FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

II

The next morning I got on the plane. Prentiss drove me to the airport, claiming that I needed a proper send off. I tried to convince her otherwise, telling her I could just go by myself, but she wouldn't have it. According to her there was nothing worse than boarding a plane without a friend to say goodbye to.

She hugged me before I left, ordering me to call her the second I got a chance. I told her I would and left. Unlike the last time though, I looked back as I left, giving her a wave as I disappeared through security. After that I boarded the plane; once again finding myself in first class with a plastic cup full of wine. I strapped in, preparing myself for the long journey ahead as I plugged in my headphones and closed my eyes.

The flight was long. Every so often I'd check the time, sighing whenever I realized it'd only been twenty minutes since the last time I looked. I could feel my body getting antsy, vibrating as I tapped my feet against the ground and chewed my thumbnail. I tried to focus on the music I was listening to, but eventually, even the melodies couldn't mask the sudden burst of anxiety I felt, so I transitioned to movies. The in flight selection was alright. Most of the films were ones that I'd already seen, but eventually I found something that looked interesting. I plugged my headphones into the jack and started it up, adjusting myself in my seat as the opening credits rolled in.

When we landed about nine hours later I could feel my heart excitedly beating against my chest. The plane erupted into a chorus of chatter as the flight attendants got the plane ready for de-boarding. I pulled my purse out from underneath my seat and threw my headphones inside. Afterwards I grabbed my phone and sent a quick text to Issac, letting him know that we'd landed. Within a second he responded, claiming that he was already waiting for me.

I smiled at my phone screen and threw it in my bag, watching as people started standing to grab their stuff. Excitedly, I snuck past a couple of people, rushing to the front of the plane. People glared in my direction, but I didn't care. I thanked the attendants that stood near the entrance and rushed off, throwing my bag over my shoulder as I started running down the hallway and into the building.

I went through customs pretty quickly, knowing I had nothing to hide. When I was cleared I ran towards the baggage claim, searching for Issac's tall frame in the crowd of people waiting to pick up their loved ones. When I spotted him I screamed, running full force into his torso. I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tightly as I pressed my face against his chest. Never in my life had I been so glad to see him, so the sudden affection confused him.

He shoved me off, narrowing his eyes in my direction as he adjusted his shirt. "Calm down it's been like six months."

"Yeah, but that's so long," I wined.

"We talked every week." He started walking over to the baggage claim. I followed, scanning the carousel for my suitcases. After a couple of minutes I saw them fall into the queue with the rest of them. I dashed over and grabbed them, setting them on the floor next to me with a sigh. Issac walked over and grabbed one, pulling out the handle as he raised his brow in my direction. "Just these guys?"

I nodded.

We the left airport, walking side by side in silence as we traveled out to his car. We threw my stuff in the trunk and hopped in. I buckled my seatbelt and leaned forward, tapping the dash with my palms as I smiled. I'd barely left the airport and I already felt like I was home.

"Okay, I have to tell you something before we get to the apartment," he checked for traffic as he spoke, waiting for a few cars to pass before merging in and following the road. "I have some news."

"News?" I raised my brow.

"I, uh, sort of got a girlfriend when you were gone."

"A girlfriend?" I yelled. "You got a girlfriend and you didn't fucking bother to tell me?"