Gone chapter 7
Spence keeps trying to talk me out of being scared until I shut him up and call Kyle, who thankfully picks up his phone. I explain the situation to him and he immediately stops working and tells me he's coming home. "He better be." Spencer mumbles quietly when I hang up and I slap him on his arm, glaring. "Spencer, don't talk about my husband like that." I tell him and he looks at me with his big puppy eyes. "Oh, so he can talk about me like that but not the other way around? I see…" He complains and I sigh, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "Baby, I didn't tolerate that he spoke to you like that but I also won't tolerate it if you do." I explain it and he pouts, before he turns serious.
He looks troubled and I frown at him, asking with my eyes what's going on. He inhales deeply and squeezes my hand. "Have you ever considered… you know…" He starts hesitantly and I pull up my eyebrows at him. "Spence, say what you want to say." I mumble, looking at the pain in his eyes. Whatever it is, it's seriously bothering him and it makes me sad, I don't like to see him in pain, how small it may be.
"Okay, but only if you promise me you won't get mad at me and just listen." He says quietly and I nod in confusion. "Good." He mutters to himself and wraps an arm around me, not looking at me while he starts talking. "Have you… considered that maybe, I'm not saying it's true, but that maybe Kyle has something to do with it?" He whispers so silently I almost can't hear him, but I hear him, I hear him clearly. I freeze and turn my head, catching his troubled glance. "What?" I mumble and hear a dangerous tone in my voice. Spence hears it to and he quickly pulls his arms back and stands up. "You promised to listen." He defends and I just stare at him, unable to place what he just said. "What do you mean, Spencer?" I ask him again, very strict and quit angry and he puts a step back. "Nothing Ab, I don't mean anything by it, I just… Have you considered that he might have… might have something to do with it." He says again, eyes focused on the floor and not on me. Well, maybe that's better because I'm becoming very, very angry.
"Wait a minute Spencer, are you suggesting that Kyle, my husband, the father of my child Kyle might have something to do with the murders of seven, now eight innocent woman?" I ask him very detailed and he shrinks a step back again, hating the way I talk to him. "Maybe…" He whispers and I inhale deeply, trying to calm myself. "Do you really think that Kyle might have been able to do something like that Spence? To murder one of my best friends? Do you really think that?" I say again, my voice rising two octaves and breaking twice. Spence winces and looks quit scared actually. "No, Ab I'm not saying that he did it, I'm just suggesting…" He whispers and I shake my head. "Spencer Reid, Kyle would never, ever do something like that, not for anything in the world so don't ever come up to me with a worthless suggestion like that again." I shout at him and walk straight out of the room, not looking at him while I pass him. He shrinks away, looking terribly unhappy and I feel slightly sad for it, but I'm too angry to feel sorry for him. I don't get angry easy, but now I'm boiling with anger. To even think about the fact that my dear little brother is suggesting that my husband is involved with murder is to much for me to handle. The fact that Jessica is dead, that all those innocent woman I knew are dead is becoming to much and before I have reached my bedroom I break down and fall to the ground. I feel the tears steaming down my face and my breath becomes short and high.
In no time Spencer is at my side and wraps his arms around me, pulling me up. "Ssssh Ab, it's okay. I'm so sorry, it's okay." He whispers soothingly in my ear while opening the door and dragging me inside. He puts me down on the bed and I curl up in a ball, heavily crying and closing my eyes in desperation. "Kyle's goanna be home soon honey, I'm just goanna leave you alone." Spence mumbles and kisses me on the cheek lovingly before leaving the room. I badly want him to stay but I let him leave, we just had a fight, we never fight, and we both have to be alone to place it.
I lie on the bed until Kyle comes storming into the room, still in uniform. "Baby! O my gosh, I'm here, sweetheart I'm here." He shouts and cradles me up in his arms. I break down again and cry in his arms, burying my head in his chest, clinging to him. We lie there for what seems like forever, but eventually I'm calmed down and able to talk again.
"Okay honey, now tell me what's going on." Kyle mumbles comfortingly, while he helps me sit up. I wrap my arms around my stomach, looking for comfort with my little girl and sigh deeply. "It was nothing big honey, I just had a fight with Spence and the truth about what's going on became to much." I explain to him and curse myself, I hate lying to my husband. I am against lying, but there's no way in hell I'm goanna tell him Spence is thinking he has something to do with the murders. He would throw Spence out the house in minutes and I'm not goanna let that happen. I feel safer with Spence around, not because he is an FBI agent but because he always protected me, even though he is my little brother.
"What did he do?" Kyle interrupts my thoughts with a snare and I glare at him, he really has to stop the attitude against Spence. "He didn't do anything Kyle, relax. I need some air, I'm outside if you need me." I mutter and climb off the bed, stumbling downstairs with him behind me. Kyle disappears in his computer room, knowing I need the space and time to talk with Spence.
I walk past the living room and hear Spence's voice in a low murmur. He's on the phone and I don't need to listen to know who he's talking to. He's talking to mom, I can hear it from the tone he's using. "Yes mom, I will apologise to her, she just needs time now to progress what I told her… I know it was wrong mom… Fine, fine, how are you?" I hear him mutter and I chuckle lightly, knowing mom is already punishing him for what he said to me. I already forgave him for what he said, though I do need him to make it up to me but I know he will do that in no matter of time.
I grab the keys for the back door and grab a cigarette out of the secret package I keep in the drawer in the kitchen. I don't smoke usually, only if I really need it, moments like these for example. I open the back door and sit down on one of the swings in our backyard, lighting the cigarette.
"You know, you shouldn't smoke." I hear a soft voice behind me after my fifth drag and I stand up from the swing, turning around. "Don't tell me what to do, Spencer." I snap at him and quickly regret it when I see the hurt in his eyes, that came out more offending then I meant it to. "Sorry." I quickly apologise and look at the sky, where the sun is shining brightly. "Don't apologise, I know how troubled you are. I should apologise Abby, what I said to you was completely out of line. I never should have talked about it with you and I am terribly sorry I did and made everything twenty times worse for you…" He starts to apologise, but I interrupt him. He sounds so remorseful, I can hear in his voice he hates himself for doing that to me. It makes me smile, not because he is in pain but because he is so cute and sweet, apologising like this to me.
"Don't worry about it Spence. Yes you did hurt me with it and you shouldn't have talked with me about it, but it wasn't wrong to suggest Spence. You are a profiler, an FBI agent, it's your job. You have to consider every possibility, that's what you do." I tell him and see the relieve in his eyes, he at least knows I'm not angry at him and that he's forgiven. "That doesn't change the fact that…" he starts again, but I raise my hand throwing away my cigarette. "You were wrong to discuss it with me, that's true Spence. You have to suggest, but don't talk with me about it. Tell it to your boss, he has to know about it. I can't handle it Spence, I can't handle it if you tell all your suggestions to me, especially not if it contains my husband." I explain to him and he hangs his head, showing me his remorse. "I know and I'm really sorry." He mumbles to the ground and I walk up to him, grabbing his face in my hands. "Your forgiven, okay?" I whisper and he wraps his arms around me, hugging me as tight as he possibly can. "Thank you." He whispers back and I ruffle his hair while clinging to him, in his arms I feel completely safe, as safe as a woman can feel.