Y/N has always known Emily, growing up together and bonding over shared trauma. Even going as far as going undercover for Interpol. After the 9 grueling years, she had given up on love, it would always lead to heartbreak even if it's a good guy. Tha...
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"At first I thought that I was dreaming, but then I heard the voice of a girl and it sounded like she'd been crying, now I'm too worried to be sleeping"
Spencer leaned back in his seat across from Derek, thinking about the strange noises he had been hearing over the past month. Whenever he actually stayed in his apartment, it was a miracle if he fell asleep. "Hey, pretty boy what's going on in that head of yours". Derek's voice pulling him out of his thoughts.
"I've just been hearing things from the apartment above mine" Derek chuckled "So, you probably live under some horny college kids" Spencer shook his head "No, it's a girl crying and glass shattering, I hear a man yelling and berating her."
Spencer's words had shocked Derek, "Kid, why didn't you mention that before" Spencer sighed softly "Because I blame myself for not paying attention to it sooner, I remember hearing it after I lost Maeve." The agent ran his fingers through his hair, before looking out the window at the DC skyline beneath them.
"Kid, go check up on it if you hear it again" Spencer nodded at the request, hoping he could help the girl. He initially blocked the noise out but soon he couldn't sleep because of how worried he was. It didn't help that he was in another state almost every week, he barely was at his apartment.
As the plane landed, Spencer checked his watch for the time, 10:37, maybe he would be able to catch her before she went to bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he got off the plane, he waved goodbye to his coworkers as he headed to the metro station.
His mind raced with thoughts of the 'what ifs', the whole way home he was hoping to hear the soft cries, just to go and check up on her. He walked up to his apartment building, making his way up to the seventh floor.
After he set his bags down in his apartment, picking out a book to read, he heard the sound of glass shatter and soft cries from the apartment above his. Making his way up to the infamous apartment that had been in his mind for so long.
Apartment 8b.
He knocked lightly on the door, his hands finding their way into his pockets. After about a minute, a girl opened the door slightly. Only half her face showing, her eyes were bloodshot and puffy.
"I'm sorry to bother you but I've been hearing someone crying almost every night, I just wanted to make sure they were alright" His voice soft and compassionate.
She gave a small smile to him "Sorry, I'm a little emotional, thanks for checking up on me sir. I really should head back inside now"
He reached for one of his business cards, handing it to her "I'm in 7b if you ever need a friend or someone to talk to"
She gave him a small nod before shutting the door. Leaving him staring at the wooden door not even catching her name. He was about to head downstairs before he heard a man yelling.
"What you think maybe he'll love you or care for you. Darling no one ever will, he just didn't want to hear you crying at night anymore."
The words broke him. All he wanted to do was tell her that none of it was true. That he does care for her even if he doesn't know her yet.
He sighed as he pulled out his phone calling the one person who could help him. "Hey Garcia, I have a question for you" He started to head back to his apartment.
"Ask away oh tall and smart one" A small smile tugged at his lips as he entered his apartment.
"Can you see who lives in the apartment above me? I have a bad feeling. It's Apartment 8b"
"I'll get you a full history on the residents by tomorrow"
"Thanks Garcia"
Spencer couldn't sleep after he hung up with Garcia, scared for the girl in Apartment 8b. He needed to calm his nerves, grabbing his favorite book to get his mind off of it.
Sleep didn't mean a thing to him, not until he could have solid evidence proving what was happening. He knew that she was being abused, her body language was tense and scared. Almost like she was being forced to say those things.
.......
Spencer let out a small sigh as he stared at the folder on his desk, almost frightened to learn what was really going on in that apartment. He grimaced as he looked over her hospital records.
Y/N Y/L/N - Age 29
Broken arm on 7/17
Broken rib and clavicle on 8/3
Multiple lacerations on 9/1
Concussion on 9/16
Internal bleeding on 10/7
Spencer only grew infuriated as he looked over the boyfriend's record.
