Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN CM! I only own my strange (to most ousiders) obsession (which i don't think it's a strong enough word) for the Adorkable Genius (copyright me) otherwise known as our dear Dr Spencer Reid.

Chapter Eleven: Clubbing

Summer's POV

Hotch came over and asked how I was. "I'm fine." I assured him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. "When are we leaving?" I asked.

"Just as soon as we finish the paper work." He said.

"Okie dokie."

"Summer?" Spencer's voice sounded a little off.

"Yes?" I said.

"Um, here this is yours." He said holding up my mother's necklace.

"Ohmigoddess! My necklace!" I said grabbing my neck. "I hadn't even noticed it was gone!" Hotch smiled ever so slightly.

"I'll let you two talk." He said, winking at me and walking away. I smiled at Spencer. "Can you put it on me?" I asked.

"Um, sure." He replied. I turned around and held up my hair. Spencer slipped the slender silver chain around my neck and clasped it.

"There." He said. I looked at him.

"Thank-you." He smiled.

"You're welcome." He said, blushing.

"Summer. Reid." Morgan called.

Summer Reid… I like the sound of that… I thought. I smiled. "Yeah what's up?"

"Emily, JJ and I are gonna go clubbing tonight. Want to come along?" Morgan asked.

"Sure as long as I get to shower and change into my own clothes first." I said.

"Of course, baby girl." Derek said.

Back at the hotel I changed in to this: http:/www(dot)polyvore(dot)com/ clubbing /set?id=30232451. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I've always hated how I looked. I've never thought I was pretty .I could never understand why so many guys were into me. I swiped a little extra mascara on, glossed my surprisingly un-bruised lips, and covered the bruises that appeared elsewhere on my face. As, I continued to stare, the was a small knock at my door. "Coming." I called. It was Spencer. "Hey."

"Morgan sent me up here to make sure you're alright." He said. I giggled. Spencer looked so cute.

"Oh, Spencer," I sighed. "You're so…adorkable." He raised an eyebrow.

"Summer, adorkable is not a word."

"It's my word" I said.

"It's not a word at all." He argued. I grabbed my room key, slid it into my purse and walked into the hallway, shutting the door behind me.

"Spencer, I have an IQ of 193, you of 187. I do believe we both are considered geniuses and would know if adorkable is actually a word or not. And it does not matter because it's just a word real or not." I said, walking towards the elevator. "And it describes you perfectly."

"How can a nonexistent word describe me?" He asked.

"Easy. You're adorable and a major dork. See, adorkable." I explained. Spencer blushed as we stepped into the elevator. I smiled. "Well, you're more than adorable." I said.

"How are you?" He asked.

"A little better now that I've changed." I messed with my mother necklace. It was a major lie. I was scared. I don't think I'll ever get over this. I mean could you, if you were forced to marry someone that beat you and raped you every night? And of course I blamed myself. Not that I would admit that aloud.

"You look really nice, by the way." Spencer said. I blushed.

"Thank-you. You look nice too." I replied. Prentiss, Morgan, and JJ were waiting for us in the lobby.

We walked to the club, which was only right down the street, rather than taking a drive. The music in the club was loud, which was good. I enjoyed the blasting beat, it helped me clear my head of any memory of my most recent time in captivity. Very much unlike myself, I sat at the bar by myself.

"Hey Summer, put down the glass and come and dance." JJ called from the dance floor.

"I'm good." I called back. I wanted to be as alone as I possibly could get, but I also wanted to be surrounded by people. I know, I'm weird, but it's one of my best qualities. Morgan and Spencer were sitting a seat away.

"Ask her to dance." Morgan said.

"I don't know how to do this type of thing." Spencer said. I smiled. I loved his adorkableness.

"Man, I do not know what to do with you." Morgan replied.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Spencer asked, as the bar tender refilled my martini glass. I sipped my drink.

"Alright guys and gals, grab that special someone. It's time to slow it down." The DJ said. I snorted. Who comes to a club to slow dance?

"Look here's your chance. Ask her." Morgan said.

"Fine." Spencer sighed. He walked over toward me. "Hey, um, would you like to, um-"

"Come on. The song will be over before you even ask." I said pulling him on to the dance floor. I placed my hands around his neck and he hesitantly placed his on my waist. I laid my head on his shoulder.

"Summer can I ask you something?" Spence asked. I lifted my head.

"You know you can ask me anything." I replied.

"Really?"

"Yes, of course."

"What you wrote, did you mean it?" he asked blushing and looking down.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"You said you loved me, did you really mean it?" I smiled sweetly at his awkwardness.

"Yes I do. I really, truly do love you." I blushed slightly. "Do you," I looked away, "L-love-love me?"

Quintuple update! Wow! Well, my dear readers, you are almost caught up to those reading on Quizilla. They're only 3 chapters bafore you. I have this story all written out on paper; all i have to do is type it up. My poor aching fingers... I'm always open for advice, though you might not see it for a couple of chapters, I always take everything into consideration.