Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 6

You decide to shower and head back to the lobby of the hotel for some food. It really sucks being in a hotel where you pretty much have no freedom or even Netflix. Pretty soon you'll run out of money and be shit out of luck.

Even though you've pretty much been alone your whole life, you hate being trapped alone in a hotel room all day and night. It was actually somewhat... comforting to have Reid there with you last night. But that's stupid, because you know relying on people isn't a way to get through life. You're your own best companion. If the Daminos taught you anything, besides how to kill people, it was that you only need yourself at the end of the day.

After eating an orange and sausage and drinking some coffee, you head outside to take a walk. It's a fairly busy street, restaurants, businesses, and obviously this hotel rest on either side of the road. The fairly chilly air of Virginia tickles your skin, and you wish you'd taken a jacket.

People pass you in cars or on foot, all seemingly having some place to be. You don't have somewhere to be. You don't know this street, this city, this state. It's so weird being away from home... well actually you've been away from home for 8 years. But you know you're tough, you can adapt. And soon you'll be back in Florida where you belong.

You continue your walk, scanning your eyes over every little detail that passes by. This city isn't horrible. Maybe you could change your life, meet someone stay somewhere near here and leave your entire old life behind. But you know how unrealistic it is as you think it, you'd end up dead if you didn't help the Daminos, and you couldn't escape what you'd done. Your past would always chase you, especially since it wasn't all that in the past.

In another life, you'd let yourself be free. You'd find a job and be happy in a small apartment with cozy nooks for reading, and maybe even have a dog. But alternate realities don't exist for you. Which is stupid.

You find yourself heading back to the hotel, longing fo be under the covers. Longing to get away from the loneliness of your mind as you walk through the cold.

When you get back up to your room, you kick off your boots and crawl into the bed. Piles of worries stack up in your mind. You're actually alone. You had your brother and your shitty fake family for years, but now you're actually alone and there might not be a way to escape that. This thought invades your mind as you drift off to a restless sleep.

"Hello?" you answer, voice groggy from napping.

"Hi, Y/n. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay."

"I'm alright, Spencer. Thanks."

"You don't sound alright. Are you sure?"

"Just feeling weird."

"Do you want some company?"

"I don't want to invade..."

"I'll pick you up. How about we hang out at my place? It could be more comforting than a hotel room."

"Okay," that actually does sound pretty nice.

"I'm on my way."

He arrives at your hotel about half an hour later. You slip back into your boots and grab a sweater before meeting him in the lobby.

The drive to his house is pretty quiet, soft music plays from the radio, barely being able to be heard.

"How did you sleep?"

"Pretty well. Thanks again for staying with me."

"Don't mention it, you seemed like you needed someone there for you."

You don't say anything, just look down at your hands.

"We're almost there."

He lets you into his house before entering himself. Spencer asks you to take a seat on his couch, and you do admiring how cozy his living room is. Books upon books are stacked on shelves, a tv that is probably barely used rests on a stand in the middle of the shelves. Spencer's grayish brown couch is soft and pretty comfortable. We walls are a comforting cream color.

"Do you need anything to eat?"

"No I'm okay."

"I have ice cream," he smiles.

"Okay," you can't help but smile back.

"Two scoops?"

"Two scoops."

Spencer comes back a moment later with two bowls of ice cream. He sits down a foot away beside you and hands you the bowl.

"Ooh mint chip."

"It's my favorite."

"Mine too."

"Really?"

"Yeah my mom loved it."

He gives you a soft smile before taking a bite.

"You're really nice, you know."

"Well thanks, I try," he blushes.

"No seriously. I've never met anybody who would go out of their way to comfort a random girl."

"Well you've met the wrong people then. You're not a random girl anyway, Y/n. You're someone who was treated badly and needed help."

"I hate needing help," you admit.

"I think that's just a human thing."

"Yeah I guess."

"Do you want to watch something?"

"Sure, an old movie would be nice."

Spencer smiles before agreeing and turning on the tv. You choose Cape Fear. You're pretty silent throughout the movie, only occasionally responding to Spencer's random facts.

Before the movie is over, your eyelids feel droopy and it's hard to keep them open. The sun has set a few hours ago, and the moon creeps in from a window in the kitchen. You turn your face to the side, resting it on the back of the couch. Your eyelids finally close as you face Spencer.

It really feels good not to be alone. Even for just tonight. Because you know tomorrow you'll go back to working on freeing your "family" and hating everything Spencer Reid stands for. But tonight, you're comfortable on this couch and in the company of a nice person.

989 words. hope you enjoy! i'm trying to build this story up, so it can be interesting. love y'all:)