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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"Need to stop getting drunk as a reason to call ya"
You looked over at Emily, debating on the advice she kept repeating in her drunken state. "Em, I don't think I should" you reasoned, granted you would have more confidence to confront the issue at hand but, this shouldn't be how you make your decision.
Emily grabbed your phone from you, dialing Spencer's number before shoving it back in your hand "Do it, come on you need to commit" she slurred her words. "Y/N," His voice rang through the phone, "Can we talk about last night please?" You asked softly, praying that your voice was steady enough to just blame it on emotions instead of liquor. "Come over" He declared, the dial tone filling the room. "Go, talk it over with him" She urged, pushing you closer to the door. "I'm drunk, Em" "You're tipsy now go"
You tried to figure out exactly what to say as you ran down the stairs. How the fuck are you going to say this? 'Oh hi, I think I'm in love with you, but it could just be because you show me basic kindness.' You thought, cursing Emily for making you confront your feelings.
You knocked on the wooden door, looking down at the floor as you waited. He opened the door, letting you in "What did you tell Emily? I thought we were keeping this a secret" he began, closing the door as you walked in.
"Spencer, look at me. It's not my fault you decided to give me hickeys. Emily noticed, what else did you want me to say? I never agreed to keep this a secret, I agreed to take things slow." You sighed, great this is gonna end with a fight. "You're drunk" He pointed out, "If you were only talking about what happened, why are you drunk?"
"Fucking profilers" you mumbled under your breath before answering his question "Because that's who I am. When your best friend is a profiler, and she wants to know every little detail it becomes too much sometimes. It wasn't because of what happened, it was because she was going to tie every single thing to my past. Point out 'Oh that's because of your commitment issues' or 'He's one of the good guys, he won't hurt you like everyone else did'. That's who I am, the girl who overthinks every little thing, who worries if someone will hurt me. The one who's afraid to commit to something because the last time I did, I ended up broken. So yeah I needed a couple of shots before I talked about it, I wanted to feel numb before she pried into my life." You admitted, not even noticing the tears rolling down your cheeks.
"Come here" Spencer whispered, opening his arms for you. You wiped at your eyes, shuffling over to him. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head "I thought we agreed on mentioning trauma on the second date" he muttered, you smacked his chest "Shush, I didn't tell you everything. Now am I going to be the only vulnerable one"
"Oh, I don't think you're ready for all of my trauma." You smiled up at him, "I never said all of it, come on, one thing that's stuck with you. One thing that I can help you through" He held you close, thinking about the events that have affected him over the years.
"There isn't one that you can change but, there is one that you can promise not to do." His voice was barely above a whisper, pulling away from you for a second. "Come on, if I'm telling you this then we're cuddling" Before you could agree, he picked you up carrying you to his bedroom.
Your laugh filled the room as you landed on the bed. You nestled into his side, waiting for some insight into his past. "Did Emily ever tell you about Doyle?" You nodded at his question, "I know brief details, but I don't know the in and outs of how he died." You answered, propping yourself up on your elbow as he started to explain what happened.
"Well, when Doyle escaped prison, he started to kill the people who took him down and went after their families. Emily never had a family besides the BAU. So she ran, well she ended up having to fake her death. No one knew until we had Doyle in custody." He recited the memories from around 4 years ago.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that Spence" You pulled him close, holding him in your arms. "Just promise me, that if you ever have to fake your death, even if it isn't your choice. Can you call me or tell me that you're alive, use a payphone, a burner, anything, just please tell me" He pleaded, looking up at you.
"I promise, it'll be within the week" You assured him, "Now come on, you're little spoon" He tilted his head at your remark, "Spence, please. You can be big spoon next time" he sighed before turning his back to you, letting you spoon him. "So you're saying there's gonna be a next time" You smiled softly holding him close "Yes now get some sleep"
A/N - Thank you so much for 1.2k reads, chapter 16 is going to have 3 major topics, hopefully, I can finish it by new years eve or sooner.
