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She leaned out out the 'EXIT' door and puked. The team watched her drop to the floor.
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"That's my sister."
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She looked so beautiful. He wished she did this more often.
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Maybe he didn't want to move her because he wanted to look at her.
But then again maybe not.
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That's when she realized she was on Spencer's couch. And had slept through the whole night.
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Now Reid felt like he wanted to bend over and puke. Her sister. Her first case and some angry man she could possibly know had brutally murdered her sister.
He wanted to hug her, comfort her, make her feel better. But at the same time he wanted to share his condolences and leave her. These conflicting feelings began a brutal war in his mind with much bloodshed to come. He just looked up his big brown eyes boring into hers, his eyebrows scrunched like they did when he was thinking, and he softly said.
"I'm so sorry."
It was quite obvious she was shaking, her long red nails became a blur and her breath, ragged. She calmed her breathing and looked into his eyes.
"Shit happens." she said coldly.
She stood up the heavy green blanket falling.
"Thank you, I'll see you in a few hours," and walked didn't know what just happened. He didn't know what was going on. His breath came out ragged and he leaned back on the couch.
It reeked of vomit.
And her. She always smelled of vanilla, and a teeny bit of lavender.
And he couldn't help himself from absolutely loving it.
He hopped into the shower and even as he washed his hair Reid couldn't focus, he had no idea how he would get through the day.
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She sat on her bed. Veronica hated hotels, the pillows were too cushiony, the sheets were stiff and bleached, and it all smelled...new.
Spencer. Annabelle. Spencer and her.
She couldn't get it out of her head.
Annabelle's smiling face, tan, shiny, nothing like hers. Spencer's, pale, quirky, and constantly worried.
Annabelle was tall, lean, always had a glowing tan, short honey hair, uh, well endowed body. The perfect girl.
Veronica was always short, very pale, navy blue eyes, long light hair, still had an even uh more well endowed body, not nearly was warm or welcoming as Annabelle was.
Not only that but she couldn't get Spencer out of her mind. He was so quirky, so intelligent. Exactly what she loved. But she didn't love him. She didn't even like him as a friend or...that.
No. No. No. She wouldn't evenn let the thought of that. Into her head. It was scary. It was more than scary, it was so out of the question. So instead of mulling over every thought she had of Spener, every funny moment or good memory with Annabelle, she decided it would be much better for her, everyone else, and her own mental health to finally hop into a scalding hot shower.
When she got out she felt so much better the smell of puke and despair was washed of with some very good scrubbing. She let her naturally straight hair fall and changed into a very normal outfit for her. Ridiculously high heels (she wanted to pretend she was an average height), a black pencil skirt two inches above her knee showing her long legs, a low cut red blouse. Applied blood red lipstick and her dark eyeliner.
She looked like she was going to a funeral, in a pretty way, but nonetheless.
But then again. In a way she was.
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She was the last to come meet the team in the lobby, it wasn't really like her, but the last few days had been strange. She noticed Reid talking quietly to the rest of them with his usual awkward expression but the corners of his mouth turned down. She knew exactly what was going on, this theory was only enforced by JJ running up and tightly embracing her.
Hotch looked at her sadly, "We're going to have to ask you to be taken off the case since you had close relations with the victim."
Veronica, who was normally a very calm person, fury ignited.
"And I will politely decline that offer."
Hotch felt a twinge of frustration. "It was a question."
"Hm? Well I'm sorry. My sister and I were very close, if anyone's putting that bastard in handcuffs, it'll be me." she said with a very blank expression. She didn't express her anger for what Hotch said. She didn't express the agony she felt for her deceased sister. She didn't express the confusion her heart felt. She was blank.
"There isn't an option." Hotch began it get irritated.
"That's a bit too bad, isn't it?"
Hotch was almost angered into silence.
"JJ go with Prentiss, Gideon will come with me, and Reid and Morgan you willl go to the morgue talk to the mortician finish what we were interrupted doing yesterday."
Veronica decided to follow Morgan and Reid, she wanted to see her sister again. Without puking.
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While she silently boarded into the backseat Morgan looked back at her.
"Damn girl, you have some balls."
Veronica shrugged not sure what to say, she was rather unconfrontational, but this was Annabelle.
"WHy are you dressed like you be going to a funeral?" Morgan then quickly realized the meaning of his words and the car became silent. After a few minutes of some almost comfortable silence Reid broke it.
"What was her name?" he said softly. Almost whispering.
"Annabelle, she was beautiful y'know. A girl's dream, she was the girl everyone wants to be." she said just as softly as Reid had mentioned it.
And that's when Spencer Reid felt this unimaginable desire to kiss Veronica. But knew in his heart, he couldn't.
Welllppp this chapter was alright next one will be better. I promise ^-^
