Next Door Neighbor

CHAPTER 11: THE FIRST I LOVE YOU

STEPHANIE'S POV:

I'm about to finish editing another chapter when my phone starts to ring. I look to see who it is. It's Garcia calling. I pick up, putting the phone to my ear. "Hey, Pen. What's up?" I say. "Stephanie, something happened." she tells me. I furrow my eyebrows, worry bubbling up in my chest. "What? Is Spencer okay? Please tell me he's okay." I rush out, my heart racing. "He's fine, he's okay. He got shot, but he's okay. We're on the jet now, heading home. He's asleep now, but I just wanted to let you know."

"What happened? Where did he get shot?" I almost yell. "The unsub got spooked and shot at him. It hit his arm, but luckily it deflected off his vest, so it didn't injure him too badly. He just needed a few stitches." she explains. I breathe a sigh of relief. He's okay. He's coming home. "How long until you guys land?" I ask. "Another hour or so. Morgan's driving him home. We'll see you soon, Steph." Garcia finishes. I hang up and sit on the couch, counting down the minutes until he gets home.

When I finally hear a knock on the door, I swing it open. Morgan stands there next to Spencer, who has his arm wrapped in a white bandage. "Spence! I'm so glad you're okay!" I say, hugging him. He wraps his arms around me. I let go and pull away, inspecting his arm. "You are never leaving this apartment again." I mutter, giving him a quick kiss. "I'll leave you two love birds alone, I'll see you soon, Reid." Morgan says, leaving.

I pull Spencer inside and we sit on the couch. "When I got that call from Penelope, I was so scared! I thought I had lost you!" I tell him. He grabs my hand. "No matter how hard you try, you won't get rid of me." He jokes. I smile a little. I look at the clock again and notice that it's already dinner time. "What do you want for dinner? You get to choose, considering you're the one who just got shot." I chuckle.

He decides on indian, so we order in from a little restaurant a few blocks away. As we eat, he tells me about the case. He was seriously lucky. The bullet just grazed his arm, giving him a deep cut. After dinner, we cleaned up and sat on the couch to watch a movie. As I sit there with him, I realize something. I met this man a few months ago, and since I met him, I've been the happiest I've ever been. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I think I'm in love with him. Like really in love. "Spencer, can I tell you something?" I ask. He turns to me and nods.

"Spencer, I was so scared you died today. I could have lost you, lost the chance to tell you." I take a deep breath. "I love you. I love you so much." I finish. Spencer smiles at me. "I love you too. I loved you from the moment I met you four months ago." he tells me. I kiss him, emotions shared without words.

We sit on the couch together for a while longer, curled close together. When the movie finishes, I look down and see Spencer fast asleep, head in my lap, his long legs bent at an awkward angle so he can fit on the couch. I sneak out from underneath him and he stretches out, laying as flat as he can.

I grab a blanket from my closet and lay it over him. "Goodnight, Spence." I whisper, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. Then I head to my room and change. I brush my teeth and climb into bed. I close my eyes and feel myself drift off into sleep.

A/N: I know this all seems a little rushed. It's not very well written, but I had fun doing this. It was actually supposed to practice for writing whump and I got carried away...