Spencer's POV
I want to stay asleep, but my eyes instinctively open when I hear a familiar voice. It was soft and calm, It echoed around me.
I look up to see someone I loved. Someone I miss more than anyone else in the world.
"Maeve?"
"Come with me Spencer."
I stand noticing I'm laying on tile. The cold burning against my hot skin. I struggle to balance on my feet and I take her hand.
"Where are we going?" I ask softly.
"You'll see."
We walk for what seems like two seconds and she opens a black door with a white frame. Behind it is a large library. Book shelves lining every wall. The sun is resting on the clouds, creating a beautiful light to shine through the room. It's perfect here, warm. Like nothing else matters except us right here, right now.
"Remember this?" She gently pulls out a book off of one of the tall brown shelves.
"How could I forget." I reply. A grin freely escaping my lips.
She walks over to me with "The Narrative Of John Smith" in her left hand and she cups my cheek with the other. I lean into her touch as I wrap my arms around her waist, gently pulling her closer to me.
"I miss you." I say. For the first time in my life I could say it without tears.
"I love you." I press my lips against hers, holding her in my embrace.
She pulls away gazing into my eyes.
"I love you." She smiles and I return one back. I haven't felt happiness in a long time, and this was more than perfect.
"It's not your time Spencer, you have to wake up."
"Wake up."
Her voice faded farther and farther away.
"Wake up."
"Wake up..."
•••
"He's waking up!"
My eyelashes flutter as I try to pull my eyelids open. A white light burns my eyes, and I quickly close them. I try to lift my arm to shield my eyes but a pain shoots from my stomach to my chest. I wince and return my arm to the bed.
"Spence?"
I recognize JJ's soft warm voice. I slowly turn my head to my left, and slightly open my eyes. She notices my shaky hands and gently holds them in hers. A tear falls down her cheek onto our linked fingers.
"JJ, I'm alright, you don't have to worry."
She sighs and looks into my eyes. She looks burdened, scared.
"What's wrong?" I ask, my voice shakes a bit.
"Nothing Spence, I'm just glad you're okay."
I knew that wasn't it but I just let it go. She'll tell me when she's ready.
I smile and lean my head back, further into the pillow. I notice the pain again in my torso and stupidly rush my hand back over to my stomach. I shudder at the agonizing feeling I caused by holding my wound.
"Reid? You ok?" Derek asked, a tint of worry in his voice.
I can't speak, all I feel is pain. I try not to worry them more by making noise but I can't help a groan from escaping my lips.
"Doctor!" Hotch yells racing out of the room.
He comes back with two nurses and a tall woman with a white coat, the doctor.
"I'm gonna have to ask everyone to exit the room please."
"What?! No!" They say, practically all at once.
"Fine. But at least step back, this isn't gonna be pretty." She says as one of the nurses increase my morphine drip, cutting off some of the pain but not enough.
"This is gonna hurt for a second, but I promise it will help." She says, reaching for me to move my hand from the wound. I began to breath ten times harder than before increasing the volume of the heart monitor.
"We're right here Spence." JJ assures me. I would have told them to leave, and that I was ok, but that would've been untrue.
The doctor peels off the bandage and I wince once more at the tugging of my irritated skin. I look up at the ceiling trying to tolerate the pain but it's useless.
She grabs a syringe filled with fluid and another bandage. I grab the edge of the bed as something to release some of the pain i'm feeling instead of using screaming as a release.
My eyes widen at the large needle and I pull the blankets seeking some kind of comfort. She taps the syringe and quickly inserts it into my aching gash.
My lip trembles and I squeeze my eyes shut until she finishes.
That felt a lot fucking longer than a second, but I indeed felt better shortly after.
I release the blankets from my tight grasp and sigh at the relief. The team quickly returns to my side and JJ grabs my hand again. Derek gets close enough for me to hear him at a whisper.
"I promise Cat is not going to get away with this, that bitch is going to hell." With that Derek leaves the room and Rossi follows after him.
Garcia comes up to me, dry tear marks lingering on her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you." She gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"It's not your fault Garcia." I give her a small smile. She returns one and pulls two Doctor Who figurines from her big flashy purse and sets them on my over-bed table. I quietly chuckle.
"Thanks Pen."
"You're welcome, boy wonder"
She gives me one last squeeze on the shoulder and leaves for the night. The rest of the team follows after saying their goodbyes, leaving JJ last.
"I love you JJ, but don't you need to go home to Henry and Will?"
"Yeah, but I just need to tell you something first."
Her voice is shaky and a concerned look lingers on her face.
"Oh, ok, what is it?" I ask, a nervous smile crossing my lips.
"I- I got a call while you were in the O.R. F-From your mother's hospital, a-an-,"
"What is it Jennifer?"
A lump forms in my throat and my heart falls from my chest.
She hesitates to answer, and I stare into her big blue eyes.
"Spencer, your mom was murdered."
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter was short but I really wanted to write something and this is what came to me. I hope you enjoyed it though!
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