A/n: Okay, now for the long awaited next chapter. I'm sorry I know I said that this was my first priority and that I haven't updated this in a while, but don't judge please. I've written this entire story out I just have to type it up and I never have the time. I am always open to suggestions, mainly on the topics of dating, because all though Summer claims they're together, they've yet to go on a date. I have one planned out before they leave Charlotte, but other than that their dateless. So please ideas.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything other than Summer and her crazed self.


Chapter 13 - Getting Closer

Summer's POV

"Ah! Stupid Griselda." I said. Hotch and Spencer stared at me. "When I was younger my best friend, well really just a close friend, killed herself. I kept her suicide note, seen as though her ultra-religious parents wanted nothing to do with their sinning daughter. My dad found it today and thought I wrote it. I guess he didn't believe me. But you guys don't need to worry, I'm not suicidal. I have too much to live for." I smiled looking at Spencer. He blushed and Hotch looked a little more worried than before.

"Hotch I'm fine, don't worry, I'm not going to kill myself." You have our dear Dr. Spencer Reid to thank for that, I added in my head. He didn't say anything. Heck, he hardly says anything when he's in that mood. "Look, it is 11:30. I'm tired and you two have work tomorrow. You need sleep, so get out of my room and go to bed." I said very mother-like.

"She's right." Hotch said. "We should go to bed." I smiled, pretty smugly, if I do say so myself. "Good night Summer. Reid." Hotch said letting himself out and making his way to his room. I waited till I heard his door shut before saying anything.

"Thank-you," I said. Spencer looked confused.

"For what exactly?" He asked a slight smile on his lips.

"For everything. You saved my life twice. I'm eternally grateful." I teased. I hugged him. "Thank-you. I love you." I whispered in his ear.

"I love you too." He replied. I smiled, remembering the night in the club only short time ago…

"You said you l-loved me? Did you mean it?" Spencer asked awkwardly. I smiled.

"Yes. Yes, I do. I really, truly love you." I replied blushing. "D-do y-you l-love-love me t-too?" I asked, looking away. I was so nervous. And it didn't help that we were in each other's arm on a much crowed dance floor. He was silent. I looked up. "Spencer? Will you answer me?" I asked, sounding a little desperate.

"Summer, I-I… Yes I do believe I do." He stammered. He smiled that favorite smile of mine.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, Summer Raine, I love you."

"Summer? Summer?"

"Huh? What?" I looked at Spencer. "Oh sorry," I blushed. "I was thinking about something."

"What were you thinking about?" He asked, sounding truly interested.

"That night at the club."

"Oh," He blushed.

"You were so adorkable that night." I said, placing my hand lightly on his cheek.

"Summer," He sighed.

"Oh don't start" I said, pushing him away.

"I'm sorry, adorkable in not a word. I just can condone the use of it." It was my turn to sigh.

"Spencer, dear, we've gone over this."

"I'm sorry, I can't." I sighed and flopped on my bed. I wasn't getting anywhere with him.

"Good night, Reid." I sighed.

"You're kicking my out?" Spencer asked.

"No, not necessarily. I'm simply implying that I am tired and going to bed. I could care less what you do." I replied, a little harsher than I intended to be.

"Oh, well, then, good night." Spencer said, turning to leave.

"You're not staying?" I asked disappointment clearly in my voice.

"Why would I?" he asked.

"Reid," I sighed. "I was under the impression that you wanted to make sure I was alright."

"You seem fine."

"I'm a good actress, Reid." I said, hinting I wanted him to stay and talk.

"Since when do you call me Reid?" he asked. I sat up.

"Since when are you this stubborn?" I countered, anger slipping in me voice.

"How am I stubborn?" he asked. I sighed and stood up.

"There are six billion people in the world, Reid. That's twelve billion hands to hold and twelve billion eyes to gaze into. Six billion lips to whisper the only words I ever need to hear. It's funny how I don't have to meet a single one of those people to know that you are the one who was meant for me." I said.

"I chose you, Spencer. And I've sat here with my heart on my sleeve, yet you- you," I sighed. "You are the most amazing guy I've ever met. I've fallen head over heels for you. I want you, forever. I'm totally and desperately in love with you."

"I-I don't know what-" I cut him off.

"Reid, just go. Don't say anything." I said, turning away.

"Summer I-"

"Go please." I said sitting back down as tears started falling silently. I heard the lock turn.

"No." I turned.

"What?" He sighed.

"Summer, I'm new at this, so I don't know what to say or do. But I am smart enough to realize that you seem to need me." He said softly.

"Spencer?" I whispered incredulously, a smile played at my lips.

"What's wrong?" he asked sitting next to me on the bed. "I want to know what's troubling you." I smiled fully, which confused Spencer, as I plunged in to my troubles.


Spencer's POV

I don't know what it was about Summer that made me so… normal. There was something about her that had me slightly more confident around her. I didn't know what it was and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like this change. Summer really, truly was someone to confide in. One to… fall in love with… If that's what this was.

I looked down at the sleeping girl in my lap as I thought about everything she told me moments before. Gideon had been right to worry so much. I'm pretty sure if he had heard a small part of our conversation, he'd be much more worried. Heck, I was much more worried.

Summer squirmed and mumbled something that sounded liked "You stupid little kitty." I smiled and kissed the top of her head. She looked so young and at peace when sleeping. I yawned and tried to lie next to her without waking her up. She turned over and blinked awake. "What time is it?" she asked.

"A little after 3 am."

"Really? I've only been a sleep for an hour?" she asked. I nodded. "You're not asleep yet?"

"I've been thinking."

"Not about worrying over me, I hope."

"No, about the case," I lied.

"You're a bad liar," She said.

"You just know me too well," I said. She kissed me lightly on the lips before propping herself on her elbow.

"Spencer, there's no need to trouble yourself over me. I'm 25. I can take care of myself."

"You're only 24 you won't be 25 for another 11 days." I said. She smiled.

"You paid attention."

"Wasn't I supposed to?" I asked.

"I suppose." She said. I yawned. "You need to sleep, you've got a busy day tomorrow."

"And you don't?" I countered. She looked away.

"Not exactly. Hotch gave me the day off."

"Oh and you're not happy about that, are you?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She shook her head.

"No! How would you feel if there was a scumbag out there killing people and you couldn't to do a thing to help catch him? I don't think you would feel too good." She looked at me sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blow up at you. It's my Bipolarity." I sighed.


Okay, I know Spencer's a bit OOC this chapter but like he said, he's more confident and 'normal' with her.