New but maybe not so New

Chapter 23 | ✔

"Yeah ok, sure."
My eyes were watery as I bit my lip, trying to prevent myself from crying while pressing the phone tighter to my ear.
"I'm just gonna visit her tomorrow then. Thanks."

I hung up and exhaled deeply, running my hands through my hair as the tears started streaming down my face.

"Hey, I brought some Chinese food." Spencer said, entering the hotel room with the two separate beds and the little couch.
"I specifically asked for chopsticks."

I chuckled slightly as I wiped my face with both my hands, trying to act like everything's fine.
"Of course you did."

"Hey, what is it?"
He sat down opposite of me on his bed as he tilted his head to the side, trying to get me to look at him.

"Oh, apart from a serial killer who kills because of me, everything's perfectly fine."

He shook his head, getting up and kneeling down in front of me, hesitantly grabbing my hands and getting me to look at him by tilitng my chin up.
"You can tell me."

I took a deep breath as my lip began to tremble.
"My sister just had a seizure and they won't let me see her until tomorrow."

He closed his eyes, knowing exactly how it felt to be in such a situation as he drew reassuring circles onto my palm, trying to calm me down.

"They didn't know how to act so they just sedated her. Can you believe that?"
As I shook my head, another pair of tears wobbled out of my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.
"They treat her like a wild animal. I have to bring her back to me."

He nodded understandingly, wiping my cheeks away and cupping my face in his big, warm hands, our eyes locking with one another.
"We will get her back and nothing will happen to any of you, okay?"

I nodded shortly, taking a couple of deep breaths and smiling sadly at Spencer. "I know. Thank you."

He shook his head, got up and went to the Chinese plastic bags he had put onto the table.
"So, I've got you some egg rolls since I know you love them and some rice with-."

"I'm not hungry. Sorry."

His head, that had been tilted down to look through the bags snapped in my direction and he shook his head.
"You have to. When was the last time you ate something?"

I shrugged, humming.
"I don't know."

"Yep. That was definitely the wrong answer. Did you know that about 40% of all people tend to eat more when stressed, while about 40% eat less and 20% experience no change in the amount of food they eat when exposed to stress. Consequently, stress can be associated with both weight gain and weight loss."

While listening, I closed my eyes, enjoying the soothing sensation of his voice.
I loved it.
"And since you're already on your lowest weight since joining the BAU, it would not be healthy to loose even more weight."

I furrowed my brows, smiling at him.
"I lost weight?"

He nodded, unpacking the Chinese food and grabbing the chopsticks. "Approximately 10 pounds since the skirt that you wore on the last case wasn't as tight as on the first case."

I laughed, deciding not to question his way of observation before getting up and sitting next to him on the round table in the middle of the little hotel room.

Spencer shoved a plate full of egg rolls in the middle of the both us, grabbing two pairs of chopsticks and handing one of them to me.
"So, I think you have to show me again."

I shook my head laughing.
"Well, maybe I should write it down since you are an eideitic minded genius."

He shrugged, examining the chopsticks with a frown.
"Then I would know the theory but not the practice."

"'In theory, theory and practice are the same. In practice, they are not.'"

Spencer chuckled, nodding his head. "Albert Einstein was a genius."

I agreed before grabbing my chopsticks and trying to show him how it's done. "Okay, you have to put your index finger there and then your middle finger should hold them all together."

He really tried his best while sticking out the tip of his tongue before moving the chopsticks to one egg roll, putting it in between and lifting it, but without the egg roll.

We both laughed as he shook his head. "No, I don't get it. I think that's the only thing I'll never be good at."

"And expressing your feelings."
I added jokingly before realizing it wasn't that much of a joke and clearing my throat, moving my hands to his and showing him how to hold the chopsticks.

I smiled as he had a secured grip, lifting one egg roll and bringing it to his mouth, only to let it fall down onto the plate again. "Hey, don't worry. You'll eventually solve that mystery just like you always do, Spicy."

We both chuckled as we continued to eat, chatting along and that was the only time I forgot about everything.
When I was with Spencer, it was like time stood still and I didn't have to sorry about a single thing.

Unlike right now.
I lay in my bed, trying to sleep as I rolled from one side to another. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw the pictures from the crime scenes.

All those dead people.
Those girls which looked like me. And there was nothing I could do but stand by since we didn't have anything on Ashton.

"Can't sleep?"
The quiet voice of Spencer made me snap my eyes open eventually, looking at his direction but not seeing him because of the dark.

"I'm asleep."
We both chuckled quietly, me being happy that I had reached him understanding sarcasm.

"Yeah, I've never sleep better."

"You are really getting better at the whole sarcasm thing."

"Well, what can I say? I learn from the best."

I smiled to myself, feeling a tingling sensation in my stomach.
"It's just that every time I close my eyes, I see those bodies."

Spencer sighted, shifting in his bed.
"It's not your fault."

"I know but those are still dead people."

"I know. It never gets easier."

There was a short amount of silence between the both of us as I bottled all my courage together, taking a deep breath. "W-Would you mind to, ehm, lay down... w-wi-with me?"

He didn't answer and I started to worry about asking the wrong thing before I heard him shifting again and mere moments later, another weight dropped down onto my mattress and lay down next to me, getting under the covers with me.

I felt nervous as I shifted closer to his body, not wanting to lay on the edge of the bed, since now we didn't have so much space.

His body was stiff and I knew for a fact that he was just as nervous as I was.
That made me smile.
I shifted to the side, grabbing his hand hesitantly and as he didn't make any effort to pull it away, I lay it onto my hip our hand still connected, and lay down onto my side, him following me.

I've never felt as secure and comfortable as in that moment, me liking the position of the little spoon with boy genius as my fitting big spoon.

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his hot breath tickling my now bare shoulder, since the strap of my pajama slipped off my shoulder in the process of turning on the side.

With him holding me, being near me, I could forget my problems.
I could forget everything.
It was like we were the only ones existing on this entire planet.
Only me and my socially akward boy genius.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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They literally own my heart❤

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