i hate you , i love you

18.

aaron insisted that you and garcia went to the doctor to make sure you were 100% okay to come into work, so you did. the doctor said that you didn't have to wear the boot anymore , just a small wrap to insure your ankle was okay.

as for garcia , she was fine. you however , were a train wreck. you had constant puffy eyes from all
the crying and you were always getting flashes of sympathy from everyone , which you didn't want. hell even strauss called with condolences.

derek and reid caught a flight here to save time , and anderson would have the car ready for them to come get you and garcia , giving y'all plenty of time to pack.

"so red heels or black heels?" garcia asks , showing you the two options. you didn't know why she was bringing heels anyway but ; she's garcia after all."black , and pack something for the funeral."

"you're gonna have the funeral in florida?" garcia asks, packing the black shoes into her bag. you shrug "well that's where i was raised , that's where my entire family is so i guess. oh god garcia i have to plan the funeral-" she cuts you off. "don't even stress about it sugar plum the team can take care of it , you just work on what to say okay?" she says reassuringly. "okay" you say , feeling a lot better. "now , let's get packing shall we?" you nod and continue to pack
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"honey , the boys are here."garcia says shaking you awake. you groan and she pulls you up. "you have a little drool on the side of your face , right there" she says wiping your cheek which makes you giggle , you loved how she acted like the older sister you never had.

you grab your bags and get into the car , you have no clue what time it is but it's dark outside so you figure it's about 10 ish. you and garcia already talked about you and spencer sitting in the back and her and derek sitting in the front, so you open the back door and see spencer sitting in your seat.

the entire team knew , you only liked sitting behind the driver. the other side made you queasy. "spencer , scoot over." you say with an annoyed tone.
he rolls his eyes at you but scoots over.

"so princess how's it going ?" derek asks , taking the car out of park and driving out the driveway. "its going." you say , knowing you can be honest with the three people sitting in the car with you. "well we have 12 hours and i can speak for everyone when i say we wanna hear about your past."

"well i was born in florida to a single mother , we lived happily for three years until she met my stepdad and got her pregnant with my sister." you say , already feeling the tears prick your eyes. spencer grabs your hand and squeezes it reassuringly. "he beat my mom while she was pregnant , and when i was about 4 he started beating me too. he would bring his friends over to the house and let them take turns raping me." you say wiping the tear that fell from your eye.

"my mom had my brothers , one when i was 7 and the other when i was 9. she was never there , ever. she worked to support us and my alcoholic stepdad, leaving me to raise my siblings. i never really had a childhood, i could never go ride bikes with my neighbors or go play dress up because i had to be mommy." you say.

"i grew up quickly, teaching myself how to cook and clean, my stepdad and his friends still raping and abusing me all through middle and high school. i only took it so he wouldn't hit ashley. and then one day he punched me in the face before school , he used to force me to cover them up but i decided that enough was enough. i went to school and they bought the social workers in and arrested my stepdad."

"me and my family lived a short happy life , before my mom died. i was 21 so i became the guardian of my little brothers and sister. so i raised them the best i could and got them out of high school and into college , while simultaneously getting my degree in criminology and joining the fbi. that's it, that's my story. not a fairytale, but it made me who i am today and i know i'm the strongest i've ever been." you say , wiping the tears that managed to escape off of your face.

you look up and see that garcia is full blown crying , derek and reid sharing looks of sorrow. reid never let go of your hand while you were talking, and that comforted you for some reason. "okay now , what are we doing for 12 hours?" you say trying to lighten the mood.

"well we can listen to music and play games?" garcia suggests. you nod and yawn. "actually, you all play without me , i need a little nap." you say. you rest your head in spencer's lap and he plays with your hair as you drift off into sleep.
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you wake up and it's still dark out, you didn't sleep long. "okay spencer , what's up with you and pretty girl?" derek says gesturing to you. you assumed you weren't supposed to hear this so you closed your eyes again and faked being asleep. "i don't know , i like her but i don't know to what capacity." reid says

"well a little birdy told me that she likes you too." derek says , gesturing to garcia who's sleeping. he laughs and you can tell he has a huge smile on his face. "i really like her derek, but you know i'm not the best with girls." spencer says

"well pretty boy if you like her and she likes you , make something happen. i'll play wingman as long as i need too." he says and spencer laughs again. you wait for a few seconds before pretending to wake up. you yawn and stretch "what did i miss?" you ask and spencer and derek smile "nothing , nothing at all." derek says grinning.

"ugh whatever , what time is it?" you ask , trying to find your phone. "it's like 1 am princess." derek says. "how long has she been out?" you ask gesturing to garcia. spencer laughs "she fell asleep at 10:50" he says laughing. "so basically right after you." you laugh and your stomach rumbles. "god i'm hungry , can we get something to eat?" you ask derek.

"yea sure, garcia should be up when we get there , what do you want?" derek asks. you think for a second before shouting out " a bucket of chicken" spencer and derek erupt in laugher. "didn't take you as a bucket of chicken girl" spencer says chuckling. you slap his shoulder. "shut up!" you say giggling.
"make me" he whispers , almost quiet enough to for you to not hear, but you heard it. you heard it loud and clear.

and now you know about your past 🙈 anyways thank you all for reading!! this chapter was low key short but i didn't wanna jump from topic to topic! love you all, xoxo!