⚠︎︎TRIGGER WARNING⚠︎︎ ⚠︎︎Mention of self-harm scars⚠︎︎ ☁︎︎
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☁︎︎ July 2010
It had been 5 months since Olivia's death, and you were finally beginning to heal. At first, the idea of ever living without her was not even something you wanted to consider.
Then your mindset changed to you realizing you could live without her, but you didn't want to, and that mindset was followed by a lot of guilt.
Don't get me wrong, there wasn't a day that went by when you didn't miss her, and you'd often cry about it, but you were continuing on.
In mid-June, you returned to work, mainly for paperwork, and to assist on cases but not fieldwork.
And recently Hotch cleared you for fieldwork.
However, this day, in particular, was important for another reason, it marked you 6 weeks clean from all forms of self-harm.
You were now battling your urges in a healthier way, you'd work out daily to release any negative emotions or stress. And when you couldn't work out but the urges were strong, you'd place ice on the areas you wanted to hurt.
With Spencer's help, you were dealing much better than you had ever dealt with anything ever before in your entire life.
Penelope even developed an app that counted your days of being clean, and every day (through the app) she would send you a new message telling you how proud she was of you.
In short, you had never been surrounded by such a supportive group of people in your entire life.
"So" Spencer sighed taking a seat next to you on the jet, as you and the team flew home from working a case in Alabama.
"So" you repeated putting your book down and turning to Spencer giving him your full attention.
"You can hit me if this makes you uncomfortable or whatever... But... I was... I-I was wondering... If you would like to get dinner... with me... tomorrow night?" He asked anxiously.
"As in a date?" you questioned curiously, feeling the excitable butterflies in your stomach flutter around hysterically.
"Y-Yeah, like a date... with me?" Spencer replied awkwardly.
"I would love to" you smiled.
"Wait really?" Spencer frowned in confusion.
"Spencer was I hallucinating when it happened, did I not confess my undivided love for you, after you confessed it to me?" You questioned folding your arms and keeping your voice down so that the rest of the team couldn't hear.
"N-No, I know, but I just thought you said that to make me feel better for admitting what I feel about you" Spencer explained still wrapping his head around the fact you agreed on going on a date with him.
