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Somehow, Devyn manages to sleep for hours. Spencer wakes multiple times over those hours, with nurses coming into the room or just the noise of the hospital reaching his ears. But through it all, he keeps his arm wrapped tightly around Devyn, careful not to wake her.
When she finally does wake, Devyn sits up quickly but carefully while rubbing her eyes. Spencer can't help but smirk at her messy hair and sleepy expression. "Are you okay?" Devyn asks, her eyes moving from his face and towards his wound.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Immediately following his words, Devyn delivers a soft slap to his good shoulder. "What was that for?" Spencer's voice rises in pitch and he looks up at Devyn with furrowed brows.
"For getting shot," She tells him heatedly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What can I say? It was my turn." Spencer holds back his shrug, laughing at the perplexed look on Devyn's face.
"You broke your promise."
"I never actually promised," It's not a lie, he never actually said the word promise.
"Spencer Reid!" Devyn whisper yells at him but he only laughs more, his left arm reaching out to cup the back of her neck.
"Oh, I love you," He says softly with a slight shake of his head.
"Well, I'm mad at you right now," Devyn huffs.
"No sympathy points?" Spencer frowns and Devyn turns her head side to side as if she's thinking before a smile breaks out across her face. Leaning forward, Devyn kisses the pout off his lips. "One more?" Spencer asks, pulling a chuckle from Devyn before she leans forward for another kiss. "Better than any pain meds."
"Uh-huh, okay," Devyn mumbles sarcastically. "Flattery will get you nowhere."
"Had to try."
"Yeah. Are you hungry?" Spencer shakes his head with a mumbled 'no' while his hand rests on Devyn's thigh, his fingers mindlessly moving back and forth over the fabric of her pants. "I'm going to grab you some food. Me too for that," Devyn climbs off the bed slowly, stretching her legs and shoulders once she's standing. "You good?" She asks after turning back to Spencer, his face more somber than before.
"Yeah," He nods, lips turning up into a small smile before it falls.
"Hey, I'll be right back," Devyn assures him with a quick kiss before she makes her leave.
Sighing, Spencer watches Devyn go until he can't see her anymore. He lifts his left hand and hovers it over the bandage on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, Spencer lets his gaze survey the room before they land on his messenger bag in a chair. A thoughtful look passes his face, eyes lingering on the brown bag before filtering to the door Devyn disappeared through.
Walking down one of the hospital's long halls, Derek stops when he reaches his friend's room but doesn't enter. He listens to the voices inside before peeking through the cracked door. Devyn sits on the bed next to Spencer, their shoulders touching. Devyn shakes her head, laughing about something before she reaches towards the tables resting over them and grabs a jello cup before opening it. When Spencer grumbles about something, Morgan takes that as his opportunity to enter.
"Knock knock," He announces loudly, drawing the couple's attention. "What's going on in here?"
"She's babying me," Spencer accuses with a pointed look to Devyn who scoffs and shakes her head.
"I am not," She defends. "You have one arm, sorry for offering my help."
"Is this about to become a real fight? Because if so, I'm gonna go." Morgan questions and points over his shoulder towards the door.
"Fight? We don't fight," Spencer shakes his head, wrapping his arm around Devyn's shoulders while she smiles, shaking her head. "We argue, there's a difference."
"Big difference," Devyn nods in agreement. Because they don't fight, they argue about stupid, little things here and there. But they don't fight.
"Let me guess, you never go to bed angry, either?" Derek guesses while pulling up a chair and taking a seat. Devyn only smiles in answer, leaning her head to rest against Spencer's shoulder. "You two disgust me." Morgan grimaces playfully.
"Ooh, he's just jealous," Devyn mock whispers to Spencer and he nods in agreement with her before a yawn breaks out across his face. "You need to get some rest."
"M'fine," Spencer gently shakes his head but his eyes continue to droop.
"Sure you are," Devyn smiles while brushing her fingers across his forehead before running them through his hair. "Just sleep. I'll be here." And just like that, he's asleep once more. "I don't know how he does that." Devyn whispers to Morgan who smiles and shakes his head.
"How are you?" He asks after a moment, finally getting Devyn to remove her eyes from Spencer. Though she doesn't stop running her fingers gently through his hair.
"You'd think beds meant to hold the sick and injured would be more comfortable," She winces while shifting carefully on the not-so-soft mattress.
"Hm, it seems you two have been in them a lot these days," Derek mumbles and Devyn shrugs. "But that's not exactly what I meant."
"Yeah," Devyn sighs with a glance over at Spencer before she grabs his hand in both of hers. "I'm sorry about last night I just...I can't lose him." He's her whole world now, without him...she wouldn't be able to breathe.
"And I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never do."
"Alright, easy," Devyn's hands hover over Spencer while the man slowly stands from the bed.
"I didn't get shot in the leg," He reminds her and she huffs, rolling her eyes fondly.
"Yes, I'm aware," She mumbles. She's very aware of where he got shot. She's also aware of the miracle that is him not being dead right now. "Just, take it slow, for me." Devyn grins up at Spencer, her hands resting on his chest as he gazes down at her.
"Since when are you one to take things slow?"
"Wow, okay," The new voice has the couple turning towards the door, heat rising in both their cheeks. "Should've knocked." Emily mumbles as she walks into the hospital room, dropping the bag in her hand onto one of the chairs.
"Sorry," Devyn apologizes with a chuckle while Spencer keeps his head ducked, focusing on keeping his feet under him. "You got it?"
"Yeah," Spencer nods and shuffles into the bathroom.
"Thanks for this," Devyn moves over to Emily's side and lifts the bag the woman brought with her.
"It's no problem," The dark-haired shakes her head. "You two are cute. You've been together for over a year and that spark is still there. Anyone around you guys can feel the love radiating off of you. It's sickening."
"Thanks?" Devyn says hesitantly, her head cocking to the side with furrowed brows.
"Sorry, it's a compliment," Emily chuckles and Devyn follows. "It's rare, what you have."
"Trust me, I know," Devyn sorts through Spencer's clothes just to busy her hands. "It still...still doesn't feel real sometimes," The younger woman admits and takes a seat on the edge of the bed with a far-off look in her eyes. "I'll find myself just...looking at him. Studying everything about him. Like he's not actually real. Like he's going to disappear."
"That's sweet,"
"Or sad," Devyn says immediately following Emily's words.
"No, I don't think so," Emily shakes her head with a thoughtful look, coming to stand next to Devyn. "I think it's just one of the signs that you two will last."
"You think?"
"Let me rephrase. I know. If anyone two people were ever meant to be together, it's you guys."
"When did you become a romanticist?" Devyn laughs but before Emily can answer, the bathroom door clicks open.
"I am going to go get a coffee for the road," Emily pushes away from the bed and smiles at the couple before leaving the room.
"All good?"
"Yeah, heard you two talking," Spencer nods and takes Emily's vacated place beside Devyn. "Thought I'd give you a minute."
"Hm, alright, you ready to get out of here?"
"Beyond," Spencer nods enthusiastically and Devyn nods while standing to clothes the door to their room. She then removes Spencer's sling and helps him carefully maneuver a shirt on over his injured arm and bandages before replacing the fabric supporting his arm. Once finished changing into his regular clothes, Devyn helps Spencer with his shoes before they gather all their things and head out of the room.
"Looking almost back to normal already," Emily greets them with a wide smile, and Spencer nods. He really wants to take a shower but just being back in his clothes makes him feel so much better.
"Thanks, Em," Devyn says to their friend while in the car. The older woman had offered to drive the couple home. Devyn's sure she could've done it on her own but she appreciates the help.
"It's no problem," Emily glances in the rearview mirror at the couple before turning her attention back to the road.
"Hey, you okay?" Devyn whispers in question to Spencer. "You have that look in your eyes."
"Yeah, was just thinking," Reid smiles with a small nod but the truth is he's trying to get his nerves under control without making it obvious.
"About anything interesting?"
"Not really," Spencer shakes his head and is saved from any further questioning when they pull up outside their apartment building.
"Thanks again, Emily," Devyn throws her bag over her shoulder and turns to the older woman. "You want to come inside for a bit?"
"No, I'll let you two get settled," Emily leans forward slightly to see Devyn out the window of her car. "And get some proper rest."
"In my own bed," Devyn closes her eyes with a dreamy sigh. She laughs then, opening her eyes and waving to Emily before she drives off. "Alright, mister, let's go." Grabbing their bags, Devyn leads the way inside and up the stairs. She glances over her shoulder at Reid before unlocking the apartment door.
"I say we get cleaned up, eat, then sleep," Devyn drops their things onto the couch, turning back to face Spencer who stands there as if not knowing what to do. "I help you wash your hair." She grins while running her fingers through Spencer's greasy hair before turning to their bedroom.
Collecting a change of clothes, Devyn looks around the room for a specific shirt. When she can't find it she sighs and turns back to the living room. "Hey, Spence, have-" Devyn's words become stuck in her throat at the sight that greets her. It takes her mind a moment to actually process what's happening.
"This isn't how I saw myself doing this," Spencer says casually from his place crouched on one knee, shifting the open, velvet box in his hand. "I had actually planned to do it sooner but then...it just didn't seem like the right time. And then I realized the other night that there never will be a right time. Never a perfect time." Clearing his throat, Spencer finally manages to look up at Devyn. "All I could really think about was you. About how much I love you. About how I've had this ring for months and haven't asked you to marry me yet...About how I don't want to live in a world where you're not my wife for a second longer than I have to."
"So, Devyn Sasha Miller, will you make me the happiest being alive and marry me?"
Opening and closing her mouth, Devyn shakes her head as if it will help wrap her mind around what's happening. A huffed laugh escapes her throat and her legs act on their own and move her forward until she's crouching in front of him.
"I would marry you in a heartbeat, Spencer Reid," She whispers while her hands move to cup his cheeks before she leans in to connect their lips. "And for the record, I think this is pretty perfect."
1. Gasp! He proposed! Yayyyyy! And she said yes! But was there ever any doubts?
2. Those moments between them are so cute! Derek and Emily are great friends!
3. Ahh, love this chapter! What about you guys? But there's still more things to come...Though we are nearing the end, it seems faster than I thought we would.
Thanks for reading! I'd love to know what you guys think, if you enjoyed this chapter!
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