broken love |s.reid|

chapter 8

Spencer's POV:

After being Abby's shoulder to cry on for two hours, I finally left. I felt like a horrible friend. A horrible person. My mind became a mess. And through it all, I still had to face Seaver. I stood before my door, pulling myself together before walking in. 

"Where have you been?" she yelled. Aggressive. Very aggressive. I knew this wasn't going to end well. 

"Out." 

"Out where? With who? And why is your shirt wet?" I knew she noticed the tear stains that Abby had left on my shirt, it didn't bother me one bit, but of course she blew up over it. 

"I spilled some water on myself." I lied. 

"Where were you?" At this point, Ashley was standing on the other side of the room, throwing things into her go bag. 

"I was- I was- out exploring." 

"Whatever. I don't even want to talk to you if you're going to lie to me." I sunk into the side of the bed, feeling defeated. She made me feel so drained. 

"We leave in 20 minutes, better get to packing." Ashley informed me, throwing my bag over at me. I grabbed my clothes, folding them before putting them into my duffel. As I was doing so, I felt Seaver's arms wrap tightly around me, before she leaned up to peck my cheek. It felt so weird. I mean it wasn't out of the ordinary for her to kiss me, but it just didn't feel right. 

After we cleared the room, to make sure nothing was left behind, Seaver and I grabbed our bags and headed down to the lobby. We bumped into Abby on the way down, and were going to ride down the lift with her, but of course, Seaver made a huge deal out of it, refusing to take the elevator with Abby. I turned to Abby mouthing 'I'm sorry' and rolling my eyes as Seaver made a scene. 

"Finally it's about time y'all made it down here." JJ laughed, as I walked up with Seaver. 

"Sorry, I lost track of time. My bad" We all laughed it off, except for Abby, who knew where I really was. 

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Abby's POV:

Once Seaver and Spence finally made it down to the lobby, we all headed to the airstrip. The ride over was quick, just jamming out in the car with Morgan and Emily. We finally arrived at the plane, and I handed my bags off to Morgan, for him to carry on. 

"Thank you my good sir." I said, jokingly, squeezing a laughing out of him. 

The plane ride back was nothing much. I was reading a book that I brought along with me, but ended up falling asleep. 

"Hey we're here." I felt a familiar voice say, as I realized someone was tapping my shoulder. I opened my eyes, seeing Emily stand in front of me. 

"What?" I said, annoyed yet groggy. 

"Come on get up, the team is waiting on us. Seaver said she needs to talk to us. Who knows, we could get lucky and she could be announcing her resignation. If so, we can party at my place after." Emily said, convincing me to get up. We headed off the plane, and back to the office. 

Coming up the elevator, I could see everyone huddled around Seaver's desk, waiting for Emily and I. Spencer sat next to Seaver, of course, hand in hand. 

"Finally you are here." Seaver snapped as she rolled her eyes. 

"The real queen has arrived." I snarled back, flipping my hair behind my ears. 

"Settle down ladies, or I'll ground you both." Morgan threatened, as if we were his daughters. 

"Okay. Now to finally make my announcement." Seaver began. Please be leaving. Please be leaving. 

"Spencer and I are getting married!" she cheered. My heart sank. Even though I knew this was coming. I still felt so broken. As tears grew in my eyes, I turned and walked straight Garcia's office. Even though I knew she was standing with the rest of the team, there was no other place I wanted to go. 

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Spencer's POV:

I broke her heart. I broke my best friend's heart. I couldn't help but feel so horrible. I watched her run down the hall, to Garcia's office. 

"Congrats Spencer." Hotch said, shaking my hand. I snapped back into it, realizing what was going on. I tried to step away from the team, but knew Seaver would make a scene if I did. Did I even love Ashley?

I looked over to see the rest of the girls talking with each other before all storming down the hall to Garcia's office to go after Abby. I wanted to go with them so bad. I knew that Abby was most certainly mad at me, but I knew that she needed me. 

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Abby's POV:

"Abby are you- there you are." JJ said, storming into Garcia's office, followed by Emily and Garcia. 

"I mean I knew it was coming but I didn't think it was that soon. I feel so empty." I began to cry. 

"You knew they were getting married?" Emily asked, pulling me into a hug. 

"Spencer told me today." 

"When?" Garcia asked.

"After I cried into his arms for two hours and kissed him." 

"You WHAT?!" they all yelled in unison. 

"I swear if you guys tell anyone-" I threatened. "This stays between the BAU baddies, deal?"

"Deal." they all replied, nodding their heads. 

"I had pulled him into my room after we got back to the hotel after the case, and just cried in his arms. I was a mess of emotions. And as soon as I began to ramble, he shut me up and settled me down with a kiss. And the night before, as he tucked me into bed, he kissed me, but I was like half awake and it was just a forehead peck. That doesn't mean anything, right?" They all stood there, shocked, in silence. 

"It doesn't make sense." JJ began, looking puzzled. 

"What doesn't make sense?" I asked, beginning to worry that I did something wrong. 

"That he's marrying Seaver. Abby, he loves you." Emily explained. 

"He- he- what?" 

"Oh lover boy is so in love with you Abbielou." Garcia said, holding back her cheers. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, and my cheeks began to blush. 

"How do I fix this?" I asked, hoping they knew the answer. 

"You call him, leave a voicemail, and tell him you're happy for him." JJ instructed me. 

"Okay." I said, pulling all three of them in for a group hug. After I was calmed down, Garcia walked me to my car before I drove home. The entire way home, I practiced what I was going to say to Spencer before I called him. As I pulled into my driveway, I dug out my phone from my purse and dialed his number.

"This is Spencer Reid. Leave me a message." his voice, so soothing. 

"Uh- hey, It's Abby. I know I stormed out tonight, and I'm sorry about that. I'm so happy for you." I started as I got out of my car, beginning to unlock my door. "You guys seem so happy together." As I continued talking, I noticed a broken glass lying on my kitchen floor, that certainly wasn't there before. "And thank you for always being my shoulder to cry on." Turning the corner to enter my kitchen, I felt something pressed on my right temple. Something I new all too familiar. A gun. "Uh- Spence. Ladybug. Ladybug now." Just then, my phone dropped from my hand, shattering on the floor.