Oh lord, it seems to have taken me forever to get a new chapter up, but I've had awful writers block when it comes to this fic, but hopefully I'll manage to get a good few chapters up after this one in the next week or so :]
Reviews would be very, very much appreciated.
Chapter 13.
Ebony walked along the road, her duffel bag over her shoulder, she didn't know where she was going to go; Spencer would look for her at her house. But she knew she couldn't go home, she hated her home. It was too empty. She made her way towards the nearest bar just as it started to pour of rain. She didn't run, but slowed down; allowing the rain to hit off of her face and body. Her long white blonde hair was drenched, her make up was running and she could hardly believe what she had done the past year. She'd given up everything for Spencer. Drinking, getting high, just so that he would trust her. And for what, to be let down again. She walked into the bar soaking wet and managed to get a good few looks from the males of which were playing pool near the entrance. It wasn't busy and she walked straight up to the bar and sat down she took five wet notes from her back trouser pocket and put them on the bar. The bar tender walked over almost immediately.
"Get me the strongest you've got, a bottle and a glass of ice." She stated, her russian accent seemed to shock the bartender slightly she thought to herself. He brought over a bottle of tequila and sat it down with a glass of lime, and a glass of ice.
"Half price, just for you." He said as he took the ten dollars she had laid out on the bar, she stuffed the other forty back into her pocket as she poured herself a good few mouth full's of tequila into the glass of ice. She gulped it before sucking one of the pieces of lime she had been given. 'It's time to go back to your old ways Ebony, that's all you were meant for. You could get a flight straight back to London, New York or Russia. Just go home, find a home. Find a new Spencer a new…' She couldn't stop the tear rolling down her cheek as she sat, pouring herself more tequila. She brought her cell phone from her duffel bag and flipped it open, 11 missed calls from Emily, 3 from Derek and nothing from Spencer. She found it ridiculously ironic that the one person she then cared for, did no longer care for her enough to call. Maybe she was borderline personality disorder, she thought to herself. 'Do I crave attention all the time?' she twisted her face at the thought and decided against the idea. All she'd wanted all this time was to be alone, but Spencer dragged her into this world of wanting to feel needed. Her wet hair hung around her face as she held her head in her hands. She must have sat for at least an hour before finally picking up the bottle of tequila and her duffel bag; before exiting the bar. Back out into the rain of which was still pouring. She didn't want to go home, she couldn't go home. They knew where she lived they'd look for her. There were so many thoughts running through her head at one time she couldn't think to separate each of them from each other. Ebony carried on sipping at the bottle as she walked along the road side. She could hardly see straight now, and walking by the side of cars was becoming a definite chore. Yet she realized she had a long while to walk to the nearest shelter and carried on. She heard her phone ringing in her pocket, buzzing and irritating her. She took it out along with the squashed packet of cigarettes and a lighter, she sparked up as she glanced at who was calling. She was almost surprised when she saw that Spencer's name filled the screen.
"Spencer, how nice of you to call." Ebony stated as she answered the phone, Spencer knew almost immediately that she was slurring her words; and he almost felt a wave of relief when he realized she had been drinking, as he knew that Ebony never mixed heroin with alcohol.
"I'm sorry Ebony." Spencer replied, hoping that even through her drunkenness she would understand him and his inability with words.
"You don't tell a girl with abandonment issues, that you regret meeting her. You just don't Spencer." She slurred, her anger of earlier on in the evening seemed to have now turned to hurt.
"I know, I was wrong but I'm apologizing and I've never meant an apology so much in my life Ebony; please come home." Spencer could feel Derek's eyes on him as he spoke, and he had to force himself to keep back tears.
"Can you come get me?" Spencer heard Ebony state quietly after a pause of which to Spencer, felt like an eternity.
"Of course I can come and get you, where are you?" Spencer asked; he could hardly believe that she had given in so easily. He couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing.
"I'm on 5th and west I think, by the motorway." Ebony replied as she twirled around, looking at where she was.
"Give me five minutes." Spencer replied as he hung up and grabbed his coat, staring at Derek for a few seconds before he exited.
"You know Derek, she's my life now. Whether she's messed up or not, I love her, and even though you or Emily or anyone think that she's incapable of returning that, it doesn't matter. Because I know, I know how she works and I know that it takes time for the scars from her past to heal and its going to take longer than a year t break through. I got her passed the violence, passed the drugs, and now I'm just working on breaking through the hurt, but I know her. I know her." Spencer stated calmly.
"How do you know you can break through that Reid, she's broken, you know that. Sometimes I think you just want something to fix, other than yourself." Derek replied, the concerned, brotherly look upon his face.
"I'll see you later Derek." Spencer exited the room, getting in his car and beginning the short drive to get Ebony.
Spencer could see Ebony sitting from a mile away, her long white blonde hair glowed in the moon light like nothing he'd ever seen before. She was facing the view of the city lights, sitting on the pavement with her legs crossed, cigarette between her fingers.
"6 minutes." Spencer said as he walked up to her, she turned around shocked to see him.
"And I'm not even wearing red lipstick." Ebony replied with a sigh, looking ashamed as she stood up and put the cigarette out on the ground. She walked over to Spencer who stood awkwardly, more awkward than usual. "Don't do that again, not unless you mean it. Only tell me you regret me when you don't want me anymore, only when its obvious." Ebony cried a little as she spoke, and Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, her petite arms embracing his shoulders passionately.
"I'm so sorry Ebony." Spencer muttered as they separated.
"You I know I try, to be normal and to get over all of these issues I've had for years. It's just that sometimes I wonder if its possible for me to get over everything that's happened. I came to a decision tonight, the decision that I wont take drugs or drink alcohol or…walk around the BAU like I own the place." She laughed nervously, and Spencer smiled a little as he listened. "I finally agreed with myself, I don't want to spend the rest of my life struggling or intimidating people, or with a lack of humanity. And I'm giving you an option right now…we can stay together or we could break up; right now, no consequences no guilt trips…nothing, just a easy way out." Ebony stated in all seriousness.
"As much as I like the sound of an easy way out, no. We fit together, I plan to keep it that way." Spencer replied with a smirk, before resuming his place with his hands on Ebony's hips as they embraced each other in a passionate kiss as the cars on the motorway rushed past.