Spencer Reid x OC.

Stirred.

You will never understand the hell I feel inside my head. - Pinterest.

Aurora's POV

Not one day could pass without that man. He was always so close and yet so far away from me as I wanted to talk but as soon as my eyes were covered for a second, he would leave. The passers-by would get in my way and it made no sense. It took me what felt like an age to move through the crowd and yet he seemed to be able to do it in a matter of a few seconds.

"Hey, Garcia. I was wondering if you could pull up the video from a week ago yesterday of the door going into your building. From the morning at about two hour after you are all supposed to be at work. Sorry hours not hour. Still need to learn that. Anyway, I am looking for a man with grey hair pushed back and then the man had a long coat on. It was black. He stood a little away from me." Garcia viewed the video and I could hear her typing stop as she waited to tell me what she could.

"I am so sorry Aurora but there isn't any man that matches that description. The only people I can see are all moving. I can keep at it." She couldn't say much more as I told her it was fine before I hung up. What was going on in my head? The face, the way his hair was as stiff as cardboard and the movement that his chest made as air passed filled my mind and thoughts. I had imagined and just fabricated an entire being.

"Hey." Spencer walked into my dorm and let his fingers flick through my hair. Had my mind not been so busy I could have purred a little. He placed his bag onto my desk and let his hands pull at me but I felt like a doll as he dragged me to my bed. After a few purely mindless moments I pull my back from his chest and sat facing him. He was concerned and had been since I walked away from him at the FBI office. That was the first time we had met since then. He must have thought I hated him.

I was going insane and imagining things but with his family, or mum. I couldn't just out and say that. He didn't need that in his life. I had to let him go but I didn't know how.

"Why didn't you tell you friends about I and you?" The words didn't sound right to me but I was tired and thinking. That man's piercing eyes kept me awake at night and so did his face. The second I closed my eyes he was there and it didn't feel right.

Spencer had begun spouting something about how he was only thinking of me but I couldn't take any of it in. When he stopped it was clear that he had expected me to respond to a question I hadn't heard and so I thought something up.

"If a relationship has to be some secret then I don't want to be in it. No, I shouldn't be in it." He seemed to take an unspoken hint and he nodded once. It was clear that he didn't agree with me but he respected me. In truth I did not listen to a single word he said as he was getting ready to leave. Just as he got his bag though Anna walked in and I gave a vague sort of smile. It was tough to watch Spencer leave and my eyes filled with tears. I had only hoped Spencer wouldn't see but as he was leaving Anna spoke and he turned to us.

"I don't understand. Aurora, you have been a little off for a while. You keep drawing that man. Writing your creative scripts with him in. Not just that but you have been funny with me and now I have a feeling that when Spencer leaves it isn't just for now. You did really care for him and you drove me insane as I heard all there was to know about him. You obsessed over him. Why are you just throwing this away now?" My eyes still felt a little sore as the stinging sensation spread through them. Tears were set to fall but not one did. As I stood in silence though Spencer turned to me and brought his eyebrows into a set line. He knew something was off and it was more than what I had said.