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Packing it Up
Reid thought the next three weeks flew by like the jet through cloud-strewn skies. He spent most of the time packing up his apartment or working. He rarely saw Emily outside of work simply due to lack of time. Until she showed up on his doorstep the night before he was supposed to move into the new house.
He yelled, "Come in," very distractedly because he was trying to figure out a way to pack his beloved keyboard so that it didn't get hurt in the move.
"Why isn't the door locked?" Emily said as she tried to figure out a way to get through the maze of boxes, furniture, and other packing materials without tripping and falling.
Reid glanced up, a huge smile on his face, which turned to utter horror as he watched her step over a small pile of newspaper he'd, shredded for packing cushion.
"Don't move!" He shouted.
She froze like a deer in the headlights with one foot on the opposite side of the pile and the other foot where she'd left. "What the hell?"
"You shouldn't be in here. It's too dangerous."
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the living room. She nearly stumbled over a box sitting haphazardly and bumped against him. "See," He said anxiously. "It's a death trap out there."
He pushed her into a chair at the table stacked with boxes labeled for the kitchen. "I was fine until you grabbed me." She rubbed at her wrist. "You're the one that nearly made me trip."
"I'm glad to see you, but all this stuff around is too dangerous. You should go home."
"I'm still capable of helping you."
His eyes went huge in his face. He gulped and squeaked. "You don't need to help me. You need to rest."
"I'm not a fragile porcelain doll." She shouted in irritation. "You're treating me like an invalid."
"Emily I-"
"I come over to see you because you and I have barely seen each other in three weeks and you don't even kiss me. Why are you so mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you."
He'd gone to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. He brought it back to her leaving it on the table next to her. She reached out and touched one of his hands. "I thought you were okay with moving into the house alone."
"I am. I just don't want you or the baby to get hurt."
She picked up the bottle of water and took off the lid. Her eyes followed him as he went back to the cabinet and began rummaging through it.
"Spencer… Please don't turn your back on me."
"I'm looking for packing tape." He said. "I could swear I left some in this cabinet."
"Thanks for the water." She stood up as Sergio ran into the room and wound between her feet. "I think its better that I leave."
He whipped around so fast his feet slipped and he stumbled into the corner of the kitchen counter. "Ow… Damn it!" His hand went to his side and he rubbed at the site were his torso had hit the counter.
Emily hurried to his side and made him go into his unorganized bedroom and sit on the bed. Sergio followed them and jumped up on the bed with Reid.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Let me see it"
"No… I'm fine I need to get the rest of the packing done."
"Let me see." She insisted.
"Fine, but I'm okay."
She lifted his blue and white pinstriped shirt and the blue sweater vest he wore. There was a slight scrap to the skin and it was a bit red, but not bad. "It looks okay." She said.
"I told you I'm fine."
"I'll just leave. I can see I'm just making you upset. I'm sorry." She stood up and went to the door of his bedroom.
"Please don't go." He said in a voice so fully of misery she couldn't walk away. "I'm sorry. I'm trying to give you the space you need to decide when you want to move in. I was just wishing that I could spend more time with you and you show up. "
Emily came back to the bed, sat down and began petting Sergio. The cat purred in contentment that Emily envied with all of her soul.
"I came because I missed you. It's been a long three weeks. I just wanted to see you outside of work."
Reid suddenly clutched at his head. "Oh God… The light." He spoke through gritted teeth.
She switched off the bedside light, leaving only the light from the hall to illuminate the room. "Get into bed." She ordered him.
"I can't. I've got more packing to do."
"I'll call Morgan and he'll make you get into bed."
"I don't need any of you bullying me." He pulled away from her and stood up swaying on his feet as though he'd been drinking all afternoon.
"You're in pain Spencer. Where's the prescription that doctor gave you?"
"I don't want them. They make me sleepy."
Emily put Sergio on the floor. The cat hissed at her and ran out of the room with his tail in the air. "You'll take the pills because you're scaring me."
He nodded. "They're still in the medicine cabinet. I didn't know if I'd need them." He hung his head.
She pulled him into her arms. "Taking something for the pain doesn't make you less of a man Spencer Reid. They're not narcotic."
He finally wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry Emily. Please don't leave me here tonight. I miss you so much."
"I'm not going anywhere."
She left him sitting on the edge of the bed while she fetched his pills. Her hands shook as he opened the bottle and shook out the medicine into her hand. She found more bottled water in the refrigerator and brought it back to him. If only the doctors could tell him what was wrong. She'd give everything she had to take away his pain.
"Here." She handed him the pill and the water and watched as he took the medicine.
She stayed with him until he fell asleep. She got him out of his clothes and pulled the covers up around his shoulders. She left the room with Sergio on the bed. The cat had come back as Emily had taken off Reid's shirt. She decided that the cat with him was fine this time. "Take care of him." She whispered and then went to make a phone call.
"Where's my baby cake?" Garcia asked as she and JJ entered Reid's apartment.
"Shh…." Emily brought her finger to her lips.
She indicated the shut door to Spencer's bedroom. "He's sleeping."
"Are you going to tell us what's going on?" JJ whispered as she put her purse on the kitchen table. "You call and say there's an emergency here and it freaked me out."
"I'm sorry. I can't tell you. I just need you two to help me finish packing up this place for the move tomorrow."
"Well of course angel face." Garcia said. "We'll help you." She glanced at the closed bedroom door.
"I know you both care about him." Emily said. "I'm glad he has you both, but please don't ask questions. I made a promise."
Garcia and JJ nodded in unison. "We promise."
"Let's get to work."
Two hours later, JJ taped up the last box. "There," She laid down the tape dispenser and sat down on the only clear space on the couch.
"Thank you so much." Emily said as she stretched her arms over her head and winced.
"Are you sure you you're okay?" JJ asked.
"I'm fine; I'm just a little tired."
Garcia put and arm around Emily's shoulder. "Come on. We'll walk you out."
"I'm not leaving. It's bad enough that he has to move into that big house alone. I'm not leaving him on his last night here."
"Emily," JJ began.
"You don't have to say it JJ. Please just try to understand."
JJ picked up her bag. "I do understand. Remember that I turned up pregnant on accident too." She said.
"After you and Will had been dating for a year. You didn't leave him devastated and thinking you were dead. You didn't come back, fall into bed, and get pregnant. He hated me up until five months ago."
"He didn't hate you Emily. He's loved you for as long as I can remember." Garcia put in.
Emily dropped down in the space vacated by JJ. "Did everyone know that except for me?"
Her friends nodded. "We didn't say anything because it wasn't our place." JJ said.
"I fee like such a fool."
"As well you should," Garcia said. "You've got a good man in there Emily. You need to decide what you're going to do about it."
She sat there for ten minutes after they left just staring at her shoes and wondering how to fix the mess, they were in.
When he opened his eyes to the light of a new day three things presented themselves to him. His headache was gone, Sergio was sleeping on the chair next to the bed and Emily was curled up next to him. He couldn't remember how she'd got there, but he was happier than he'd been in days to have her warmth next to him.
"Hey," she'd pushed up on her elbows and was looking at him with sleepy eyes and a smile. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"I feel good. What happened?"
"You needed your pills last night. You fell asleep about nine, it's a little after seven right now."
"I guess I must have been tired."
"You were."
He lay back and stared up at the ceiling. "Oh!" He sat up and pulled away from Emily. "I've got to get busy. The guys are going to be here in two hours. I still have to pack -"
She stopped him by climbing into his lap and kissing him. "Don't worry about it. It's done."
"You shouldn't have -"
"I didn't do it. I called JJ and Garcia. They helped me."
He went red in the face. "You told them about me. I thought I could trust you. You said you wouldn't tell anyone." He pushed her away and jumped out of bed. He yanked on his robe and went to his closet. "I want you to leave."
"I didn't tell them. Do you really think I would do that to you?"
Her voice cracked like a whip to his heart. He dropped the pants he'd pulled out of the closet and turned back to fact her angry face.
"I'm sorry. I keep messing it up."
She sat up and reached for her shirt. "No, I'm the one that keeps messing it up. I think it's time for me to go."
"Please don't leave. I liked waking up with you." He hurried back to her side and sat on the bed. "At least let me make you breakfast. It won't be fancy, just some cereal and milk I haven't packed up. "
"I think that sounds wonderful." She smiled at him and rubbed her belly. "It's great being able to eat without throwing it up again."
"I'm sure." He laid his hand on her belly. "Hi baby. It's daddy. I can't wait to meet you. Be good and just grow strong and healthy."
"I love you." Emily said.
"I love you too."
"How about we get you ready to move?"
He sighed. "It's going to be a huge job."
"Yes it is, but one of the reason's I wanted to see you today is that I have a surprise for you."