This was a mega long chapter so once again its split into two parts. It would appear that when I started writing this fic that I didn't think much about actually organizing it well. But enjoy :]
Chapter 11.
He made his way into the ward and was greeted by a sympathetic JJ who had obviously made the effort to get out of the office early.
"Hey JJ." He said as he saw her before putting the bag more steadily on his shoulder.
"You should go in, she's been asking for you for about an hour and a half, they've levelled her serotonin so she's a lot more stable, I went in before and she talked to me for a bit, she's doing better but she's still not letting anyone else in. Oh and Hotch said you can have as much time as you want off, and he wanted to apologize for not contacting you or Ebony about the situation, he had to talk to the senior partners about what had happened before he made any contact." JJ said as she patted him a little on the shoulder.
"Thanks JJ." He said as he walked passed her, before stopping at the entrance of Ebony's room to look at Derek and Emily.
"Thank you." He said before going in, obviously feeling guilty for the way in which he had acted earlier.
"Hey…" Spencer said as he walked into Ebony's room, and saw her sitting neatly on her bed. When she saw him, her eyes seemed to go from absent, to…almost hopeful. She stood off the bed, and took hold of the drip stand and wheeled it as she walked over to him carefully, looking slightly pained as she done so. Spencer quickly set down the bag and rushed over to her, so as to stop her stressing herself to get to him. He held her waist in a protective manor, and as he did so, she said nothing, yet pulled him closer, wrapping her arms lightly around his shoulders. Spencer heard her sob gracefully as she did so. This sound brought an aching guilt to his stomach, he picked her up, as gentle as he could, making sure to hold the drip as he guided it in the direction he was going. He laid her down on the bed and she curled up a little, looking in his eyes with a sense of innocence. He smiled as he touched her cheek.
"I brought your books; I knew you'd want them." He said to her as he went to grab her bag, before sitting himself back down and opening it. Revealing the three books he had chosen to bring her.
"And I bet you knew just what ones to choose didn't you?" She smiled her face back to a slight normality.
"There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault." Spencer replied, smirking.
"Spencer Reid, the man who always knows, without even knowing it." She said thoughtfully with a small giggle.
Spencer took the book and walked around the other side of Ebony's bed, she instinctively moved over, as he sat on the side, resting back carefully on the number of propped up pillows and putting his feet up, kicking his shoes off to reveal one blue sock and one orange one. Ebony laid her head on his chest, and Spencer took a moment to appreciate the fact that she was still here.
"I…I think I might be, I'm…" Spencer began to tell Ebony, but couldn't for the life of him, get his words out."I know. Me too." Ebony said as she looked up at him, before he began reading from the first chapter of 'Don Quixote'.
Eleven days passed, with Ebony in the hospital and it had became very clear to everyone that visited her that she was going stir crazy. Derek and Emily walked into Ebony's hospital room, she had been moved out of the ICU and was now in a private room in recovery. They walked into her room to find Ebony dressed, her long blonde hair was tied up into a pony tail and she was wearing a pair of leather trousers and a green tank top.
"What the hell are you doing?" Derek asked, outraged at the fact she was out of bed.
"Sshh! They'll hear you." She replied in a harsh whisper.
"Damn right they'll hear me, are you sneaking out?" He asked.
"Well, I'm going crazy and, I'm Russian and…well if you must know I really need some vodka and real bed, with actual springs and food that doesn't come in a polystyrene tray, so get the hell out of my way." She said as she looked at them both.
Emily noticed the two long scars on Ebony's hip as she stood, looking fairly frail.
"Oh come on Emily, you know I'm a fucking slasher, big deal. Let me past." Ebony said as she grabbed her bag and tried to walk past Derek, of which was having none of it.
"You're Russian, really, never would have guessed." He said as he held her back. His sarcasm, and a smirk clear in his voice.
"I'll stay." She said as she backed off and sat herself heavily down on the chair by the bed.
"I know it's hard you being stuck in here, but if you behave they'll let you out a lot quicker." Emily said as she went and sat near Ebony on the bed.
"I know but this is just ridiculous, my last fit was like, 5 days ago. I'm on the methadone, I might go straight into quitting heroin…I'm fine, I'm alive aren't I?" Ebony said as she crossed her legs and looked at Emily, not in a judgmental way or a disliking; just showing she knew she was trying to help.
"Garcia was asking after you." Derek said as he sat down in one of the chairs.
"She was? I miss her." Ebony replied, sincerely.
"She misses you, told me to give you…this." Derek said as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper.
Ebony took it and opened it with a awaiting smirk.
"Ahaaha, oh Penelope." Ebony said with a grin, showing white teeth and the glimpse of a tongue bar.
"Hey, do you know if Spencer is…if he's okay?" Ebony asked as she looked up from the note that Garcia had written her.
"He's coping; he was just worried about you. The doctors had told him that, they were doing a psyche evaluation on you and it just freaked him out a little." Emily told her.
"Speak of the devil." Ebony smiled, looking a little embarrassed, which was unusual for her. Spencer stood in the doorway wearing a pair of black jeans, a shirt and a big olive green cardigan; he smiled at Ebony when he saw her. She looked so much better than she had done a few days earlier, her hair was the fullest it had ever been, and it framed her face perfectly.
Ebony stood up and walked over to him, hugging him, before realising that of course Emily and Derek were still in the room.
She cleared her throat, "Sorry…" She smirked and looked at Spencer.
"Are you getting out?" Spencer asked as he walked into the room.
"Yeah, why not? I need food, turns out heroin suppresses your appetite, I have a feeling I need pie." Ebony said as she looked at Spencer, Derek and Morgan.
"You're not going anywhere until I see a doctor allow you my friend." Emily said as she took Ebony playfully by the shoulders and sat her down.
"I'll go find someone." Spencer said as he smiled and walked out the room into the ward.
"Okay, what is going on with you two?" Derek asked with laugh.
"I know I mean, will you guys just, date and get it over with?" Emily said, joining in with Derek's laughter.
"He doesn't think he can trust me." Ebony smiled a little, but it was a smile of honesty, and a hint of sadness.
"That's why I went cold turkey with the heroin the other week, then I gave in and took this huge dose to double up on the cravings and…he thinks its there for his fault, that I ended up here. That's why he's been so awful the past two weeks." She said.
"He told you he didn't trust you?" Emily asked, confused.
"No but, keep in mind I am technically a profiler." Ebony replied.
"Miss. Alyona, we meet again." A doctor said as he came into the room, followed by Spencer.
"Stand up for me please." The doctor asked.
"Ahh, the gloriously fruitful doctor Lim. How may I be of service?"
Ebony said as she skipped up and bowed to the doctor, obviously making a full out of him in a humorous manor.
"Scales." The doctor said, well, demanded.
Ebony hopped on the scales and stood gracefully without even trying. Spencer looked at her and smiled a little, he didn't understand how he was always so impressed or charmed by her.
Derek noticed Spencer's smile.
"8 stone, perfect. Arms please." The doctor said as Ebony stood off the scales and held her arms out to him.
"Yours tracks aren't as prominent, means the veins are healing."
He said.
"Bout time huh?" Ebony smiled cheekily at the doctor, he did nothing but glance up at her.
"What's next? Bend over?" Ebony asked sarcastically, Emily, Derek and Spencer had no time to stop them bursting out in sniggers.
"Top, up. I need to see your stomach." He asked.
Ebony lifted up her top to reveal a handful of gashes and bruises marking her feminine yet much toned stomach, along with that of her tattoo of which stated something in Russian just below her belly button.
"Good, good. Methadone, what you doing with it? Carrying on taking it and reducing it, or are you going back to needles?" The doctor asked.
"Little bit of both?" Ebony made a face before hitting the doctor playfully on the arm. She received a disgruntled look from him of which made the three profilers snigger slightly yet again between each other.
"I hope your joking because in no way am I pumping your stomach again without entering you into a drug rehabilitation unit. You're free to leave Miss. Alyona, your guns are in the safe at the desk. You can fill in the form for there return there. I hope to never see you in this hospital again." The doctor stated, as he finally gave a small smile before exiting the room. Bowing his head a little at Spencer, Derek and Emily.
"I think he likes me." Ebony smiled cheerfully as she looked around for her bits and pieces.
"Oh yeah, that's likely." Emily said as she smirked at Ebony.
"Hey Derek, can you grab my other bag from that cupboard over there?" Ebony asked before he
"Sure." Derek replied as he crossed the room to the cupboard, opening the door and grabbing the black duffel bag.
"Jesus, Ebony what the hells in here?" Derek asked.
"Guns and knives and shit, what do you think?" Ebony said, in all seriousness. Spencer smiled, not at her, but just in generel at the thought of her. She amazed him, even with a brain as fantastic as his, he could not work her out. She caught him looking at her, and returned a smile with her eyes. Sly.
"Hey did, that guy return?" Emily asked.
"Viggo? Err, yeah, yeah he did." Ebony replied as she took her leg holsters from the duffel bag and loaded them each with a gun, she did this in such a masculine way.
"And…" Emily willed her on, Derek and Spencer eager for an answer also. Considering Spencer hadnt been told about this appearance. He was was worried and intrigued at the same time.
"I could be taken back to Russia to marry him. Oh yes please, be still my beating heart." Ebony had an expression of humor and disgust on her face.
"He proposed to you?" Spencer blurted out in confusion and complete and utter disgruntlement."Hells yeah he did. My face, looked exactly like that." Ebony stated motioning towards Spencer.
"Well, what'd you say?" Spencer asked, with the same look on his face.
"I said no genius. Infact I think my exact words were something along the lines of…be still my beating heart, no please be still my beating heart so I don't have to answer that question." Ebony replied.
"Oh good." Spencer said, looking distractedly towards the ground.
"Oh good?!" Emily asked as she looked towards Spencer confused, practically in since with the expression on Dereks face.
"I just meant…like, oh good. Because he's all russian-esque." Spencer replied, trying desperately to cover up.
"Hey, over here. Small blonde kid with the accent. Where do you think I'm from, Holland?" Ebony replied with a hint of laughter.
"Oh no, I know you're Russian, I just meant he's a dodgy Russian. You know, weird types…" Spencer flinched a little, a sly smile seemed to make itself apparent on Ebony's face at this point. Derek and Emily didn't understand exactly why Spencer and Ebony even bothered carrying on as if nothing was going on between them. Everyone knew, Hotchner, Rossi, Garcia definitely knew. Even though the rules amongst FBI agents 'socialising' clearly states that it shouldn't be done, it was clear that it was but frowned upon when it came to them, they were a strange couple. Ebony was so different around Spencer, and vice versa of course. They were such opposites that they were perfect for each other in the strangest of ways. Spencer knew how to calm her down, to settle her and pick her up when she was down. And Ebony knew just how to treat Spencer's intelligence, she ignored it completely, and because her intelligence also matched that of Spencer's to an extent, it helped in so many ways. Ebony could also get Spencer to show humanity, of course he had developed more equipped social skills over the years he had been in the FBI, Ebony just brought out that extra something in him.
"You know what I meant right?" Spencer asked, worried.
"Yes Spencer, I know what you meant." Ebony laughed looked over to Spencer with a sympathetic smile. She had attached all of her holsters now and looked fairly tomb raider style if she did say so herself.
"So do you know when you can come back to work?" Emily asked.
"Err, well no. Hotchner said that he'd evaluate my situation when I was feeling better. So I might not be coming back at all." Ebony smiled a little, giving a pathetic laugh as she took her pony tail out and let her hands run through her hair, letting the long blonde hair hit at her waist in curls and waves.
"What do you mean?" Spencer asked confused, Ebony always believed it to be humorous to confuse a genius.
"The FBI knew when they hired me from the CIA, that I was a handful, with a drug habit and a tendency to react in certain ways in certain situations. But I think the fact that Hotchner now knows the severity of my heroin habit it's a little bit different. You see when I was in the CIA, they kept me stable in my habit, made sure it didn't ever effect my work and so on, and it never did. But the FBI is different, they refused to actually keep me in my habit, said that they would give me added career prospects and a further pay increase if I was to quit…there for leading to my ultimate downfall." Ebony smiled a sad smile.
"I see. All you can do is show that your finished with the drugs, get help for it." Emily stated as she put an arm gently around Ebony's waist.
"Yeah I know, I'll do it, it's just difficult. Not just the heroin, I can do that but the fact I have nothing to hide behind now you know? I cant just take a hit when I want to get away from things, I need to deal with the shit I've seen now. I haven't had to do that, ever." Ebony said as she folded her hair behind her right ear.
"Hey, I've got something that might cheer you up." Spencer said with a slight smile on his face. Along with the look that he just couldn't resist surprising her.
"You have?" Ebony's face lit up as she followed Spencer out of the room. Derek and Emily shared a quick glance before grabbing Ebony's things and following.
Ebony ran up to Spencer's side, he was much taller than Ebony and seemed to tower over her, with a slight shy smirk as he realized she was looking up at him as she walked.
"You're staring at me." Spencer said with an awkward smile as he looked down towards Ebony.
"Yeah I know." Ebony grinned shyly. "I just like to look at you."