The Bodyguard
Criminal minds fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal minds or it's characters but these story lines and Emma Frost are completely mine
Theme Music: Undisclosed desire by Muse. / Save me by Shinedown / Again by Flyleaf / Check Yes, Juliet by We The Kings / I don't care by Fall out boy / Start All over by Miley Cyrus / Fly by Hilary Duff
Chapter twenty-one:
Spencer walked to the mail-box, mind on nothing particular but Emma was laying in the grass in the shade of the trees and enjoying the warm autumn breeze. It was a nice day so they pulled out a blanket and laid it down on the grass, books and boxes full of pictures that Emma had found, they were going to go through it when the mail-man passed by so Spencer went to retrieve it.
That's when through the trees, he saw the greasy blond haired man who's eyes seemed narrowed but glowing from behind the bush he hid behind. Spencer's heart stopped as the man strut around the bush. The man was wearing long black pants that seemed abnormally baggy and possibly painted over. It looked like he had worn the pants in a bath of black tar that had ripped and torn the pants along the legs. He was wear a ankle length leather coat that was ripped and torn, along with a long brimmed hat that covered most of his face when he didn't look directly at Spencer in the eyes.
"Hello Spencer Reid… how is are you doing? Still good on supplies…No need to thank me" His voice was cold and hit Spencer down to his bones and that's when Spencer went to jump at the man but the mail truck came back up and when Spencer rushed to the other yard, he found the man wasn't there and the mail-truck was speeding off. It didn't even drop off the mail for any of the other houses.
"Spence!" He jumped and ripped around, looking to Emma as she sat up and eyed him. "Spence, you getting the mail?"
"Yea" He walked coldly towards the mail and felt his heart begin to race as he saw a white package inside the mail-box, and inside were bottles of Dilaudid, all prescribed to other men and women, all but Spencer.
Was this man stealing them from other people? Who was he and how did he know where Spencer lived. Spencer dumped the package directly in the garbage, throwing a bag over the contents and walking back with the other few papers. One was a letter from his mother, one a letter from Emma's mother, bills, junk mail, etc.
He handed Emma her mothers letter before opening his own. Compared to Emma's letter, his was pathetic. Her mother had filled the package to the brim with little chocolates, little nick-knacks, and pictures of her in the garden or working on things, with her friends. Then a picture that Emma burst out into laughter and handed it over to Spencer.
It was them, hugging in the lobby and Spencer found himself laughing too. Someone thought it would be cute to take the pictures.
"My mother says she kept a copy, just incase" Emma giggled, shaking her head and setting the things aside. Spencer and Emma shared the chocolates and had an hours worth of Fun trying to figure out what to do with the stupid bouncy balls with pokémon inside, and the giant squish balls that lit up. They eventually threw them at each other before settling down and picking them all up and looking at their letters.
Dear Emma,
You know how much I love you, but we both know how little you know about relationships. Who could blame you especially having your parents relationship as an example. I know you're under stress to protect Spencer Reid, and I know you don't want to ruin your job by having a relationship with him, but think about this logically for once. Use your noggin' my little snow flake, look at the signs.
You kissed him, so, did you feel fireworks? Was there some kind of spark that wanted you to kiss him again? Emma if you like the boy be civil and tell him. You're both fully grown adults, you're going to have to face it that you two like each other.
If you're not sure, kiss him again
I love you, with all my heart,
Frost-
Emma looked to the letter then to Spencer who was onto a book, his letter aside. The air was warm and the words of her mother still on her mind. What could hurt with kissing him again? He would understand right? Or would that be playing with his emotions.
No… kissing him could wait.
So why was she scooting so she was looking him in the face and debating the pros and cons.
"Emma?" He asked, scrunching up his brow as she smiled as she closed his book. She had to do this, it was time, like her mother said, to face it.
"Spencer, close your eyes" Emma whispered, watching him look at her confused before closing his eyes. As soon as she was sure he would keep them closed, she leaned in, butterflies already setting into her stomach.
However, when their lips touched, a shock went through her body, like the very first time, and the second time, and the third time. Whatever though process was going through her head stopped completely as Spencer slowly kissed back. Emma couldn't stop smiling.
Emma let her hands sneak up to his shoulders then around them, grasping onto the collar of his shirt. Emma never really mentioned to Spencer that she had a weakness for a guy in a tie, she nearly laughed at the thought but she was enjoying pulling him closer by his tie to even think about it. His palms on her cheeks, he was kissing her back passionately, as if he had been waiting extremely patiently.
Spencer had been waiting. He knew that when Emma was sure of what she felt, she would let him know, this was her way he guessed of making sure because she was smiling, not pulling back, not upset. Emma was purely, happy go lucky Emma kissing him. After every long kiss she would plant two smaller ones, the first a less long passionate kiss then one a peck where she would pull back and leave a longing sensation in his stomach.
Whatever it was about kissing Emma, he couldn't stop, even when he found confidence to nibble on her bottom lip and she giggled. It was adorable and he smiled against her lip, allowing himself to fully indulge in what he was doing. He pushed them over so he was ontop, Emma grinning and giggling like a school girl again. It was adorable because she never did that except the time she had expressed her love of children, but this time it was directed at him and she pulled him back in almost instantly. Playing with his tie then his hair as his hands slid from her cheeks to her shoulders, grasping them desperately then loosening up as he trailed designs with his thumbs up and down her arms.
When he fully pulled back to get air, Emma was smiling and still playing childishly with his tie.
"My mom always said I could never go wrong for liking a guy in a tie" Emma smiled, then she flicked her brow at him, something that made goosebumps grow on his arms, "I always thought they were sexy"
"Really?" Spencer chuckled before letting her pull him in for another kiss. It was the first time he'd been, truly, been aggressive in anything he did. Spencer actually went out and took what he wanted. When Emma put one last kiss on his lips then onto his cheek, he felt himself grinning largely.
"Emma, I have to ask," Spencer whispered as Emma kissed futher back and was now nibbling on his earlobe. It sounded stupid, people nibbling on other's ears, but really it was the small shock and rush of adrenaline people liked and Emma had it down to an art.
"Yes Spence, I like you and I'm addicted to you just like you are me" Emma grinned, whispering huskily in his ear before pulling back and smiling at him, "Please tell me you're not going to deny me now" She smiled back to her bubbly self again. Spencer shook his head, finding himself kissing her again.
-o-o-
Spencer looked at the drugs inside his bag, now that he had Emma, he didn't have to use Dilaudid anymore. He was sure he would have cravings but he wouldn't have to use if he had Emma to back him up.
They were at the FBI office and he intended to tell Emma that night, once all the paperwork was gone and they were alone. Two days ago, they had been on that blanket in the yard, kissing and enjoying each other, laughing and eventually talking and clambering inside when darkness fell. Even though Emma said they should sleep in different beds while at home, she let him give her a kiss goodnight before she laid down. The doors were open so they could hear each other, and both went to bed with giant grins on.
The next day Derek and Garcia came over to do paperwork away from the office, and the four listened to the radio and played games that all of which Spencer rocked at. Only because Emma wasn't allowed to play mow.
But now looking at the little bottles, Spencer sighed and threw all but one away. It was stupid what he was doing but when he injected himself with it, his body sparked and his body went numb. Everything set in and suddenly his knees buckled and his vision got fuzzy.
No… Something was wrong. He grabbed the needle and found the reason it was wrong, lying on the ground. Inside was a yellow mark and he realized it was once powder that should not have been mixed with Dilaudid, The powder was almost unable to be seen until it was wet and turned yellow. Throwing the needle, it smashed and crumbled into the trash bin, along with the bottles but he could do nothing else.
Arms beginning to spasm, his eyes dilated and things began to go bright than slowly dark, his body jerking and then his chest shuttered.
No…NO! Spencer opened his mouth but nothing came out as he flopped around, trying to gasp but his throat was closing up along with all his vision. No! He slapped across the tile as things began to go out, the last thing he heard was the sounds of foot-steps and shouting from Hotch.
"REID!"
Hotch had to go to the bathroom, not badly but it got him away from the paperwork and so he was walking in when he saw Spencer's mouth bubbling over with white spit and foam.
"Spencer Reid, don't you die on me" Hotch snarled, pulling out his cellphone and calling for a medic, pulling Spencer into his lap before looking to the counter where one small bottle lay rolling around on the counter.
Spencer, he had taken Dilaudid, he was still addicted. As a medic came rushing in, Hotch let him take the still gurgling Spencer as Hotch looked to the counter than the trash. A broken needle then bottles of Dilaudid lay inside and Hotch felt himself torn. Spencer had known better, and was throwing them away but, he couldn't give up that one last time and the needle was covered in a mystery smudge mark that looked like it would have been once a powder.
"You idiot" Hotch growled but he knew that Spencer was the smartest of them all. That's when the thought occurred, did Emma know? He walked from the bathroom and found Emma charging in from the steps and seeing Spencer on a stretcher in the elevator. It seemed her heart stopped as she watched in horror, the medics injecting him with needles.
"HOTCH! WHAT HAPPENED!" Emma cried, looking to Hotch who walked slowly over and looked her in the eyes. She was covered in guilt and it was understandable.
"Spencer is addicted to Dilaudid and… someone poisoned his needle" Emma's eyes went wide. That's when it hit Hotch that Emma didn't know about Spencer's addiction. She looked at Hotch as she slowly shook her head then bolt from the spot, running down the stairs.
"Emma! Wait!"
"I have to protect Spence!" Emma cried as she bound down flights of stairs and flew out the door.
Author's notes: Thank you native-kitten, Heyya15965, and LoveforPenandDerek for your reviews.
And thank you anyone who just reads this, i'm really proud of this story and hope that you enjoy it. But I would love to hear from all my readers, comments, concerns, the works! =)
With Love,
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