Dr. Spencer Reid finds himself in a situation with his new co-worker, SSA Marissa Hotchner. Will Hotch find out about Spencer and Marrisa's little secrets or not?
*TW: talks about illness, mental illness, mature content, and murder*
*Season 6-?*
*DI...
Season 7 Episode 1 "It Takes a Village," & Episode 2 "Proof."
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AFTER the big trail for our actions against Ian Doyle, we all needed a break. We all need time to think. Emily wasn't dead. It was all overwhelming to everyone.
FLASHBACK (Episode 1)
Hotch had called us all into the round table room. It seemed strange. "Nice scruff you got there," I smiled at him. He lightly smiled back.
"Welcome back," Morgan looked at him. "Thanks. Everybody have a seat," Hotch says. "Why? What's going on is everything all right?" Morgan questions. "Seven months ago I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. The doctors were able to stabilize her. And she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under a covert exfiltration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know. She was reassigned to Paris where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to for her security," Hotch explains.
"Hotch, what are you trying to say?" I ask him. "She's alive?" Garcia asks. "But we buried her," Reid says in denial. "As I said, I take full responsibility for the decision. If anyone has any issues, they should be directed toward me," Hotch says. "Any issues? Yeah, I got issues," Morgan says, angrily.
At this point Garcia and I had tears falling down our cheeks. We used to go drinking together, her, Emily and me, but ever since she died we hadn't. We all turned around and looked in the doorway. As if I saw a ghost, I could've sworn I turned pale. I jumped up, ran over to her, and hugged her. Tight.
She apologized and hugged everyone, making her way around the room.
END OF FLASHBACK
Spencer was sitting in my living room. "Spencer, are you doing okay?" I put my hand on his knee. "Okay? Okay! How is any of this okay! Emily was dead and now she isn't! JJ lied to m- all of us! So did your brother!" he was enraged. "Spencer. That's not what I-." "Yeah, not what you meant. Got it. So what are we supposed to do! You're still in no condition to go into the field! You're bruised and the cut hasn't healed properly!" he paced.
"What are you trying to say, Spencer?" I ask him. "I don't think I'll be able to work with them if you're not there! I mean, who's going to keep me calm!" he continued to pace. "I'll talk to Hotch, see if he'll reinstate me. The bruises are fading and the cut is fine. Plus, even if he doesn't, it's not like you're alone here. You have Rossi, Morgan, and Garcia. Lord knows she's only a phone call away," I tell him. "You'd go into the field for me?" he asked. "Yes, of course. I'm not promising any ass-kicking, but if it comes down to it, I will if I have to," I smiled.
I stood up and he hugged me. "You'll be okay," I hugged back. "I hope so," he says. "You better get to work, you don't want to be late," I let go of him. "You're right, I'll hopefully see you later?" he asks. "Hopefully," I sigh.
