Boy Meets Girl / Criminal Minds Fanfiction.

Family Interactions

Alright, another chapter. Here we go.

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The new story I'm writing is coming along. The working name is The Bartender. But that's not set in stone, just thought I'd mention it. Hope you guys will give it a read when it's finished and posted, cause I'm not posting until I'm done. It will be shorter than this story but different. I'm nervouse no one will like it. Okay, moving on, ignore my rambling.

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Ryder had tried to downplay it, not wanting to worry anyone. Worry Spencer. She knew how he was, how he thinks. It wasn't a big deal, she tried to explain. Just someone hung up on something that happened in the past. She had thought as much herself, but every time she did, she thinks back to the flowers. No one she knows had sent them, she'd been paranoid enough to check. So who were they from?

"I've only seen him twice." Ryder tries to calm Spencer with the information but he just looks at her, like that means nothing. "And in very public places. I mean, he's just sour about what happened." She had thought he was over it, it had been a couple of years now and they hadn't even dated that long. She didn't see how he couldn't be over it.

"I don't like it." Spencer shakes his head, well aware of how normal people can seem when lying just under the surface could be something monstrous.

"Me either." Ryder sighs, walking over to sit on the bed next to him. "And sure, I don't like him, he's an ass, but I'm not to worried."

"That doesn't make me feel better." He tells her, placing one leg on the bed when he turns to face her.

"Yeah," Ryder nods, it didn't make her feel better either. But she didn't want him to know that, he'd only worry more. "I'll keep an eye out. He hasn't exactly done anything illegal."

"You still have your gun?"

"Spence, I don't think-"

"Do you?" Reid cuts her off, staring straight into her eyes. He could even stand the thought of something happening to her. Ryder has carried a gun in her purse since meeting him. There was also one in the nightstand.

"Yes." Ryder nods, a little pit of dread filling her gut at the thought of using the weapon. She has nothing against guns, she prefers having one with her, it makes her feel safer. Doesn't mean she wants to use it. "I always have it."

"I'm sorry." Spencer sighs, leaning his head onto her shoulder. "I'm just worried."

"I know." Ryder nods while running her fingers through his hair. "I'll try to take someone with me when I go out for a little while, okay?" It would make her feel better as much as him.

"Yeah." Spencer mumbles, lifting his head just enough to connect his lips with hers. "I'll kick his ass, you know, if he comes near you again."

Chuckling, Ryder nods and cups his cheek with her good hand. "Yeah, I know. And I love you for it. Maybe we should get a dog."

Snorting, Spencer nods. "Maybe."

"I'll hold you to that." Ryder says, pointing to him before holding up her left arm, looking down at her cast. "Have a doctor's appointment for this tomorrow. I want it off before the wedding."

"Yeah," Spencer nods, taking her castes arm gently in his own. "The bone won't be healed but you might be able to go with just a brace."

"Well, it's better than this thing." She grumbles. "It itches." The cast was removable but it was difficult to do and then put by on. She's only done it once with Spencer's help to let her arm breath and clean it. "I broke my shoulder once but I just worse a sling, no cast." That hadn't been fun, she wasn't sure if this was worse or not. Shirts were impossible to put on with her shoulder, she had to wear buttons ups until it healed and her entire arm ached from not being able to stretch it. It hadn't inched like this though.