broken love |s.reid|

chapter nine

Spencer's POV

As Seaver and I got back to the house, I knew she was in a mood. Not necessarily a bad mood, but one where she wouldn't leave me alone. 

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked. "Do you want to go get something, or cook?" 

"I want you for dinner." she replied, pulling me in by the belt loops of my jeans. Ugh, here we go again. I grabbed the back of her neck, squeezing her tightly, before kissing her. After nearly seven months of dating now, we finally kissed. 

After we made out for literally five minutes, but felt like forever, I threw her onto the couch, where she then crawled atop me. I noticed my phone on the table, it lit up notifying me there was a message. Odd, I didn't even hear it ring. I thought it could be Hotch so I freed my hand from Ashley's grip and reached for my cell. 

"No way. Come on babe, just you and me time." she protested. 

"It could be important." I looked down at my phone, seeing it was from Abby, four minutes ago. She never called me. My heart began to speed up. I began to listen to her voicemail, she was so sweet. But then I heard it, the fear in her voice. And she said it, our code word, the one that meant one of us was in danger. I dropped my phone out of my hand, leaving it to fall onto the couch. My eyes began to water as I panicked. 

"What's wrong babe?" Seaver asked, trying to calm me down. 

"It's- It's Ab- Abby. She's in danger." I paced around the living room. I walked back over to the couch, grabbing my phone. I dialed Garcia's number. 

"Garcia. I need everyone to the office ASAP." I started up the stairs. 

"What's wrong? We just finished a case. And it's a Friday night." she questioned. 

"It's Abby, she's in danger." I replied, the line went silent. 

"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Seaver yelled from downstairs. I was so focused on Abby, throwing everything in my bag, grabbing my gun.

"Come on we have to go into the office." I yelled back, throwing Seaver her badge and a sweater. We both headed to the garage, as I drove to the office as fast as I could. 

"Spencer, why are we going in? We just got back from a case hours ago." 

"It's Abby, she's in danger." I began to cry.

"Just like that. You drop everything for her. Who cares if she's in danger? We were spending time together."

"What is your deal with Abby? Why do you hate her so much? She's my best friend." I started to yell. I was scared, I was angry, I was growing worried. A ball of emotions. 

"Fine then." she turned her cheek, looking out the window. After stopping at what seemed to be every red light, we finally made it to the office. 

"I came as soon as Garcia called." Morgan followed Seaver and I in. 

"What's going on?" JJ asked, walking behind us. 

"It's Abby." I answered, trying to keep my composure. We all walked into the confrenece room together, where Hotch, Garcia, and Emily awaited us. 

"Did you try tracking her phone?" I asked Garcia, trying not to yell. 

"It's still at her house." she replied. I slammed the table, knowing that was our best lead. I pulled out my phone to play the voicemail, holding back tears. 

"That was 25 minutes ago. Ladybug is our code word. She's in major danger." Tears rolled down my face. Seaver reached for my hand, but I didn't even feel like being around her right now.