Unsub (Spencer ReidxReader)

17

Three weeks, two days and 6 hours.
Three weeks since you moved into a new apartment.
Three weeks since you got raise for your accomplishments with the last mission.
Three weeks since you finally felt stable with work.
Three weeks since you've been distracting yourself.
Three weeks since you deleted his number from your phone.
Three weeks since you heard his scratchy cry ricocheting off the hospital walls.
Three weeks since you almost said something resembling his name.
Three weeks since you admitted it.
Three weeks since you told Spencer Reid you loved him.
And three weeks since you left him. Alone.

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The office was as normal as always. And you hated it. Hated how work still went on as usual. Hated how everyone's lives kept moving forward. Most of all you hated the small moments which overtook you.

The moments when you'd be making a cup of coffee and suddenly remember just how ridiculously much sugar he would put in his cup. Or how there were a few moments of unfulfilled dialogue at every briefing. Moments usually filled by his brilliance. Moments when you fell just a little bit harder.

"Y/N."

You smiled up at Garcia from you chair, grateful for her saving you from your own thoughts. Over the three weeks since, you'd been slowly rebuilding your friendship. Rebuilding yourself more importantly.

"What's up?" You asked, standing and stretching your legs, tired from all the computer work. Even now you were still putting the finishing details on the last case. Reporting to journalists and news reporters. Everyone wanted to know about the agent who was crucial in solving the case. And that was you.

The woman, the one you embarrassingly saw with Spencer was lying all along, just like you told Morgan. With further investigation, it turned out her and her boyfriend planned the whole kidnapping of her sister for money and publicity.
Luckily, the sister was found in time and the man and woman were awaiting their sentences.

It was nice, allowing yourself a moment of accomplishment. And yet, you were unsatisfied because there was only one person you wanted to celebrate with.

"This came for you...from the hospital."

You looked at the letter in her hands. It was unmistakable. That perfect handwriting that drifted elegantly on the envelope with your name on it.

Without meaning to, you snatched the letter out of her hands, stood and walked to lock yourself in the briefing room.

You didn't realize the shaking of your hands as they greedily tore open the envelope. Too restless to care about savoring it.

The letter felt heavy in your hands. And your eyes had to scan over three times before your brain registered what it said.

Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2, Polonius

A sigh of a light escaped you. Shakespeare. A man famous for legendary love sonnets. It was ridiculous to think of the possibility. And yet, your heart was nearly beating out of your chest.

You rushed, flinging open the door, pushing past desks and colleagues. It was when you got to the bottom of the stairs that you realized you had ran all the way to the basement library.

It wasn't hard to find. After all, hamlet seemed to be the only work of shakeout the library had.
How long had he planned this?

The pages were stuff under your fingertips, worn from use and age.

You didn't breathe until you find the page. And your eyes quickly devoured the words.

Doubt thou the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love

Disbelief courses through your veins. Along with something stronger. Something hopeful. And then you smiled. For the first time in a long time.

When you finally made it back upstairs you instantly made your way to Garcia's desk, wanting to tell her before you left the office.

You were about halfway there when a hand grabbed your wrist. Turning you cams face to face with Morgan.

"We need to go. Now"

His voice was laced with concern. Enough to cause your stomach to drop.

"What?"

At this point he was dragging you out the doors, towards the jet and you realized the whole team was already aboard.
"We've got a case, it's bad. We gotta go."

It took all your strength to dig your heels into the ground, forcing Morgan to stop his movement. You still clutched the letter in your free hand, knuckles white with pressure.

"I can't I have to..I have to see Sp"

Morgan grabbed your wrist tighter. His voice was more aggressive now.

"Y/N, unless you're dying I suggest you get your ass on that goddamn plane now."

It hit you then.
The fact that you deleted and blocked his number. And he wouldn't have his work phone with him. There was no way of reaching him now, especially when you were about to travel god knows how many miles away. Away from him.

And he would be alone. Again.

Despite this, your brain guided you aboard the jet. Guilt weighed you down onto your seat.
How long will you be gone?
How long will he be unknowing of your feelings?
Will he move on?

-
Here's what love is:
A smoke made out of lovers sighs
When the smoke clears love is a fire burning
In your lovers eyes.
-William Shakespeare

Ahh I hate myself for not updating sooner.
But I have some ideas for the future of this book and I'm excited. I hope you guys enjoyed and I hope you're all staying safe. Xx