Criminal Minds

One shot

Scars

Author's Note and disclaimer: So I decided just to use this "What They Don't Know" as a folder for a bunch of one shots for Criminal Minds. Majority of it will contain SpencerxOC, but I'll try to branch out into Ester's back story, her past and possible future. Also, thank you for the follows and reviews! It means a lot!

I do not own Criminal Minds.

Spencer and Ester were cuddling on the couch while Jazz played in the background. The boy genius was reading one of his Russian novels while Ester was being cradled in his arms—in probably the only place where she could feel safe enough to sleep. His nimble fingers traced the edges of the many scars that ran up and down her arm; scars were older than twelve years old—reminders of her horrible childhood.

She stirred at the sound of a loud car passing by the apartment complex. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Ester glanced around—remembering that she was at Spencer's place for the day. She escaped from Spencer's hold, leaned down and pecked him on the cheek before retreating to the kitchen.

It was close to lunch time and she was starving, no doubt Spencer was too. However, she wasn't in the mood to deal with crowds of stuck up teenager, screaming children and slow walking old people. Searching through his cupboards and fridge she found ingredients to make the one thing she knew she couldn't screw up—pasta.

Spencer watched as she spun in a circle, tying her curly hair up in a high pony tail. With her back turned to him he could see the largest scar she had, on her back, from the time she was captured by a sadistic unsub that loved to torture his victims. It had finished healing a couple of months ago, but it was more visible than her older ones. The only thing he couldn't have known was how terrified he was of losing her. During the hours that she was missing Morgan asked the pretty boy how he was keeping his cool. At first Spencer didn't know how to answer, but after thinking for a few seconds he repeated what he and Ester had decided the one rule they came up with when they first started seeing each other.

"I'll work this case as if we're out in the field tracking the Unsub down, when's she's found and safe I'll worry about her then. That's what Ester would do if I were in her position."

But of course finding her unconscious, chained to the disgusting floor while she bled out, automatically changed his mind. After Spencer done with her shackles, checked her pulse and attempted to stop the bleeding was when the Unsub decided to come out of hiding. He held her protectively against his body while he pointed his gun at him. It was Morgan that took the Unsub down while Spencer held his attention.

Spencer didn't leave her side after the six hours she spent in surgery. He read to her while she was in an induced coma, he held her hand, whispered sweet notions, cried and begged for her to wake up soon.

After marking his spot, he stretched into a standing position and sauntered over as Ester had just started the pot of water. He easily towered over her from behind, his hands grasped at her shoulders and lingered as they trailed down the length of her arms. Spencer's nose nuzzled at the nape of her neck, leaving fluttery kisses against her skin, then buried his head in the nook of her neck.

Ester chuckled at the sudden embrace; it was funny how the boy genius acted like a child sometimes.

"Can you stir this so I can add some stuff?" Ester asked handing Spencer the ladle.

Gladly he accepted it and stirred the noodles as his love poured in some seasoning that he didn't even know he owed. All the while gazing at the very thin line that ran across her neck, and spotting the tiny nicks on her wrist. When she tilted her head to the side, her hair would flop along with it and he could make out the bundled up skin from when she got hit in the head with the butt of a gun.

Spencer started laughing and laid his on top of hers while she glared up at him in confusion. "What's so funny?" She grumbled.

He smiled widely, "it's nothing. Just counting."

Even more confused, Ester stared up at him with one eyebrow cocked and lower lip pouting, but she decided to drop it and focus on the food. She chuckled, "you're so weird sometimes."

"You're one to talk." Spencer retorted, "You like to eat honey with peanut butter toast and take extremely cold showers."

"There are plenty of people that like those things." Ester blushed as she stirred at the pasta furiously.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed." Spencer remarked sarcastically and in return got elbowed in the ribs by Ester.

"Oh you're so cute when you're gasping for air." Ester cooed pouring the hot water out and adding cold water. "Get some plates out boy genius, food is done."

Author's note: I seriously rewrote this thing like five times until this was the end result. As always please review!