Chapter 4: The Love Club

She lead me off to a spot on the dance floor. An alternative/indie type song was playing. I wasn't the type of person to be interested in that type of genre, but I have to say, the song was pretty catchy and the lyrics were pretty impressive.
"I love this song!" She said, singing the lyrics to herself. "Be a part of the love club. Everything will glow for you. You'll get punched for the love club. For the love club." She placed her arms around my neck, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the song.
"Is it odd to ask what the song is called?" I questioned. She looked up at me in confusion. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and hotter, wondering if she was noticing how mortified I was.
"Maybe…" She teased me as I put my arms around her waist. "It's called 'The Love Club' by Lorde. I'm surprised you didn't recognize the voice of the artist. She's pretty big right now"
"Well I've never heard of her, or the song. " She gasped at me jokingly.
"You know, I'm not the dancing type, and I can sense you aren't either. So how about we go out back and just talk." I nodded and she led me out to the backyard.

It was deserted in the fields. I wasn't sure this was even Dave's property. It was beautiful though. We were out on a field, grass tickling our thighs. Her hand was intertwined with mine, squeezing it tightly as she told me to hurry up.
"Where are we going?" I asked laughing to myself.
"One of my favorite places, ever." We reached a stone path, where the tall grass finally ended. We hoped from stone to stone, childishly, trying to keep our balance. "We're here." I looked up to see a white gazebo. It was all like a romantic flick about two young people, spending night after night sneaking out, talking for countless hours. It was painted pure white, old enough for the paint to be slowly peeling off. She swung up onto the platform searching for something behind the cylinders. She flicked on a light switch, allowing a golden-yellowish light to glow.

"What is this place?" I questioned, sitting against one of the benches.
"This is where I went to relax. Dave showed it to me when he first met me. It was a while ago when I was still in college, taking psychology and criminology. I was working on a paper on serial killers so I found David. He told me I could come here whenever I wanted when I wanted to rest or just chill I guess." She explained. But then I realized one thing.
"Wow this whole time I've gone without knowing you're name."
"Oh my god, that is so weird. I'm Katherine Bellas, but my friends call me Kat." She formerly stood up in front of me, shaking my hand.
"Do I fit the requirements of being able to call you Kat?" I said letting go of her hand.
"Yes, yeah, of course. Call me anything you want. Well, not everything. Like my great-grandma calls me Katerina all the time because she's Macedonian, but I absolutely hate it! It's a form of Katherine in Macedonian. Also it's a Russian and Bulgarian short of Ekaterina or Yekaterina and a Greek variation of Aikaterini. The name Katerina's origin also come from the Late Romans and the Slavic people. It's actually often associated with with the Greek word ' katharos meaning 'pure'-" Katherine stop abruptly, cursing to herself. "Sorry, I always do that, you're name?" I laughed to myself, noticing how embarrassed she looked. Her cheeks were burning bright red, trying a avoid eye contact with me.
"I actually enjoyed your little rant about your name. I'm Spencer Reid. Which isn't that much of a special name because it's English originated. It means 'house steward' or 'dispenser of provisions'. "She stared at me embarrassed.
"You're so mean!" She said punching my shoulder.

We were there for quite a while now, and let me just say she's something. Katherine was a psychiatrist and she worked for the PRS Inc Mount Vernon, which was a mental hospital in Alexandria. One of the youngest psychiatrists there, being 32. Three Phd's and a bachelor's degree. Her life wasn't the easiest. She grew up in Leesburg and moved to Fredericksburg when she was 10. She told me she lost her father to drugs before she moved, and 2 years later her mother turned to alcohol to grieve. Her and her younger sister were put in the custody of their godmother after their mother was put into rehab.
"She never really come out of that place, you know?" She began, clearing her throat. "Every time she was let out, she would go back to the alcohol. Not even 2 days later she finds her way back into that damn caged-facility. Eventually she was moved to the Central State Hospital because it was clear this was a major depressive disorder. And I haven't seen her since." I could almost feel the dryness of her throat and the puddles of tears sitting on her eyelids. The experience was the same, I knew how she felt. She felt guilty about the way her mother turned out. As if she was the reason that her dad died and her mom went mad. I put a comforting arm around her shoulder and I said, "I know how you feel." She seemed confused, but knew she shouldn't ask about it. Which I admired about her.
"You know I've never told that much to someone in less than one hour." She twirled her hair, biting her bottom lip. I could feel her heart beating faster, her body temperature becoming warmer despite the cold summer breeze. Was it safe to say, that I was feeling the same way?
"What do you mean by that?" I admit, I'm playing dumb. I knew what she was thinking. She knew that I knew. I just wanted her to say it. I have to have proof.
"Because you're special. " Before I could react to anything, I heard a faint voice coming in our direction.
"WHERE IS HE!" One of the voices yelled.
"SPENNCCCEERRRRR! COME OUT TOOO PLAAYYYYY!" I knew it. JJ and Emily. I wouldn't be surprised if Garcia was as drunk as the both of them by now. JJ flew in, landing on her stomach. She screamed out of the thrill, pumping her fist into the air.

"PENLOFEE I FOUND PENCER!" JJ slurred "EMLYYYY! COMEEE I FOUND PENCER!" She sounded an awful lot like Henry. I couldn't help but laugh. Like mother like son.
"YAY!" The two other girls cheered.
" Are those your coworkers?" Kath whispered in my ear.
"Yup." I sighed deeply getting up to go help the girls.

"What is it?" I snapped. JJ, Emily and Penelope looked as if they were little children who were told their parents had eaten all of their Halloween candy.
"Spence, why do you hate uss!" Emily and Garcia found their ways into each arms, sobbing dryly.
"I don't- I'm not…" I needed a different approach. Think 4 year old. I thought to myself.
"Okay guys! So what do you guys want to do from me?" I swear I was turning into a valley girl. All I needed to do was bat my humongous fake eyelashes. Their pouts disappeared into a massive grin. JJ threw herself onto me thanking the lord that I forgave her.
"Come dance with us!" Garcia wailed.
"Please!" The three of them were now on their knees, begging me. I turned to Kat and shrugged. Go on, she mouthed to me. Thank you! I said back.

I felt like a jerk for leaving her out here. I actually missed her. I mean, JJ, Garcia and Prentiss where grinding on each other, insisting I joined them.

That was the last thing I remembered.

Everything just went black from there.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! PLEASE REVIEW!