Paranoia - s.reid

Our Line

Elizabeth Bundy sat at the back of a parked ambulance, legs hanging off the edge as she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's rambling.

"Are you sure you're okay? I know you're bandaged up but you got shot!" The doctor exclaimed, his hands resting on her thighs as he stood in front of her, leaning on her. His hands moved off her thighs, travelling to lower down her legs, then to her ribs, arms, and shoulders, finally resting on her face. It was his way of making sure their wasn't any more pain and that she was okay.

"I'm fine, Penny. I wasn't shot, the bullet grazed me." Before Spencer could protest, he sprung away at the sight of Hotch.

"You two alright?" The two nodded. "Nice shot, Reid."

"I was aiming for his leg." Liz giggled at the statement for no reason. 

"I wouldn't have kept kicking, but I was afraid you didn't get my plans. Liz caught on fast but when I kicked you she looked like she was about to kill me." Spencer smiled at the girl.

"I got your plan the minute you moved the hostages out of my line of fire."

"Well, I hope I didn't hurt you too badly. And I'm sorry about your leg, Elizabeth." Hotch's voice was sincere. "Don't worry about it, Hotch." Liz replied, a smile still on her face.

"Hotch, I was a 12-year-old child prodigy in a Las Vegas public high school. You kick like a 9-year-old girl." Liz burst out laughing at the comment, a hand resting on Spencer's forearm, letting go as he grabbed two guns, holding them out to her and Hotch.

"No, keep it. As far as I'm concerned, you passed your qualification."

"I want mine, though. Both of my guns have their initials engraved on them." The girl smiled sheepishly, taking the gun before waving Hotch off.

Morgan walked up to the couple, not saying a word as Spencer threw the whistle given to him back, making Morgan walk away smiling.

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Liz and Spencer sat at the back of the jet, the young woman fast asleep with her head resting on Spencer's shoulder. Gideon approached the two, conversing with Spencer as he sat down. Liz had woken up at some point in their conversation, pretending to be asleep when a certain topic peaked her interest.

"JJ isn't it, huh?" Gideon asked. "She's the only person who calls you Spence but.." he trailed off.

"There's only one person who calls me Penny."

"You make a move yet?"

"I'm not sure. I really like her though. Like a lot. I've liked her for three years." Liz fought her smile. "You love her?" Her heart stopped beating.

"Statistics show that men wait 88 days to say 'I love you' while women take 134 days. 39% of partners say it within the first month."

"Statistics don't have a play in this. It's about what you feel."

"I think I love her. I don't know. It''s all about what she feels for me."

"You two are already together, aren't you? You talked about saying I love you when in a relationship. Within 88 days or the first month of a relationship." Liz tried to ignore the panic building up. "Don't profile me. We're keeping it quiet." Spencer groaned, careful not to 'wake' the girl beside him.

"I think you're in love with her."

"Maybe."

"I'm happy for you, Spencer." And with that, the older man got up and walked away.

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Days had passed since the sniper case and the weekend had ended, signalling the beginning of another five days at the BAU.