The Red Lounge ~Spencer Reid x Reader ~

Someone to Stay

Ghosts from the past return.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNVZ4fzkSu8

When we finally returned to the party, Savannah's friends had left, and all that was left was Derek's, and, I suppose, Spencer's. They looked up from their conversation, a knowing smile on their faces. Spencer cleared his throat awkwardly and I shuffled my feet, looking to the ground. The silence was broken by JJ, who smirked and held her hand out to Dave, who grumbled as he fished a 20 out of his pocket. This caused everyone, myself included to laugh, and Spencer guided me to a seat with a hand on my back. I leaned into him and from across the room, I could see Derek smiling lightly.

There was a strange, but comfortable air in the living room. The group of friends, who had obviously known each other for years, shared stories back and forth about adventures and cases that they had seen and experienced. It made me a bit sad, but Spencer's presence behind me, his hand on my hip was comforting enough that I was able to detach the stories from the people. They were here, and alive despite the horrors they had seen. Around 11 I felt my eyes starting to droop, and Daisy, sensing this sat beside me and nudged my hand with her nose. I smiled down to her and kissed her head, sitting up.

"Derek, Savannah, thank you for having me. I had so much fun, but I think it's time for me to head home." Derek stood from his place and smiled, wrapping me in a hug as he kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you for coming and looking out for Hank. Those books are beautiful, he's going to love them." I nodded happily and stepped away from him. "Do you want a ride?" I opened my mouth to object but Spencer was already standing, grabbing his coat and mine from the dining room. "Well, that answers that." I laughed quietly and watched Spencer with adoration. Derek patted me on the shoulder, nodding his head to Spencer as he passed.

Spencer raised his hand to say goodbye to his friends, who all gave him kind smiles and waved back, watching as the two of us left the house, Daisy hot on my heels. She easily jumped up into the back seat, making herself at home as I closed the door behind her and slid into my own seat, Spencer placing our coats and my name plate gift in the well by my chair.

It had been so long since I had been in his car that I almost forgot how comfortable it was. The small car, while it could seem cramped, was really just cozy, and I looked around with a small smile. My eyes landed on a strange thing on his side of the car I hadn't realized before, but now that I saw it I realize what it was... it was a holster, just like in Derek's car. I had never seen it before because really, the only reason I saw it now was because I knew what it looked like. His was different, it was brown, and leather, while Derek's was meant for a Glock 17, Spencer's was a small .22 revolver holster. I sighed, pushing down the feeling of guilt as Spencer slid into his side of the car. He paused, turning to smile at me. I couldn't stand the intense look in his eye so I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. His hand came up to cup the side of my face and I smiled against him, pulling back after a few moments to search his eyes.

I found tired understanding. As much as I might not really want to admit it, which was obvious from my adamant dismissal that he wanted to see me, I missed him like crazy. I would wake up from nightmares constantly, wishing his arms were around me. I would see something that was funny and reminded me of him, and want to text him. It got so painful going into the lounge that I had to stop. I still go, now and again if they need help, but it felt wrong to be there without him. The way his hand enveloped mine tightly, holding it in his while he drove told me that he felt the same. The girls had told me that they had been in touch with him, and that he was asking how I was doing, but I didn't really want to hear about it.

They were going to shit themselves when I told them about tonight. Actually, so would my therapist now that I thought about it. We pulled up to my apartment, and he parked in what was slowly becoming "his" spot, and sighed, resting our heads back on the rests. I smiled, and turned to him. "Are you coming in?"