Pleasures a Crime Worth Committing

Chapter Twenty: Bed ridden

"Honestly, really was mad at first, but i know some friends do do that. You know, kiss each other. I know Emily is blackout drunk and your pretty drunk too. So, not really." Spencer explained, causing you to let out a sigh of relief.

"Ok, I just wasn't totally sure. Shirt please?" You held out your hand, waiting for him to give you your top. Spencer digging through your pants to find it, he handed it to you, turning around once again to give you some sort of privacy.
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After about ten minutes of trying to put your jeans on while sitting down, Spencer finally wrapped your arm around his shoulder, helping you up off the couch and to the door. You could already feel a migraine setting in from all those shots you had, even the martinis.

Upon walking out of the room you were both in, you looked over to the dance floor, still seeing Emily, Garcia, and Morgan partying it up. Emily was still blackout drunk and Garcia was just jumping around with a bunch of other people. Morgan was of course over with the ladies, getting numbers. You knew you had to leave, but you wish you could have stayed with everyone. If it wasn't for not being abele to physically walk on your own and being drunk, you would have just ran back out there.

"You ok?" Spencer looked down at you, he had almost a concerned and caring look on his face. He could definitely tell you wanted to stay, but he wouldn't let you. He cared to much about you to leave you on your own.

"Yeah. It's fine." Looking up at him, seeing that twinkle in his eye he would get when he looked at your face.
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Spencer walked you back to his car, placing you in the passenger seat and setting the chair back to let you lay down. He approached the drivers seat, locking the doors to the car and starting it. By now, you were about to fall asleep as Spencer reached over the seat to the back, pulling out his sweater vest. Reaching back over to you, he placed the vest over your shoulders. You slipped your arms into it, wrapping it around your body as you quickly fell asleep in his car.
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The next morning, you woke up with a pounding, other worldly headache. You had somehow made it back to you apartment and into your bed. Sitting up to a spinning room, you slowly tried to get out of bed. In doing this, you remembered last night like a ton of brick just fell onto you. Had Spencer brought you back home? You certainly couldn't remember anything after getting into his car.

"Shit!" You yelled out as you fell to the ground trying to walk again. All the sudden, you heard someone or something move in your living room, the floorboards creaking. While trying to move across the floor, realizing your still in your cloths from last night, along with Spencer's button up vest. Weird, you don't remember that happening.

Looking up at the door, you saw it swing open and it was none other than Spencer Reid himself. He ran to you on the floor, picking you up again and placing you back on the edge of your bed. Wy was Spencer at your apartment? Had he been here all night? Who knew honestly. Well, you certainly wanted to know.

Right before Spencer rushed back out of your room, you grabbed his arm.

"Spencer slow down jesus. Why are you here and how long have you been here for?" Still gripping his arm tightly, he sat down next to you on the end of your bed, facing you.

"Last night, you fell asleep in my car and i carried you up here and back to your apartment. It was like 4am and you were totally passed out and I thought you would want aftercare this morning. I slept on the couch and brought you in here, I hope that's ok." He clearly had also just woken up, the clock on your nightstand reading 10:00 am. His voice was still groggy, as he spoke to you he was constantly rubbing his eyes. His hair was the usual mess and he had changed into a pair of sweatpants and hoodie from his go-bag.