STEPHANIE'S POV:
Two days. No sightings of the man in the tiger sweatshirt. Spencer still won't let me go anywhere alone, and he's been taking time off, making sure someone is with me at all times. We've been going back and forth between our apartments, switching every now and then for a change of scenery.
Currently, we're in Spencer's apartment, watching some sort of action movie. The volume is super loud, it's probably annoying the neighbors. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna use the restroom." I tell him. I stand up and head to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. When I finish, I walk back to the living room and see Spencer laying on the floor, gun on the ground next to him. I don't think, I just run over.
I kneel down next to him, fear coursing through my veins. He has a thin trickle of blood running down the side of his face. "Spencer, Spencer, wake up. Please wake up." I mumble. I see the faint rise and fall of his chest. He's alive, but he's unconscious. "Well, hello there." A deep voice says. I whirl around and see the man in the tiger sweatshirt standing right there, looming over us.
I scramble back, and I go to reach for the gun, but before I can get far, he hits me over the head with something heavy and the world goes black.
SPENCER'S POV:
It all happened so fast. I was sitting on the couch, then the door was flying open and the man in the tiger sweatshirt was running in. I grabbed my gun, but he punched me in the stomach. I lost my balance, and he took that opportunity to whack me with something. I fell to the ground. I tried to shout to Stephanie, warn her that he was here, but I couldn't get my words to work. Everything was blurry, fading. Then I'm out, the world turning to black.
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Next Door Neighbor
FanfictionSpencer Reid just a got a new neighbor, a young woman named Stephanie Healy. As they get to know each other, a relationship starts to bloom. But when someone starts threatening Stephanie, can Spencer find a way to protect her?
