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From the FBI station in Quantico it had taken them forty-five minutes to arrive to a one-story home in a suburban area. The house seemed completely normal, green grass that was parted at an angle for the stony pathway that led from the driveway to the front door. The roofing had dark tile, but the house was crème colored with brick red accents around the windows. Along the front was a small garden which consisted of a few decorative rocks, small trees, and colorful shrubs. The houses were relatively close together, closer than Gabrielle would have liked.

Hotch stood before his team. "Alright, it's decided, she will be placed in a safe house in Chester, Virginia."

Reid lifted his hand from the table a little to get Hotch's attention. "Will we be switching off on who will be with her?"

Hotch shook his head. "No, I've actually decided it would be best if you were her primary guard."

Reid's eyes widened and he nearly choked on his spit. "W-what?"

Morgan looked to Reid. "Don't be surprised man. It's obvious she is comfortable around you." He twisted in his chair slightly, going from side to side. "You must have said or done something to make her trust you."

Hotch nodded. "Exactly why you are going. It would be easiest on her for the time being. Is it a problem for you?"

Reid didn't know what to say. Of course it wasn't a problem for him but had anyone asked her? "No, but I'm not exactly the strong type."

"I don't think that's what she needs right now." Hotch said. "Grab your go-bags and I'll give you the address for the house."

Reid put the SUV into park and removed the keys from the ignition. "This is it." He fiddled with the keys awkwardly. It hadn't been his intention at all to be the one to stay with her until the unsub was caught but somehow he landed the job. Morgan had been strangely adamant about not going even though Reid felt he would be the best candidate for the situation. He doubted he could make her feel very safe at all with his lanky limbs. But he would try his hardest.

Gabrielle stared out the front window and took in her new surroundings. She had never been further than Quantico before and being somewhere unfamiliar wasn't making her feel safe at all.

Reid cleared his throat. "Y-you said you were hungry, right?"

She looked over to him and nodded.

"Well, I can try to make you something if you'd like?" He offered.

Gabrielle shook her head too quickly. "You're already doing too much."

Reid unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed his door open, avoiding her gaze to hide his frown. "I beg to differ." He said under his breath.

Following his lead, Gabrielle stepped out of the vehicle as well moving to the trunk. "Ah, no, I've got the bags. Let's get some food in you." He moved to her side of the SUV to walk with her to the door but she stayed in her place.

"Let's just get the bags now, I'm not comfortable with them being out." She clenched her fists briefly before releasing them.

Reid frowned. "That's the eleventh time you've done that with your hands since we've left the station." He reached out for her hand and grasped it gently, touching his thumbs against her palm. "Clammy and shaky." His expression became nervous. "The bags can wait, let's get you food."

She let out a deep breath she hadn't known she was holding. "Fine, food first."

Reid seemed pleased she hadn't really argued with him about it. "Okay, this way." They walked up the smooth path way to the front door and Reid let her in. "The kitchen is right down the hall to the right, I'll get the bags."

She nodded and walked down the hall until she came across the kitchen. It was a moderately sized space with an island in the center with a top that extended out far enough to act as a breakfast bar. It also had the stovetop on it. The flooring was mahogany and the wall was painted a crème color, the cupboards painted white.

Gabrielle stood in the entry way for a moment before stepping inside. The kitchen had a cozy feel to it, it reminded her of her parent's kitchen. She always loved lounging around to watch her mom cook and be her taste tester. The thought of her family was warming but also painful. She couldn't imagine facing them now.

Making her way towards the pantry she pulled it open and looked over her options. She didn't want anything that would require any preparation. She just wanted to eat as soon as she could. Her eyes finally found a box of strawberry Pop-Tarts and she snatched the box from the pantry and opened the top a little impatiently.

Over the crinkling wrapper she heard footsteps nearing her and she turned to face the entry way, still fiddling with the wrapper. When Reid came into view she noted his frown. "What?"

He looked her in the eyes, still frowning. "You can't remember the last time you ate so you are going to have a pop-tart?"

It was her turn to frown. "I don't have patients for the oven or microwave right now." She pulled a piece of the pastry from its pouch and popped it in her mouth.

"You're going to get a stomach ache." He said pulling the pantry open. "I told you I could cook for you."

"And I told you, you are already doing too much." She pulled the other piece out and began consuming it quickly. She could feel her stomach devouring the food painfully but she wasn't going to admit to him that he was probably right. He was smart after all, she was sure he knew he was right.

Reid shook his head, shrugging slightly. "Because I want to."

Gabrielle paused and looked at him for a moment. "You don't even know me, though. Why would you want to?"

"Because it's what you need." He smiled lightly.

She opened her mouth to reply but no words came to her mind. She sighed and leaned against the counter, resting her palm in her hand and elbow on the countertop. The urge to eat left her and confusion filled her.

Reid approached her cautiously. "Are you alright?"

She put her free hand up before lifting her head up to look at him. "I'm fine." She put the pop-tart down on the counter and dusted her hands off. "Where is my room?"

He pointed to the pop-tart. "You aren't going to finish?"

Gabrielle tilted her head slightly to the side, her eyebrows furrowing together as sadness filled her eyes. "Please, Spencer?"

Reid nodded and turned to leave the kitchen. "I'll show you." He said.

Gabrielle followed him out of the kitchen and down the hall. The house was a decent size for a one story building and the color scheme throughout the house was bright, soft colors. It reminded her of her apartment.

As they turned the hall, there were two doors down the hall, Reid led her to the second door and opened it, stepping inside so she could walk through as well. "There is a bathroom in here so you can have maximum privacy and I'll get your bags for you." He said leaving the room.

Upon walking in the bedroom, there was a desk to the left against the wall and a few steps away from the desk was a bathroom. The walls were painted a soft minty green color and the carpeting was beige. There was a chair and foot stool along the wall on the opposite wall of the queen sized bed that had dark green and white silky sheets on top of it, and dark green pillows.

"Thank you." Gabrielle said walking around the room slowly, examining where she would be stay for God knew how long. The thought was depressing. She made her way to the bed and sat on the edge, kicking her shoes off and began removing her jewelry, setting it on the nightstand. How long was she going to have to stay with him? How long would she be wasting his precious time?

She shook her head trying to get the thoughts from her mind. She pulled the hair tie from her wrist and wrapped her hair quickly in a bun that sat on top of her head. Sleep was the only thing she wanted to do now, she wanted it to be her escape. She unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it on the floor beside her shoes.

"Where do you want your ba—ah! I'm sorry, I should have knocked." Reid closed his eyes tight and turned his body around so his back was facing the door. He felt his face get hot with embarrassment. There was no way he could have known she was undressing and he was suddenly wishing she could have at least closed her door to save him the awkwardness.

"Spencer, I'm in a t-shirt." She said calmly.

Reid turned around and sighed. "Different colored tops through me off…" He said still feeling a little awkward. In one hand he had two of her bags and in the other he had her rolling suitcase. "Um, where do you want these?"

Gabrielle pointed to the end of her bed. "There is fine." She said softly.

He nodded and set her things down carefully. "I'm assuming you are preparing to go to bed early?"

"Is that alright?" She asked hesitantly.

"Oh o-of course, you don't need to ask. I'll be sure to keep quiet and not disturb you." He said stepping out into the hall. "Call me if you need anything." He grabbed the door and pulled it closed.

"Stop!"

Reid's eyes widened and he pushed the door back open.

"Don't close it, please." Gabrielle said breathing heavily as fear spread through her quickly and unexpectedly. "I'm sorry. I-I just want to see…is all." Being closed off in a room was the last thing she wanted after being stuck in one for so long. She closed her eyes and sighed trying to calm down. "I have to sleep now." She said pulling the blankets up and burying her face in the soft pillows.

Reid felt guilt build up in his chest and something told him to comfort her but he knew that it wasn't a good idea. Was it? She did seem less angry with him and that made him wonder if she needed something different from him? Did she want comfort? Did she want it from him?

He sighed. "Sleep well."

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