Disclaimer: Still don't own Criminal Minds. Sadly
Spencer was dreaming. He knew instantly that he was in a dream, well, a nightmare really. He was standing off to the side in a crowded nightclub, the music was too loud and the flashing lights were giving him a headache. He ran his hands through his brown curls and sighed. There was a reason he didn't go to clubs. It was a sensory overload, plus, he just didn't mingle well with others. He tried pinching himself to see if he could get out of this nightmare and maybe fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, no such luck. He looked around, trying to find anything familiar in the room, however, for him, nothing in here was familiar, the song playing had far to much bass in it, and the tempo was to fast, not something Spencer Reid listened to or was familiar with. The visual aspect of the room was simply frustrating, everywhere he looked he saw males and females sharing their personal space under the flashing strobes as the smoke curled around them. As for the smell, well, it was primarily sweat laced with the artificial smoke and then something unidentifiable. Spencer was officially a hundred percent sure he was in hell. He sighed and looked around for a seat, as he did he saw something odd out of the corner of his eye, an averaged sized female on the other side of the room. He only saw her for a second before she disappeared into the crowd. He shook his head, it wasn't her, he was sure of it.
Spencer had been sitting for a while when he sensed a familiar presence nearby, looking around once again he spied a shadow, one that didn't fit in. Dressed appropriately for a trip to a museum or a library, was a woman with mousy brown hair, dancing to the beat of the song that was currently playing. swaying her hips in time to the beat with her arms above her head. Before Spencer could get a look at her face she was swallowed by the crowd. He stood and walked briskly over to where he had seen her, he was certain now that the woman he had seen was Maeve. He followed the shadowy figure through the dancing crowd, excusing himself as he accidentally bumped into those around him. He saw her stop in the centre of the dance floor and turn to him. His heart stopped. He was right it was Maeve. She shot him a flirtatious smile and beckoned him closer, as his body started forward his mind screamed at him to stop, he took stock of his surroundings once more, sweaty, drunken people danced around him, oblivious to the pain he was feeling, because as he recalled from his dream a few weeks ago, of he was to dance with Maeve here it would be for eternity, and this was not the forever he had wanted with her. As his mind was processing this, his body continued forward, toward her. She started to walk backwards, the crowd parting around her effortlessly, beckoning him to follow. His feet obeyed her, ignoring the shouting that his brain was doing. As she neared the edge of the crowd someone bumped Spencer, who turned to apologise, momentarily distracted. When he turned back, she was gone. Spencer stopped his walking and fell to his knees feeling his heart break a little more inside, not knowing if this would have been the last time he ever saw her, hoping it wasn't because even heartbreak meant that he could get a glimpse at the first woman he had loved.
A/N: Hey guys! So, this chapter took a while to get out because it was kinda hard to write, like, i had to ask my sister for help which meant i had to let her read this. I never let her read anything that i write. I still think it kind of sucks, but its just sitting in my draft folder doing nothing. Hope you guys like it a little more than i do. Reviews will be rewarded with cookies! Untill next time, Cooey out.
