Paris
'I can't help if I'm still in love with you'~ Hank Williams
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"Don't laugh at me Spencer Reid, you're just as excited as I am" scolded Maeve.
Spencer wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm not laughing at you, and yes I am just as excited," he replied.
"Well you should be, our first vacation together. Oh can you imagine, the art, the culture, the food!, " she enthused as she snuggled in his arms.
"Uh huh" he said. At that moment he was starting to feel more excited standing where he was, inhaling the scent of Maeve's hair and the feel of her slender body pressed up against his.
She saw the dreamy expression on his face and gave him a playful shove.
"Oh you're not even paying attention. We have to be at the airport so early and we haven't finished packing."
She held up a nightgown in each hand.
"Which one should I take?" she asked.
Spencer looked from one to the other and shrugged "I don't know, it doesn't matter what you wear to bed."
Maeve considered for a moment and then tossed them both over her shoulder.
"You're right, naked is so much healthier, wouldn't you agree Dr. Reid?" She said with a sly smile.
Reid felt his face heating up. "Completely, Dr. Donovan, completely."
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Rossi knew immediately where to find the ICU. He had made this trip too many times in his life.
He saw Hotch standing at the end of the hall. He was alone; his face was as impassive as usual, never betraying the emotions he might be feeling. He turned as he seemed to know instinctively that Dave was only a few feet away.
"Aaron, Morgan called and told me he found him at his apartment. He didn't say much else, what's going on?" Rossi said
Hotch slowly shook his head.
"They can't wake him up, he won't wake up." He said.
Rossi frowned, not quite grasping what Hotch was saying.
"What do you mean? Is he sick, in a coma, is it drugs?" A thousand different possibilities were flying through his head.
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A day and a half ago Reid had not shown up for work. No one was terribly concerned at first. They called his cell and his landline, there was no answer. Morgan had gone to his apartment and banged on the door, he eventually left, thinking Spencer just wasn't home. He thought perhaps Reid had been called away to Vegas on an emergency and had neglected to call.
When he didn't show up the second day in a row and still there was no phone call, worry began to set in. Morgan got the building super to open Reid's door. It was eerily silent when he entered the apartment. There was nothing out of place and the place seemed unusually neat.
An icy chill went up Morgan's spine when he went into the bedroom and found Reid lying on his bed, flat on his back wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. He had a tranquil expression on his face and his hands were folded neatly over his stomach.
He rushed over and felt for a pulse. His skin was cold but there was a slow and steady heartbeat. Spencer was alive yet when Morgan shook him and called his name there was no response.
"Call an ambulance!" he yelled to the super.
Morgan tried to not panic. He looked at the crook of Spencer's elbows and all he saw were old faded scars. He quickly searched the bedroom, looking for signs of drugs of any kind. There was nothing.
He heard the sound of sirens
"What have you done Pretty boy," Morgan had whispered.
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"It's none of those things Rossi"
Hotch and Rossi turned around at the sound of Morgan's voice.
He looked more weary and sad than either man had ever seen him.
"It's not drugs he's not in a coma, his blood tests are clean." he told them.
"Then what the hell is it?" demanded Rossi. Rossi was not fond of mysteries he felt helpless to solve.
"They don't know, they're taking him for a MRI right now"
"What do we do?"
Hotch who had been silent up till now sat down on one of the waiting room chairs.
"We just wait" he said.
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It was a beautiful night; from the balcony of their hotel room you could see the Eiffel tower lit up and almost as brilliant as the moon.
Reid sat up in bed and in the darkness he could see the silhouette of Maeve standing in the window, she was admiring the view.
He felt a great relief on seeing her. He had felt uneasy lately. There had been this constant buzzing in his ear that he tried to ignore and thankfully he was starting to hear it less and less. This made him happy as did the way the moonlight played on Maeve's delicate features and body.
She turned and smiled at him.
"Isn't it beautiful," she said.
"Takes my breath away," he replied.
Fin
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