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8

As promised, that night after work, Garcia meets you at some restaurant where, once seated, she makes you tell her 'Everything.'

"So do you think he likes you?" Garcia asks once you finish filling her in on every little detail, her eyes full of hope for you.
"Of course not. And I don't want to get my hopes up." You instruct, taking another bite of your meal.
"I understand but- "

"No." You harshly cut her off. "You don't understand. I get you're trying to help but you're not okay?" You question sharply , your own words sounding cold and bitter to even you. But it was too late to stop now. "You don't understand how I feel, okay? So just stop acting like you know me."

You weren't sure were that all came from. Perhaps holding in all the emotions from your past can cause outbursts. Either way, when you see the pained expression on Garcia's face, you remember now why it's easier to be alone.

"You won't have to worry about it anymore." Garcia says, her voice barley audible as she avoids your gaze. "I think I should go." You mumbled, reaching into your purse to place some cash on the table before walking out of the restaurant, guilt and regret crashing over you.

It had been a long day and honestly, all you wanted was to slump down on the couch with a good book and the drift into a peaceful sleep, hopefully forgetting everything that happened.

The car ride to your home felt like an eternity but eventually you pulled into your driveway.
You popped the keys out and walked to your door, unlocking it, and revealing your quiet and dark house.
Quiet and alone.

You lived here by yourself, which sometimes sucked but also meant you didn't have to worry about looking out for another person or their messy habits. But it was lonely. The paranoia that came with being a detective didn't exactly make it feel more home-y.

Flipping on the lights in the living room, which suddenly felt a lot less cozy, you settled in on the couch, grabbing your book off of the stand where you had last left it.

After some time had passed, you checked your page number. Though you were considered a fast reader, you still had a good hundred pages to go. It made you wonder how Spencer read so many books in just one day. Well the answer was simple; he is a genius. Spencer...

Abruptly, you closed you book, placing it back on the table, shutting off your thoughts with it. You needed to stop thinking about him. Except the task was proving to be more difficult then the idea. He was everywhere you went. In everything you did.

You needed sleep, a good chance to clear your head. But the night seemed to have different plans for you.

Those emotions Spencer was talking about the other night, the ones restricted by adrenaline, they were most certainly catching up to you now.

Images from blocked out memories flashed before your eyes in the state of a nightmare; blood soaking hardwood flooring, the sound of a gunshot repeating over and over again, ringing sharply in your ears.
This woke you up in a cold sweat and panic. Too terrified to go to sleep, you laid there in the dark, longing for it to be morning.

When dawn eventually did break, you had already been up for hours. No sleep for you.
This cycle repeated for the next few days:
It would be a pretty normal day at the office, minus the fact that Garcia now, as promised, avoided you. Her absence came with more sadness than you imagined
Then you would come home, read and attempt to sleep but the same vicious nightmares that were your reality pulled you to consciousness.

-

It was now your third night of no sleep? It was hard to keep track.
Already in an anxious mood, you trudged through your morning routine, making yourself a cup of pure black coffee before heading to the office.

As soon as you entered the office , JJ took you by the arm. "We've got a case." She explained, leading you to the briefing room.

You sat down on one of the leathery chairs, the action instinctively tempting your eyes to shut, the tiredness catching up to you. As Hotch went through the file of the new case, you felt Spencer's, who was seated across from you, worried gaze fixated on you. He knew something was up. After all, he had been through the same thing. 

You tried your best to pay attention to the critical information but you couldn't keep from zoning out, you heavy eyes threatening to flutter shut at every moment.
The minutes tick by like hours, your tiredness consuming you but you straightened your back and tried not to let it show. Which, was probably going better in your head.

After what seemed like centuries, Hotch concluded the briefing and you were all released to get your bags and head to the jet. You noticed Spencer talked in hushed tones with Hotch but thought nothing of it as you made way to grab your stuff.

"L/N." Hotch's voice suddenly boomed.

"Yes?" You turned, sheepishly making your way back into the briefing room.
"I'm thinking you should sit this one out." Hotch said, eyeing you carefully.
"What? Sir I'm fully capable of working on this case. I understand that things didn't go as planned on the last case but that doesn't mean I didn't do the right thing-"

"L/N, that's not why." Hotch interjected, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I just think you should get some rest. Or try to. This team needs you in your best mind set. And don't worry, there will be plenty of cases for you to work on once you're well."
Looking into his eyes, you couldn't find any sign that he had any other motive than concern for your well being. The observation was comforting enough for you to back down.

"Yes sir." You nodded, lowering your head as you silently walked out.
Suddenly you felt the warm pressure of a hand around your wrist. You looked back to see Spencer, his brow furrowed in worry. "Can I talk to you?" He asked quietly.

You nodded and Spencer led you to his desk. By now the other teammates had all filed out, except for JJ, She caught your eye from across the office, looked from Spencer back to you, cocked an eyebrow, and then grabbed her stuff and headed out as well.

"Is it the nightmares?" Spencer abruptly asked.
"The nightmares-"
"Do they keep you up at night?" He questioned anxiously.
"...Yeah. Do you get them too?" You admitted.
"Sometimes." The Doctor muttered, liking his lips. "But I talked to Rossi about them and it helped a bit."
"What'd he say?" You asked.

Just then JJ poked her head back through the office doors. "Spencer, wheels up in five." And then she was gone again.

"Listen I need to go but just know that you didn't do anything wrong. You did the right thing. And if you need anything..." Spencer said, pulling a piece  of paper out of his back pocket and pressing it into your hand, giving your fingers a comforting squeeze. Before you could say anything, Spencer was out the door and headed to the jet.

Looking at the paper you came to the realization that Spencer Reid gave you his number.

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