Don't test me

Chapter Twenty One

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I woke up and I was in the bed alone, and it was cold. I hesitantly got up and wrapped the blanket around me so it was draping over my shoulders. After I looked back at the bed one more time to double-check I decided to go look for Reid. When I left the bedroom I saw him passed out laying on the couch, sprawled out on his back. I laughed to myself and then went into the kitchen to grab a cup of water.

As I opened the cabinet and reached for a glass cup, but as I gripped it the blanket started falling off of my shoulder, so I went to grab it. In doing so I ended up letting go of the cup, allowing it to plummet to the floor and be shattered into pieces, spreading across the kitchen. "Shit," I said, bending down to pick up the pieces, when I went to grab one I sliced my hand and blood started coming out.

"Woah!" I heard Spencer almost shout, he then ran over to my side and grabbed my hand, forcing me to put it under the sink to clean off the blood. "Are you okay?" He asked as he grabbed out a medical kit full of bandages from a drawer,

"Yeah, I am okay." I flinched when the bandage touched my skin, the cut wasn't very bad, but it still hurt. "Thanks."

Spencer placed my hand on the counter and then walked over to a small storage closet where he pulled out a broom and started sweeping the glass up. "I am sorry about last night." He continued looking down at the floor for more pieces of glass, but I think it's just an excuse not to look at me,

"It's fine." I wrapped the blanket around me tighter and walked past him to sit on the couch, pulling my legs in a criss-cross position and taking up as little space as I could.

After Spencer was done sweeping up my mess I heard him make a large huff noise, and then I watched from the corner of my eye as he sat down next to me. "It's not fine. I shouldn't have done that."

I sighed and looked down at the carpet, "I'm the one who started it."

I felt him shift on the couch to sit facing me, and I heard him trying to find his words, "Y/n you may have ignited it but we were fighting. I really should have been the bigger person and not-" 

I cut him off, breaking down. Us being together in one small apartment wasn't good for us. This may have been one of our first fights, but in the end, it will only get worse. We're not ready to live together, I need to go home, "Spencer I want to go home." I said. My voice was wobbly, but I tried using what energy I had left to speak.

I watched Spencer's body deflate into sorrow, "Oh." he whispered,

"With you. Of course." I quickly replied, making sure he knew I wasn't trying to abandon him.

"Alright. I can do that. Are you sure?" Spencer got closer to me and put his arms around me. I moved into him and laid my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

I nodded and I felt his arms tighten around my torso, "Just don't leave me." I whispered.

"I would never." 

"I'm going to go grab my stuff." I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back around me, and got off the couch.

"You don't have to bring everything. I am sure you're going to need clothes when you come over to my house." I heard him say as I walked into his room.

"Alright." I responded, and then looked around the room for my things. 

After searching for a few minutes I had packed a fairly decent-sized bag and gathered all of my FBI stuff. I looked around the room and huffed. "Ready?" I heard Reid walk up behind me, and I felt his arms wrap around me.