapping her hands together. Reid chuckled a little bit at that and grabbed one of Lottie's hands kissing it another small kiss on the palm. The way that Reid was looking at Lottie that moment in time was frozen into the minds everyone in the room. The way he looked at her like without her, he wouldn't be able to breathe, that she was his air. She was the light in his eyes, the only thing that could make him feel better without ever having to do something.
"We should give Lottie some rest guys." Hotch said squeezing Lottie's hand that Reid wasn't holding.
Everyone else said something to Lottie and then left the room, leaving Spencer and Lottie to themselves.
"Go to sleep love, Ill be here when you wake up." Spencer said softly to Lottie. She smiled at him then laid back and closed her eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep.
It had been almost 3 weeks since the team had rescued Lottie, she had got out of the hospital yesterday and was getting used to being back home again. Spencer and the rest of the team had been assigned a case and had left earlier that morning, much to Spencer's dismay. He really didn't want to leave her the day after she got out, but he couldn't take anymore time off of work. Plus she wouldn't let him, his job was important and she was better now. Aiden and James decided to stay in D.C. until Spencer got back to make sure that Lottie was doing okay.
"So is there anything you want to do today?" Aiden asked Lottie after he had settled down onto her's and Spencer's couch. She thought for a moment and knew the perfect answer.
"Lets go get a tattoo." She said simply not even waiting for a reply before getting up and going to go get dressed.
Aiden just chuckled and shook his head at her. That was just like her.
20 minutes later was ready to go and they were out the door, on their way to Lottie's favorite tattoo shop in D.C.
When Lottie walked into the shop she was greeted with the sound of the tattoo gun and a scream from someone getting a piercing. She smiled at the counter girl and told her that she wanted to speak to Johnnie.
"JOHNNIE!" The counter girl, whose name was Erika, yelled into the back of the shop. A minute later a huge guy with many tattoos came from the back.
"LOTTIE! My little girl, how ya doin?" He said with a New York accent.
"Good Johnnie, just here to get another tattoo." She said smiling at him.
"Okay just give me a minute to set up, do you know what you want?" He asked walking back into his tattooing room. Lottie followed replying with a yes. She was going to get something that meant the world to her, something that she would always remember.
