Did you guys hear? They're bringing back JJ AND Prentiss next season! AND they're getting rid of that new blonde girl! YAY!
A sharp rapping on the door woke Amelia up.
She sat up, quickly pulling her messy hair into a bun and straightening her slept-in clothes.
"Hangon, I'll be there in a sec!"
She undid the security chain and opened the door.
Before she could slam it shut again, he was shoving into the room.
He pushed her up against the wall and gently shut the door, replacing the chain and deadbolt.
"It's been quite a while since we last saw each other, hm? Amelia, was it? I've lost track of all the names…" Thomas Larson said.
Amelia was hyperventilating, this cannot be happening. I work with the FBI now, I'm not some victim.
"How have you been? I noticed you on my trail. FBI? You sure went far, considering how pathetic you are."
He relaxed his grip but Amelia remained frozen against the wall.
"No answer? Hm, not surprising for a girl like you. You know you were asking for it that night. Walking alone through a park wearing that little low cut top and too-tight jeans. Any man would understand." He said.
Amelia took a deep breath, "Are you… Are you going to rape me?"
"You? Of course not! You're damaged goods, Amelia. No man will ever want you."
"Then are you going to… kill me?" She said quietly, averting her gaze.
Larson frowned, and then grabbed her jaw, "Look at me, bitch! I'm talking to you!"
She tried to look away and shook her head and he slapped her, knocking her to the ground.
He laughed and walked over to the bed, "So pathetic. An FBI agent and you can't even defend yourself!"
Amelia spotted her gun on the bedside table next to her phone.
Pretending to use it to stand, she drew the gun and pointed it at him.
Larson laughed again, "Oh, little miss FBI is so powerful now with her gun to protect her!"
Amelia inched over to the door and undid the locks, still pointing the gun at Larson.
"Larson, you're done."
"What are you talking about, Amelia? Its not like you're telepathic. How could your friends possibly know I was here."
The door opened and Reid and Prentiss stepped in, guns drawn.
"You called?" Reid said to Amelia.
Larson looked over at the bedside table and saw Amelia's phone with a continuing call to Reid's cell phone.
Prentiss cuffed him and the three brought him to the police station. As he was being led away he said one last thing, "Remember what I said, Amelia! Damaged goods!"
The door closed behind him and Amelia's stoic face shattered.
She sat on a chair and began sobbing into her knees.
The team surrounded her, offering praise and empathy. The others had left to finish things up, but Reid remained seated next to her.
Unsure of how to comfort her, he did as he had seen others do and placed a hand on her back.
She flinched from the touch, but slowly sat up, the sobs subsiding.
Reid offered a small smile. She smiled slightly and began wiping the mascara stains from her cheeks.
"I'm sorry… I must look terrible right now." She said, looking down at her hands.
Reid put his hand on hers and she looked up at him, "You look beautiful."
Amelia chuckled and blushed, "Thanks, Spencer."
Despite it being Amelia's first week, Hotch gave her the next few days off for some personal days.
She couldn't even begin to express to him how grateful she was for the time away.
Two days after the incident, Amelia awoke to the sun on her face. The light streaming though the window illuminated the white bedroom.
She yawned and stretched.
Wrapping her light robe around herself, she walked to the small kitchen and put the kettle on. As she lightly dozed leaning against the counter, she felt a light breeze.
Reluctantly opening her eyes, she realized the window had been open all night.
Normally this would bother her. If this had been a month before she would've searched the house for any signs of entry and nearly had a panic attack at her own forgetfulness.
But she just looked out the open window at the tree beyond it.
The kettle began to whistle and she turned off the heat and poured the hot water into the waiting mug. Steeping her tea, she walked over to the couch.
She leaned back and stared at the ceiling.
The window had been left open.
She was healing.
"I have popcorn, Oreos, two 2 liter Cokes, the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy, a pile of blankets and a comfy couch. Care to join me?" Amelia said immediately after Spencer answered his phone.
"I suppose you're feeling better then. And at what time might I come over?"
"That's cause I've been planning a super duper fun night for the two of us and if you come over at 6:30 with some Chinese that'd be lovely."
"Why do I have to bring food?" Amelia could just picture his puppy-dog eyes over the phone.
She smiled, "Because I bought enough popcorn, Oreos and coke to cost me the same amount as dinner for two at the local Chinese restaurant."
"6:30 it is then!" Spencer said before hanging up.
Amelia smiled and was about to put down her phone when it began buzzing again.
"Hello?"
"What is the suggested apparel for tonight?" Spencer said.
"I will be wearing Pajamas, but you can wear anything you like." Amelia said, smiling to herself.
"Ok, I'll see you later then!"
Amelia pocketed her phone, and then went downstairs to the bookstore.
"I thought you read The Hitchhiker's Guide already?" Amelia said, walking up to her friend at the counter.
"Oh, little Amelia. When will you learn? Re-reading books is fun!" Damien said, setting his book down on the countertop.
Amelia sighed, "But you know what's going to happen! It makes it less interesting!"
"Says the girl who read the entire Harry Potter series seven times in a row." Damien said, glaring at her.
"Come on!" Amelia said, taking a caramel from the small jar beside the register, "You know why I did that! I re-read the books before each new one to make sure I didn't miss any references to past occurrences and by the time I'd finished the seventh one I'd read the first one seven times, the second six and so forth and I had to re-read them all so I had read them all seven times because of my OCD!"
Damien put his hands up in defense, "Okay already! Do those FBI folks just let you babble facts like this? I swear you've been doing it more often since you got that job!"
"Yes, they have because they genuinely enjoy my random facts and they happen to have a fact fountain already so they're used to it."
"What exactly did you come down here for in the first place?" Damien said, frustrated.
"Since when can't a girl visit her friend?" Amelia said, mock hurt.
"Since it freaks out the paying customers of said friend's store. I'll talk to you later." He said, shooing her out.
Amelia smiled devilishly, "Well have fun minding your store! I suppose I'll just be upstairs getting ready to have a guy over at my house that happens to not be you! See you tomorrow!"
The door shut just as Damien shouted, "WHAT."
Amelia laughed all the way upstairs to her apartment.
Later, the doorbell rang.
Amelia pressed the button on the intercom, "What is your name?"
"Dr. Spencer Reid?"
"What is your quest?"
"To watch movies and hang out?"
"What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?"
"Well, that depends; African or European swallow?"
Amelia smiled and pressed the button to buzz him in.
She met him at the top of the stairs, "I'm glad you made it across the bridge of death."
"Having an eidetic memory helps," Spencer said smiling, "I brought the food."
"Wonderful! Follow me!" She said as she led him into the living room.
There were pillows and blankets everywhere. A round coffee table stood directly between the couch/pillow pile and the television.
"You can set the food on the table, I'll get out the rest." Amelia said before heading to the kitchen to get the rest of the food.
Spencer's eyebrows rose, "You really went all out. How much food did you buy?"
The pile beside the Chinese food boxes included Oreos, chocolate-chip cookies, frosted flakes, sour cream and onion chips, cheddar popcorn, Coke and a box of 'dinosaur-egg' oatmeal.
"Huh? I only got the Oreos, popcorn and Coke. The rest came from the pantry and I made the chocolate-chip cookies. I'll be right back, I'm gonna put on my pajamas."
He smiled and set his bag down next to the couch.
"Alright, are you ready to have fun?" Amelia said, coming back into the living room wearing polka-dotted shorts and a loose Firefly shirt.
Spencer smiled, "Yeah, just let me get on my pajamas. Where's the bathroom?"
"You brought PJs too!" Amelia said happily, "And the bathroom is right around that corner"
Suddenly, the phone rang. Amelia went to the kitchen to answer it.
"You have a man in your house, Amelia!"
"Yes I am aware of that, Damien."
"Well, I was just making sure. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"Do everything then?"
"10 bucks he'll kiss you on the lips before he leaves."
"No deal, baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Fine! Bye, hun!"
"Love you too, Damien."
She went back to the living room and sat down beside Spencer, who was now sporting a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.
His face was conflicted.
"Cookie for your thoughts?" She handed him the tin of Oreos.
He took it and stammered, "Are you… that is, are we… am… are you single?"
Amelia's eyebrows rose.
"I mean cos you were talking to a guy named Damien on the phone and the way you talked implied an intimate relationship and I don't want to get involved if you aren't single because despite my high intellect my physical skills are not as good and I would probably do poorly in a fight."
Amelia smiled, "I'm single and Damien would be more interested in dating you than me, if you know what I mean. What I heard you just say is that you don't want to get involved if I'm not single, so since I happen to be single, you would like to get involved?"
Spencer thought a moment, "I think that's what I'm saying…"
"Sure." She smiled at him.
"Huh?" Spencer was a bit taken aback.
"I said sure." Amelia repeated, taking a cookie from the tin in Spencer's hand and pressing the play button on the remote.
As soon as the movie had started, Spencer had paused it again.
"Wait. You are saying yes?"
"Yes! How hard is it for your gigantic brain to grasp that fact?" Amelia said.
"Its just surprising is all…" He said, looking down at the cookies in his lap.
Amelia raised an eyebrow, "So you were expecting me to say no?"
"Yes, due to your general social distress from traumatic experience I would assume that you would be much more wary of me even though I am a completely non-threatening person and because usually I don't have the confidence let alone the charm to ask a girl out and even if I do she almost always says no because I have no experience in a relationship and I babble when I'm nervous and I have weird interests like Sci-fi movies and I think teaching myself about quantum physics is a fun way to spend a weekend and-"
Amelia cut him off with a quick kiss on the cheek, "As adorable as your nervous babble is, I would like to get involved and also continue watching this movie, eating junk food and enjoying being with you."
Spencer smiled, "I can deal with that."
Amelia returned the smile as he wrapped his arm around her and they settled in to watch the rest of the trilogy.
And they finally got together! Hope you guys like it so far.
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