broken love |s.reid|

chapter seven

Abby's POV:

I woke up, absolutely freezing. I didn't even want to get out of bed, or finish this case. After nearly an hour of scrolling through my phone, I finally got up. Walking into the bathroom, chills ran through my body as I stepped on to the cold tile. Looking into the mirror, I realized that my makeup was still on, and I had fallen asleep in my work clothes. Last night was such a blur, considering how tired I was. The last thing that I remembered was Spence kissing me goodnight before he left. Ugh, I wish he stayed because a warm morning kiss and hug would be nice right about now.

Combing through my hair and putting on some mascara, I realized I was ready to go. I changed into a new set of work clothes and threw on my boots. As I reached over for my phone, I saw an unread text from JJ.

JJ: Head down to the station ASAP. We have a lead on the case.

Abby: I'm on my way. Be there in 30.

I grabbed my keys, badge, and gun and headed for the elevators. As I stood there, awaiting the elevator, a familiar voice greeted me.

"Good morning Abby." Spencer said, walking up to me. The elevator dinged, as I walked in.

"And same to you." I said, brushing my hair behind my ear. Odd it was just him. "Listen, sorry about last night, I was just so tired."

"Oh no, I understand. Don't worry about it."

"And I didn't mean to kiss you. That was so inappropriate of me."

"Abby, come on it was a peck, no big deal. Right?"

"Right." I said, nodding my head and shutting myself up before I said something I regretted. Yeah, totally it meant nothing. It's not like I didn't want to make out with you.

The elevator doors opened and Spencer offered to drive me over to the police station, but I declined. I knew that if Seaver saw us together, she'd flip out, and that's the last thing I needed right about now. As I got into the car, Georiga by Vance Joy played again over the radio.

"And I could easily lose my mind The way you kiss me will work each time Calling me to come back to bed Signing Georgia on my mind"

My heart melted. That song never failed to remind me of Spencer. Late nights together. With him. I tried to push away the thought before tears streamed down my face. I'm so sentimental, I hate it. Finally, I arrived at the police department, and somehow Spence was already there. Knowing him he took some back road shortcut.

"Okay, so we have a lead on the case." Hotch informed us and we all gathered in the confrence room.

"This unsub is burning himself. He thinks that somehow it will cure this disease he has, and it also just came back from the ME that these women were missing over 4 pints of blood." Hotch carried on.

"He's using the blood to try and cure his sickness. All these women had O negative blood" Spencer butted in.

"Garcia, search for men in the area that have O negative blood, 20 to 30, and and are in need to a blood transfusion." Morgan asked, putting Garcia on speaker phone.

"Bryce Jarvis is your unsub. I'm sending his adress to your GPS now. Swat will be waiting for you guys." Garcia answered.