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Lost In Sadness
"Wow...you, uh, drew a lot of my stuff huh?" Spencer asked, his hands still shaking violently.
"Yeah. I think I missed you the most. There's no one quite like you Reid. Spencer. You're so amazingly honest. And you're so smart, and adorable, just and loyal. Really, you're so unique." Emily said, sending his heart into a butterfly frenzy.
"Uh...well, thanks. I guess." Reid muttered, fighting down a bout of nausea.
"Since when do you have to guess about anything?" Emily joked, scooting so close that he could smell her vanilla shampoo, and flowery perfume.
Intoxicated with the amazingness that was Emily Prentiss, Reid stuttered.
"Um...well...aha..." He just couldn't find words as he tried to shake the crazy thoughts that invaded his mind.
"Spencer...can I ask you a question?" Emily asked, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm aware I might be stepping over some boundaries..."
"Don't worry about it. The boundaries got blurry ages ago. Ask away." He said, and avoided her eyes as he traced the pattern on the wooden cabinet.
"Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm utterly out of my mind, and just being incredibly hopeful. But...I have to ask you...do you...am I...do you think we're just friends? Or are we...I mean what are your views...how do you feel...about...me?" She stuttered out, her eyebrows furrowing, and her lips shivering.
Reid felt his heart skip a beat. Was she...was she asking...he thought it was just him...but no...she...she had to be kidding, right?
"Wait...what...Emily..." He trailed off, unable to locate the right sentence.
"You know what, I was being stupid. I'm sorry. I'll go and get JJ or someone." Prentiss said, her face pink.
But before she could leave, Spencer grabbed her arm, albeit shakily, and he felt her stop.
"Don't go. Please. Never go again." He said meekly, and felt his nose sting with the promise of tears.
She turned around, her brown eyes connecting with his.
"I...I thought it was just me...I mean...wait, you do mean...like, uh..." He stuttered once again, and bit his lip.
"I mean, when I was in Paris, I found myself...I wanted...I wanted...you." Emily said, seeming like it took the life out of her to even say it.
"Emily...I thought...I mean it took me thinking you were dead to realize it...I want you...as well." He said, very awkwardly.
Prentiss seemed to fight with her resolve for a moment, sending his stomach aflutter. He watched as she sat down beside him again, and stared into his eyes, making him suck in a breath.
She was so...she was stunning. She was gorgeous. An enigma called Emily.
She leaned in and kissed his shaking forehead, her lips soft and warm. Her long hair fell near his face, brushing lightly on his cheeks.
"Em..." He said simply, barely a whisper.
"Spence."
XXX
"Emily's been in there a long time." JJ stated simply, lying on her fleece blanket.
They'd all set down sleeping bags, and some were lying down, other slumped against chairs. The lights had been dimmed, and the door shut. They'd decided to try and get some sleep, but of course none of them had managed to.
"That could be a good thing." Hotch stated, his phone illuminating his stressed face. He looked worn out, and JJ wondered if that's how she looked as well.
"Do you think she knows? About his feelings towards her?" Rossi asked, and JJ looked over to see him put his hands behind his head.
"I hope he tells her. They'd be so adorable." Penelope said, as she cuddles further into Derek's chest.
"I don't know if he has the guts." Morgan mused, kissing Pen's hair.
"Well...would it be betraying him if we...like, helped him? Gave her a little information and then asked if she could see it?" Seaver asked, rolling onto her stomach and resting her head on her hands.
"We couldn't do that to him, he wouldn't want us to." Hotch said with a tone of finality.
"But then what do we do? Wait back and watch him pine after her and have her clueless?" Garcia asked, holding Derek's hand.
"You know, she might be clueless about his feelings, but I think she has some of her own." Jayje said, sitting up.
"Excuse me?" David asked, turning onto his side in the dim lighting.
"Well, have you really looked at the way she looked at him? And think about their relationship before she...you know, fake died. She's the only one I've ever seen hold his hand. The only one who knew about his headaches. And the only reason she turned down his movie date was because of Doyle. I think...I think she might like him too." She further explained, and she watched as everyone raised their eyebrows in realization.
"Wow. So maybe we don't have to betray Reid to get the ball rolling. Maybe we keep the subject on her, and see where the conversation goes." Morgan suggested, and JJ nodded.
"Man, we're turning into annoying matchmakers." Hotch said, finally clicking his phone's screen off.
"Well what else do we have to do, my doves? I mean, Reid needs us to recover, especially Emily. We're just trying to help him get better, the only way we know how. As I've said before, I don't even play a doctor on TV, so how else can I help?" She asked with a wink, causing a few of them to chuckle lightly.
"I guess I see your point. We'll play it by ear, eh?" Seaver asked, mostly directed at Hotch.
"What other choice do we have, I feel like a jerk not doing more to help him." The unit chief finished the conversation.
They drifted into silence, their own thoughts consuming the cozy space in which they lay.
XXX
Morgan sat up as the door opened, light spilling into the room, nearly blinding him.
Once his eyes adjusted, he saw Emily move into the room, and shut the door.
"Hey." She whispered, for fear of waking anybody up.
"We're all awake, Em. Don't need to whisper." JJ said in a monotone.
"Oh, okay. So I have something important to tell you guys." She said, but Morgan spoke before she continued.
"Actually, we wanna ask you something first." He said, feeling Penelope tense against him.
"Okay?"
"Uh...someone else ask her, I can't do it." Morgan backed out, feeling heated.
"Don't look at me." Hotch said, and Seaver shook her head.
"Nuh uh." Rossi mumbled.
"Um...Em..." Jayje trailed off, and Derek looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh for the love of tiramisu! Emily, do you like our little Genius?" Garcia asked ubruptly.
Emily's face changed into a showing of surprise. Her lips pursed, and she tucked hair behind her ear lightly.
"Oh...guys..." She mumbled, and rubbed her forehead.
"Look, if you don't, just please don't hurt his feelings. He's been hurt enough Emily, he doesn't need rejection." Hotch added, and Morgan noted that he seemed too throw the 'keep the secret' resolve out the window.
"Guys,"
"No, Em, he really, really likes you." JJ explained, much like an overprotective mom.
"GUYS." Emily interrupted, catching their attention.
"He told me. After I told him how I feel. Alright?" She told them, sitting in a chair.
Morgan felt his heart leap.
"So...what? You like my Baby Boy? Are you together? Not? Tell me everything my Sugar Plum!" Garcia cooed.
"Chill out PG! I don't know what it is, and I don't know where it's going. How about we decide that after he recovers, huh?" Prentiss settled the argument, her eyes alight with an unknown happiness.
"Oh...right." Pen said sheepishly, and Derek tickled her side.
XXX
Reid put his forehead to the cold glass of the shower door. His nausea was overwhelming, and his entire body was aching.
His mind was swirling with outcomes, statistics, memories and emotions.
Suddenly a sharp pain rocketed through his stomach, causing him to gasp in pain, tears pushing against his eyes. The pain was electric, circling within his gut.
Another shock zinged through him, and this time he cried out in pain, the agony overwhelming.
His throat was hoarse, and his mind scared. He didn't understand what was happening, as this wasn't part of withdrawal the previous time.
He was beginning to feel dizzy, as another wave of pain rocketed through his veins, sparking and shocking along the way.
He tried to stand up and go get help, but he collapsed to his knees as agony shot through him once again.
Blackness taunted the sides of his vision, and he called out, not sure of the words leaving his dry throat.
He wished for Emily to come and hold him, to help him through this like a lifesaver. He wanted Morgan to help him, his strength allowing for them to move from the floor he was now collapsed on. He wanted Hotch to explain what was happening, because for once, he didn't know what the hell was going on. And he wanted JJ and Penelope to brush his hair with their fingers, comforting him. He'd even settle for Rossi or Seaver, as just their presence would aid him.
But nobody came when he called out. He was alone on the cold floor, curled into a ball, cheek pushed against the tile.
Finally, the agony induced blackness overtook him, covering him like a blanket as he gave in to the force, his eyes fluttering closed with a last whisper.
"Help..."
MHHM. What on earth is going on with our Spencer! Oh and to the person continually reviewing with comments such as 'this has turned into a terribly over-dramatic, stupid story' please, go ahead and sop reading if it that terrible.
Now, I did add this last part to hopefully lessen the matchmaker theme, but honestly, I can't please everyone.
Review NICELY, thank you.
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