" Spence! I'm here!" I bellowed in the long hallway of Spencer's apartment building.
Normally I would've knocked but my hands were currently carrying two large bags of food and a large tub of mint and chip ice cream.
I waited patiently as I heard faint footsteps from behind the door. The door opened slowly as I saw Spencer who looked slightly on edge.
" Hey! Mind giving me a hand?" I asked as he nodded and grabbed a bag from my hands.
We both walked into his messy apartment and my eyes widened as we did. There were books and various articles of clothing scattered across the floor of the living room, and the kitchen was completely bare with nothing but a glass in the sink.
When he said he hadn't had a proper meal since our last movie night, he wasn't kidding. We put the bags down on the counter and I walked over to Spencer who was standing in the doorframe of the kitchen.
I smiled sweetly and hugged him tightly, wrapping my arms around his waist tightly as he gently returned the hug. We stood there just hugging each other for a long while before he finally spoke.
" What was that for?" He murmured into my neck.
" I think we've both been needing that for a while." I cooed
He smiled softly and we both got our food and went to the couch. We sat and ate in silence as we watched tv for almost an hour.
After a while I finally grew the courage to ask him how he's really been.
" Spencer..." I started as he looked at me sweetly.
" How have you been lately?"
He immediately looked away and back down at his food.
" Fine... I-I'm fine."
I laughed a little at how bad of a liar he was.
" Spence, You need to talk about this kind of stuff. It important not to just bottle everything up. I mean how have you been coping?"
His hands you shaking slightly now like he does sometimes when he has to much coffee.
" I'm coping. I promise." He whispered.
I sighed.
" Spence come on, talk to me! You know you can tell me anything. You've gone through a lot and you just need to-" before I could finish he cut me off abruptly.
" (y/n) I'm fine can you please just drop it!" He barked.
I flinched as he slammed his food down on his lap. My eyes widened as I looked at his now infuriated expression. This was a side of Spencer I didn't see often, but when I did, it was always an unpleasant experience.
" No Spencer I can't drop it because your doing things like this! You are all over the place! I understand that you just went through a major trauma but I'm trying to help! So tell me what is going on cause there is obviously more than just ptsd!" I yelled back.
He rolled his eyes and stood up abruptly.
" You wouldn't understand !" He snapped.
"How would you know that?!" I argued aggressively as I also stood up from the leather couch.
" I just do ok! So please stop hounding me because I have my problem under control!" He boomed.
I relaxed my body slightly as I took a step closer to him. The anger I had felt before now turned into a feeling of worry.
I placed my hand lightly on his left arm and gently rubbed it. He looked nervously at my hand and then back at me.
" Spencer, what problem?" I asked in a now sweet tone.
He let out a sad sigh and sat back down on the couch. I did the same, sitting much closer to him than I did before. His hands were shaking as he slowly lifted the right sleeve of his of his shirt. That's when I saw them. They're were tiny puncture wounds, some older and some newer.
I gasped quietly as I reached my hand and lightly caressed the small wounds. He looked down at me nervously but I looked at him reassuringly, signaling that I wasn't angry.
I then pulled the sleeve back down his arm and looked into his brown eyes that were beginning to water.
" It's dilauded isn't it?" I whispered as I thought back to the Tobias Henkel's past with the drug.
He gave a small nod as tears fell from his face. My hand immediately shot up and wiped them from his face and the pad of my thumb lingered as I looked into his droopy eyes.
He placed his hand over the mine that was still lightly rubbing his face. He looked at our hands and then back at me with an expression of such grief and sadness it made me hurt all over my body.
I wrapped my arms around him and that's when he began bawling. He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, completely soaking my shirt.
" I'm so sorry (y/n)... I'm so sorry." He sobbed as tears began to stream down my face.
" You have nothing to be sorry about you hear me. We're gonna get through this together and I promise everything will be ok." I sniffled as I held him tighter in my arms.
At some point his wait became a little to much and I fell back so that he laid across my stomach. I held him tightly with one arm and played with his floppy hair as he held me like his life depended on it, which in some ways it did.
After a while he drifted to sleep, we both drifted to sleep, which was a feeling Spencer clearly hadn't experienced in a while.
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4 months later...
After that night in Spencer's apartment, I took a week off to help him get back on his feet. I helped him through withdrawal pains and the urges that followed. Once we went back to work, he remained as close to me as possible which I didn't mind one bit. Everyone made jokes about how we were attached at the hip, and to be honest there were sometimes I believed them.
Along with dealing with his addiction, I helped him deal with the ptsd after the torture he endured. He had a lot of nightmares, but when I was there they seemed to happen very little so I slept over at his house three nights a week, sometimes more if he was having a rough time.
Today I was filled with an abnormal amount of pride because today was Spencer's 90th day sober. I was so happy that I decided after work me and him we're going to have a little celebration. It was just going to be the two of us but I definitely wanted it to be something special.
Him and I walked into the Bau together as we did almost daily, but today just felt...different. The whole day we exchanged longing looks and smiles that... just couldn't possibly mean just friendship.
I had loved him for a long time, and I wanted nothing more than to just tell him already, but with everything he'd been through I figured it wouldn't be fair to him.
After a long day of nothing but paperwork we finally we're finished and able to return home. Spencer and I walked happily to the elevator as we chatted about various cases and how our days were.
We then drove back to his apartment for our little celebration. The whole car ride I told him how excited I was for him and how proud of himself he should be.
We pulled up to the building and I skipped up the stairs as I dragged him along. He looked slightly embarrassed at my childish demeanor but this only encouraged me to do it more.
I grabbed the spare key out of my purse on flag the door open excitedly to reveal the various balloons and streamers that filled his home.
" Happy 90 days Spence!" I whispered loudly.
I knew how he felt about people knowing about his addiction so I made sure to make my voice as quite as possible. He blushed slightly as I pulled him into the apartment.
Once I did, I jumped up on him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He stumbled back against the couch and I giggled as I grabbed onto him tighter. His arms also hugged my waist as he laughed softly.
" You really didn't have to do this It's not that big of a deal." He said shyly.
I untangled my hands from him and jumped onto the ground. When I did he almost looked disappointed.
" Of course it's a big deal! You need to start giving yourself more credit For this Spence!" I scolded.
He rolled his eyes and kicked of his shoes. I took a step closer to him, and lifted his chin so that he made eye contact with me.
" Spencer... I'm proud of you. You have no idea how much." I said just above a whisper.
I looked at him intently, as did he. He looked deep into my eyes as we both inched closer.
" (y/n) I love you." He whispered.
In that moment he pressed our lips together softly. Though it was short, it was filled with passion and content.
A smile broke across my face as I pulled away and placed my forehead against his.
" I love you too Spence." I gushed.
I wrapped my arms around his neck again in a tight hug. He returned it, this time with much more excitement. He lifted me off the ground, and I giggled as i wrapped my legs around his waist. He laughed two as we walked to the couch where we would Spencer the rest of the day together.
As we sat and cuddled I couldn't help but think about how truly special this day had been.
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Hi! Hope you guys enjoyed this two part story and liked the ending. Now there are some plot holes and theres also the no way in hell season 2 Spencer could pick someone up but we're just going to ✨ignore that✨. Anyways feel free to leave suggestions and ily all!