Vellichor | S.R.

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"Huh?"

"Tonight, when they hopefully let me out of here, your place or mine?"

"Yours. You're the one that got shot."

"This?" you asked with a grin as you pointed to your left upper chest. "No biggie, just a regular old day as an FBI agent."

Spencer shook his head at your antics. "I hate you," he muttered, walking out of the room.

A few minutes later, everyone filtered into your room. Spencer returned to his seat next to your bed, holding your hand. "Hey pretty mama, how you feeling?" Morgan asked.

"Like I finally made the real FBI agent club. Being shot is a pre-req isn't it?" you joked, garnering laughs from everyone except Spencer who gripped your hand.

"Glad to see you're ok. The doctor informed me you'll be discharged today so we should be good to fly home tonight. Take it easy the next couple days, you had major surgery," Hotch explained, making you smile

"Thanks Hotch. I'm so sorry I worried everyone. But I'm fine and I appreciate everything," you said, making everyone roll their eyes.

"Y/N, stop it. Of course we worried, you're a member of our team, of our family," Emily said.

"Em, I, thank you."

"Ok we'll leave you to rest. The nurse should be by soon to get you ready to be discharged," Rossi said, opening the door. "Everyone out, that means you too Reid," he elaborated. Spencer looked angry at the comment, causing you to squeeze his hand.

"I'm just gonna nap a little more, go get some coffee and food. Please," you asked, Spencer nodding unenthusiastically.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, kissing your forehead. You saw JJ and Emily share a look as he left. Oh boy, this was going to be interesting.

-
Upon being discharged, Spencer insisted he would carry all of your things. He also helped you onto the jet, making sure you were comfortable. Everyone watched him as he walked around you as if he was on egg-shells. After he made sure everything was perfect, which you kept insisting it was, he placed a kiss on your forehead and sat next to you.

He drove you home, carrying you to your apartment even though the walk lasted less than a minute. He refused to let you climb the stairs. He helped you into the shower, making sure to keep water from touching your wound. Afterwards, he helped you change into pajamas, tucking you into bed.

"Spencer!" You whined as he began to leave the room.

"Hmm?"

"Where are you going?"

"To sleep on the couch."

You shook your head, throwing a pillow at him using your good side. "Don't you dare."

"But your wound?"

"Shut up and get into bed," you replied. Spencer stood in the doorway, looking at you as he thought through it.

"Ok. But, if there's any issues you tell me?" You nodded, lifting up the covers. Spencer climbed in, opening his arms, in which you took your place. And, for the first night in almost a week, you slept soundly without any thoughts on your mind. Spencer really did keep your demons away.

-
In the following days as you healed, Spencer took off from work. You knew this made everything obvious but Spencer didn't care.

"Spence, they'll figure it out."

"I don't care. Hotch said someone should stay back and check on you."

"So why not Garcia?"

"Ok, so maybe I told him I would be the one to check on you," he admitted sheepishly.

"Thank you my love. But I'll be fine. Tell Hotch that I don't need help."

"I'm not leaving," he muttered. You groaned, lacing your arms around his shoulders as you sat down on his lap. You kissed him softly, his hands gripping your waist.

"Alright, then you better keep me busy," you joked, reaching to unbutton his shirt. Spencer shook his head, returning your hands to your sides.

"Baby, no. You're still healing."

"Spencer!"

"No."

"Fine, sleep on the couch then," you grumbled, getting up and walking into your room. He sighed and followed you in, sliding into the bed and wrapping his arms around you. "Changed your mind?"

"Tomorrow ok?"

"I hate you," you muttered, closing your eyes.

"I hate you too."

-
When you finally returned to work, Spencer coddled you. He would carry your things, run to get you whatever files or coffee or food you wanted, always give you his cardigan even if you weren't cold. It was very sweet but it was driving you and everyone else insane. Especially when he would refuse to let you do your job.

"Spencer, I can go to the crime scene," you argued on the jet.

"No, you shouldn't be out in the field," he retorted, making you scoff.

"I'm an agent."

"Who just got shot!"

"Three weeks ago. I'm fine!"

"It's too soon!"

"I've been cleared!"

"By who?"

"A medical doctor, which you are not!"

The rest of the team watched the two of you bicker, looking at each other worriedly. "Reid, Y/N is capable of going to a crime scene. She's an adult and can do as she wants and as I direct," Hotch interjected, making Spencer seethe.

"Thank you Hotch," you said with a smile, crossing your arms. "Suck it Reid," you muttered, opening a book. This was apparently not what Spencer wanted to hear because he stood up and walked to the back of the jet, sulking in a corner alone.

You turned and looked at him in worry. "Hey, he'll be fine," JJ said from her seat across from you as she held your knee gently. "He's just being protective."

"Yeah he is, but it's getting on my nerves," you replied. "Who does he even think he is," you continued, your annoyance driving the conversation more than anything.

"Your boyfriend," Emily muttered, making you look at her with a startled reaction. "I, I was joking Y/N," she said quickly upon seeing your face.

"Didn't know Reid was so unappealing as a partner to you," JJ added. You internally groaned, knowing he could probably hear this and felt terrible because it was not how you felt in the slightest.

"No, it's just no fraternizing with team members. Besides, I'm-"

"Too busy for a guy," they said in unison, finishing your sentence. You laughed and pulled out your phone, texting Spencer quickly.

"I know you're just trying to keep me safe. Thank you for being my knight in shining armor. I love you endlessly."

Spencer felt his phone buzz and picked it up, seeing your text. He smiled and looked up, meeting your eyes. "I love you. I'm just trying to protect your heart, that bullet came too close to it," he replied, making your pulse quicken. It took everything in you not to walk over and give him a hug. It was crazy he still had the ability to do that to you. You blamed it on his way with words.