Unsub (Spencer ReidxReader)

9

You stated blatantly ahead of you as you sat on the couch in your living room. You held your phone in one hand and the folded piece of paper in your other. Gripping it tightly, you half expected the little sheet to disappear. It all seemed too impractical.
Finally moving, you gazed at the clock on the wall. 2:02 am, it read. You very highly doubted that he would even be up at this time. Usually you wouldn't be up either, but as pathetic as it was, the continues nightmares made you fear closing your eyes.

It would simply be rude to message him now. That's the conclusion you had reached after hours of pondering. Gingerly placing the paper on the side table, you made your way to your bedroom. Hesitantly, you climbed into your bed, covering yourself with layers of sheets in the process. You were in a cocoon of your own, only slithering your slender hand out to flick off the lamp on you bedside table. Forcefully, you closed your eyes, feeling a bit more comfortable with an emergency resource. Eventually you drifted off.

It wasn't long before you sat up in your bed. Your sheets littered the floor now, beads of sweat ran smoothly down your forehead. It took you a moment to remember how to breathe correctly, your overwhelming anxiety confiding you. Tonight's horrid dreams had been worse then your previous ones. Instead of past events flashing in your mind, false memories of friends and family turning against you, had been mixed in, making you question what was real and what wasn't.

With your back pressed up against the bed rest, it took you a good sum of time to regain your surroundings. When you did, you hurriedly turned on the lamp. Expectedly, you were alone in your room. Yet, unexpectedly, you had the burning sensation to come in contact with someone. The feeling was new to you. Strange, even. And it made your veins burn in a new fashion.
Suddenly, your stomach churned but you managed to stumble into the bathroom before you emptied what was left of your diet.

Loneliness now seemed to cluster you, to the point that you actually thought you may choke, your only sense of reality being the cold porcelain pressed against you.
Abruptly, you stood up, only now remembering the only thing that made you feel safe. Grabbing your phone, you walked back out to the living room, turning  on all the lights on the way.
Pretending like you didn't have it memorized, you picked up Spencer's number, typing the digits into your phone as quickly as you could.
Now came the hard part; actually typing a message.
Your mind scrambled as your fingers moved quickly over the keyboard.

Hey, it's Y/N, I'm sorry for being a bother but, can you talk?

Already having hit send, you instantly regretted it. Now you would come off as petty and desperate, and that's exactly what you didn't need.
Checking the time again, you realized that it was 3 am. He probably wouldn't even text back, you concluded, yet you were contradicted when your phone pinged only minutes later.

Spencer:
Y/N, is everything okay? Do you need help?

You couldn't help but feel warm inside at his pure worry for you. Yet, you felt guilty for alarming and possibly waking him.

I'm fine, sorry.

You sent back, perhaps too quickly. His response came moments later.

Spencer:
You don't need to apologize. Couldn't sleep?

You could tell he knew your nightmares had been acting up again, even without asking directly.

Y/N:
Nope.

Spencer:
Me neither. Want to talk about it?

The reassurance that you weren't alone in this made you feel instantly better, still you'd prefer to not experience the horrors again.

Y/N:
Not really. Just wanted to see if you gave me a prank number or not.

You jokingly replied.

Spencer:
I'm a bit offended.

He typed back and before you could respond, another message shoved it's way onto your screen.

Spencer:
But seriously, Y/N, I'm here for you. Always.

Your breath hitched as your heart seemed to be stuck in your throat. Still, you managed to type out an answer.

Y/N:
I know, thanks Spence.

You mentally cursed yourself and your entire existence as you hit send, but Spencer didn't seem to mind.

Spencer:
Sticking to the nickname, are we?

You slapped a hand to your face before texting back.

Y/N:
It sort of feels right. Sorry.

Spencer:
It's okay. Besides, I think it's growing on me.
I have good news, if you're interested.

Y/N:
Always.

Spencer:
The mission went faster then expected so I'm flying back tomorrow.

You felt like an idiot as you couldn't help but smile at your screen.

Spencer:
I mean we, the team, are flying back tomorrow.

Even when he was hundreds of miles away, Spencer's awkwardness never failed to make you laugh.

Y/N:
That's great.

The team coming back I mean.

You replied, your own sheer awkwardness catching up to you while your brain screamed lies, lies, lies.

It was no secret that no matter how much the team seemed like family to you, there was only one person who you couldn't wait to see again.

Ew that was trash. I wrote this on the plane and I am so sorry you had to read this garbage. Anyways, so Y/N's nightmares are worse when Spencer isn't around. Coincidence? I think not.
Also, comment what you think thus far and what you want to see from this book and in the next chapter. (Angst, fluff?)