The Mission

Eight

Y/N padded over and opened the door.

Spencer saw her state and stifled a small grin. She looked so different from when he had first met her. Her face was a bit red and puffy from all that sleeping and crying and there were still some specks of purple glitter from the club. However, with her black eye makeup gone she looked like a baby angel, and all he wanted to do right now was hold her and assure her that everything will be alright.

"What do you want Spencer."

"Y/N, I don't know exactly, I just feel bad."

"You don't need to pity me. You don't know anything about me anyway. I'll leave tomorrow."

"No, please don't leave." Spencer grabbed her wrist, and she felt an electric shock. She pulled away, a shocked look on her face.

"You literally told me I'm not worth anything to you. You made me feel like a worthless piece of shit. Now you want to make me feel special? I might skip school every chance I get, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb. I'm not sticking around as some play thing for you. I just need a warm bed to stay in tonight. But tomorrow, I'm staying at-." Y/N stopped talking to catch a breath.

"I know about your father." Spencer interrupted her, as he desperately ran his hand along his messy brown hair.

"What?"

"Ian Doyle. A notorious arms dealer and former captain of the IRA who was under the watch of Interpol. I know about the car accident and how you lost the only person that mattered to you, your mother, Elle."

Y/N felt blood pulsing through her veins, and she looked up in pure anger. "How the fuck do you know all of this. Am I one of your little research projects back at your police work? How dare you bring up personal information like that. Fuck you."

"Trust me, I didn't do this on purpose. When I was telling Penelope to find out your address so I could take you home, she noticed it was strange how it wasn't listed in the regular database. She did some digging, and found out that you were under witness protection 5 years ago, a year after your father died, because people who had been double crossed by him were hounding after you. Penelope also told me about their car accident that you and your parents were in 6 years ago on Cheyenne Road in Las Vegas, which was kept in locked files, to keep your identity safe. That's when something clicked inside of me and I realized-."

"Stop. Just shut up. Don't talk about the accident, please." Y/N suddenly felt that she couldn't breathe, and she clutched her heart and fell to her knees. She hated herself for not getting over the fact that she was in a car accident 6 years ago, which had developed into severe PTSD. But how could she forget about it when she could still feel her mother's corpse lying her top of her, forcing her to stop breathing. "It should've been me, you know. Instead of my mom." She croaked out her last sentence as she closed her eye lids.

"Hey, hey I got you Y/N. Just sleep. And don't ever say that. You're lucky you survived that day." Spencer whispered as he caught her with his arms, and stroked her hair. He held her, and as she fell asleep, she could've sworn that he kissed her on the forehead.

...

She woke up to the sound of birds outside.

She was tucked into bed, in the fluffy white blanket, and had several pillows around her like a little nest. She felt safe, protected, and warm. There was a little wrinkled note torn out of a yellow note pad on the cabinet next to the bed.

Going off to school. You obviously don't have to come if you don't want to. Get plenty of rest. Take the pill for the migraine you might have, but no more than one. See you soon.
-Spencer

12:00. Fuck. She wanted to go to school today, regardless of the enormous migraine and body ache she had. To see Spence. Y/N smiled a little to herself, swallowed the pill, and stood up from the bed.

Y/N had no choice but to wear the oversized hoodie to school, as she was still in Spencer's house. She pulled her hair back in a messy bun, and washed her face, so it was glitter free. This was definitely not her usual aesthetic, but she felt tired after a long day she had yesterday, and had nothing from her house to style herself.

When she got to class, she could feel all eyes on her. Understandable, after the stunt she pulled yesterday.

"Y/N, you're late again." It was Derek Morgan, another cop. And Spencer turned around, facing her.

"Sorry, I overslept. And I had an extremely rough night."

Spencer nodded understandingly, and Y/N took her seat next to Haley and Anderson.

"I thought you'd never make it, baby. And wow, no makeup and a hoodie? What did you go through last night?" Haley said with a tinge of worry in her voice.

"I'm here now, that's all that matters. I'm leaving early though."

"Late work? I know how hard it can be to juggle stripping and school. That's why I quit. How do you still do it?" It was true. Haley had been her stripping partner before she got her life back together and decided to do school full time, and drop out of the business once and for all. That's why they were best friends, they funded themselves and were independent. Understood eachother through hardships.

"Why is that Derek guy checking you out like that." Grant muttered under his breath, sliding closer to Y/N. "And why the fuck do you smell like mens aftershave?? You weren't with Carmen last night, don't tell me it's our new sub."

Shit. The hoodie had a mild mixed scent of men's aftershave and the christmas tree scented candles Spencer had at his house. It was a good scent, but it wasn't her usual cheap Victoria's Secret scent that had hooker all over it. "I'm trying this new candle out and I forgot to wear perfume in the morning. And Grant, although I seriously fucking love you, it is a bit creepy how you just smelled me in the middle of class." Y/N shot a annoyed glance at him.

"I'm just looking out for you little sis. You're already caught up in a rumor that you fucked Dr. Reid. Carmen hasn't been at school because he wants to half kill you and the teacher."

"Nothing happened, okay? I was just playing with him. Carmen needs to chill."

As Y/N faced away from Grant, she felt Derek's sharp eyes on her, and Y/N winked at him. He chuckled a little and then averted his eyes, making a serious face again. He was just wondering why Y/N was wearing the same exact hoodie that Spencer wore at home.

"Please focus on what I'm saying Y/N. It's bad enough you were late today. Please stay after class to talk to me." Spencer suddenly called her out. He looked a bit annoyed as he went on to explain the new book that they would be reading in class for the few weeks.

...

"I'm here, can I leave now?" Y/N asked as she ruffled her hair. "No, we need to talk about yesterday."

"Yesterday never happened. So I'm gonna leave now."

"Come back to my house after school. We'll have dinner together. And I'll tell you why I am here."

He seemed sincere, with kind eyes, a hint of desperacy added to them. As much as Y/N didn't want to reveal her past, she wanted to hear Spencer tell her the truth about himself, so she agreed to meet and walked quickly out the door.
...

Y/N got ready quickly for the dinner plan at her own home. She had her hair down, with natural makeup, and put on a silky white dress with a long v cut. She tried to look as natural but chic as possible, like didn't try too hard for the date.

When she had begun to type in the passcode to Spencer's door when he didn't answer his doorbell for the third time, a frantic looking Spencer swung open the door. His face was pink and his forehead was dotted with sweat. He got off the phone and told Y/N the most shocking and saddening news that she could hear.

"It's your friend. Grant Anderson. We found his body."