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So I failed my test...oops. Don't know yet if I can retake it in time.
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Morning light shines through the bedroom window, struggling to push its way past the cracked curtains. The single beam of light highlights the two bodies lying on the bed, cuddled close to each other.
Spencer stares up at the ceiling, relishing in the weight of Robin's head resting on his chest. His arm wraps around her, his hand resting just under her shirt, fingers tracing the small scar on her side she got when she was a kid from falling off her bike. Such a simple thing, lots of kids fall off their bikes, scrape their knees, hands. That's all she would have walked away with if it hadn't been for the sharp rock.
"Three stitches." Robin's soft voice flows into his ears. "Did I tell you that already?"
"Mm-hmm." Spencer hums, his fingers never stopping their movements.
"You still asleep?" She asks him, propping her chin in his chest to see his face. They'd gotten to sleep late the night before, paying no mind to the time as they talked.
"A little." Spencer mumbled, picking up his head to look down at her, lifting his free hand to move a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm an idiot."
"Technically you're a genius," Robin tells him, moving her hand to rest under her chin. "But, I agree with the idiot thing."
Snorting, Spencer lets his head fall back onto his pillow. He can't argue that. Not when he almost let her walk out of his life. Almost told her too. He had been stupid, there was no denying that. "Let's stay here all day."
"Sounds nice." Robin sighs, snuggling closer into his chest. "But uh," She starts again, a little more hesitantly. "We have other responsibilities and I really gotta pee right now." Spencer's chuckle vibrates through his chest and Robin turns her head, hiding her smile in his shirt. "Be right back." Reluctantly moving from under the covers, Robin kisses Spencer's forehead before rushing off to the bathroom.
Without her next to him, Spencer feels beyond cold. How could he have been about to tell her to leave his life forever? He thinks back to the night before, the words she had said to him while holding his face in her hands. "Never think you're not good enough. There's no one better." There had been many more words said between them but those stuck with him.
"What you thinking about?" Robin's voice snaps him back to the present and he looks up to see her standing in the doorway, looking down at him.
"You." He answers simply, sitting up and throwing his legs over the bed, holding his arms out when she approaches.
"Hm, well, don't think too hard." She smiles down at him, brushing his hair back from where she stands between his legs, his hands resting on her hips. "Want breakfast?"
"I'll make it." It's the least he could do, he thinks. He's only grateful she isn't pissed at him. Had accepted him back like she had.
"We'll do it together. Come on." Placing a kiss to her covered stomach, Spencer lets her pull him up and they both walk into the kitchen to start cooking.
Measuring out the ingredients, Robin pauses as a smirk grows on her face. After everything that happened the day before, she was ready to forget about it, move on. So, grabbing a handful of fluffy white flour, the young woman turns to her boyfriend. "Hey, Spence," She calls, making him turn to her, only to receive a chest full of flour. "Oops."
Mouth agape, Spencer looks down at his now white shirt, rubbing some of the power from his face. "Oops? People usually say that when something is an accident." He says while slowly moving towards her.
"Well, I mean," Robin stutters, smiling as she watches him get slowly closer and closer to her. "You have no evidence that it wasn't an accident. I could've tripped."
"Uh-huh." Spencer hums with a nod, stopping when he stands right in front of her. Without breaking eye contact, Spencer reaches over and grabs flour into his own hand before dumping it onto Robin.
"Why my hair?" She questions, closing her eyes as some falls into her face. She doesn't actually mind, the laugh that escapes her mouth shows that.
"Retaliation."
"As much as I love a good food fight. Let's finish breakfast so we can go back to bed."
"Sounds like a plan." Placing a kiss onto Robin's lips, Spencer gets back to what he was doing and the couple soon finds themselves sitting at the table, eating.
A ringing cuts them off mid-conversation. For half a second Spencer's heart drops but Robin quickly jumps to her feet. "That's mine." She says, walking to grab her phone from the counter. Seeing the caller idea, Robin sighs before silencing her phone, setting it back down to let it ring in silence.
Raising a single brow, Spencer watches as Robin sits back down, clearing her throat. "I'll call them back." She tells him simply, knowing as soon as the words left her mouth that there was no way he believed her lie.
"Can I ask who it was?" Spencer questions and Robin smiles at his phrasing.
"You can ask." She tells him with a smirk before dropping her head and sighing. "It was my mom." She admits. "She's been trying to get me to visit."
"But?" Spencer pushes gently when he hears the unsaid word.
"But it's complicated." Robin fills in but shakes her head. "A conversation for another time." Spencer nods, opening his mouth to say something when a vibrating cuts them off. "Wow, okay," Robin mumbles, standing from her seat to grab her phone, carrying it back with her. "It's just Marisa. I will also call her back later."
"You can call her now." Spencer says but Robin only shakes her head.
"Later. After we get out of bed again." She looks at him seriously. "I thought I was going to lose you last night, so I want to be with you today." Robin knows why she feels so strongly about this, why she wants to be with him. She knows he's there, that he isn't leaving anytime soon, but past events make the need for her to be with him overwhelming.
"I'm sorry."
"You were only trying to do what you thought was right." She knows that. Robin wishes she had seen how he was feeling sooner, done something before the events of last night could happen. But they did happen, but they were still here, still together. "Just turns out it wasn't." She takes his hand in her own, holding it close to her chest after placing a kiss to it. "You have to tell me when you're feeling things like that, okay? So we can talk, not yell and almost break up."
"Yeah." Spencer sniffs, leaning forward in his chair to rest his forehead on her shoulder. He needs to get better at that. Talking. About himself, how he's feeling. He would try, for her.
"It's about time, that's all I can say." Marisa says, waving her glass of water around, stopping quickly when she nearly spills it.
"Yes, you're impatient, I'm aware." Robin talks over her shoulder, not looking up from the food she was cooking. Spencer was on his way, he was finally going to meet her. The couple had taken a few days, talked a lot about everything, sat in silence. They figured stuff out, communicated. Things were better.
"Whatever," Marisa mumbles just as there's a knock at the door. "Oh, I'll get it." She jumps from her seat but Robin's already dropped what she was doing to rush past her friend, blocking her way.
"No, just, go sit down." She points back to the barstool Marisa had been sitting on, raising her brown until the woman holds her hands up in surrender and turns away. "Hey," Robin greets Spencer with a smile when she opens the door, leaning up to meet him for a quick kiss. "Alright. Spencer, this is Marisa. Marisa, this is Spencer, please behave. Both of you."
"Me? Not behave?" Marisa asks sarcastically while pointing to herself. "Never. Anyway, ignoring the fact that you almost broke her heart," She says to Spence while motioning to Robin, her friend's harsh whisper of her name going either unnoticed or ignored. "It's nice to meet you."
"Uh, nice to meet you too." Spencer nods. "Finally. And um, I'm sorry."
"Yes, everyone's happy and sorry. Let's move on." Robin quickly says, grabbing Spencer's arm and pulling him around the island as Marisa retakes her seat. "I guess that wasn't so bad." She mumbles to him while checking the food.
"I think it went well." Spencer shrugs and Robin chuckles with a nod. "Smells great."
"Thank you." Robin smiles up at him, her eyes shining. "It's almost done. I'd suggest talking to Marisa more but I want to be present for everything."
"Relax," The woman herself says from behind them. "I won't tell him anything too embarrassing. Not yet anyway."
"That's...not so comforting," Robin mumbles to herself. Finishing the food while keeping her best friend from questioning her boyfriend too much, Robin shoos them over to the table to sit.
"I swear," Marisa is saying, the food on her plate mostly gone. "You're dating a crazy person."
"No, I'm aware." Spencer nods, laughing when Robin hits him on his shoulder. "I like your crazy."
"Good." She says with a shrug, laughing along with them. "Cause you're stuck with it."
"Okay, but did she tell you about that time we went to a music festival and-"
"That's not a story for the dinner table." Robin cuts her friend off, shaking her head and scrunching up her nose. Spencer smiles when she does, he thought it was adorable.
"How do you know which story I was going with?"
"Doesn't matter, none of them are good."
"For you, I'll hold my tongue." Marisa points across the table to her friend. "But only for now."
Robin narrows her eyes at her friend but leaves it, turning her attention onto Spencer instead. "Ignore her."
"Love you too, Birdy." Marisa shoots her friend a smile while Reid sits back, content to watch the two friends bicker. A ding sounds and Marisa pulls out her phone, furrowing her brows before they shoot up to her hairline and she obviously holds back an eye-roll. "Hate to do this, but a client of mine is having a crisis."
"Oh no, what's happened?" Robin asks, sounding more interested than surprised.
"Why do people insist on doing their own hair? Like, I just don't understand." Marisa says, talking mostly to herself.
"Marisa is a stylist," Robin explains to Spencer, clearing up any confusion he has.
"Yes, and I'm apparently on the clock."
"A little late, isn't it?" Robin raises her brows, lifting her drink to her lips.
"Yes, well, she's a regular of mine, I make exceptions." Marisa shrugs as she gets to her feet. "Why she decides she suddenly wants blonde hair and can't wait for me to do it is beyond me."
"Your impatience is contagious." Robin smiles, also standing to hug her friend. "Thanks for coming."
"Like I wouldn't," Marisa says before turning to Spencer. "It was a pleasure meeting you."
"You too." Spencer nods to her with a smile.
"I will see you later." Turning to leave, Marisa stops short and turns back to the couple, her eyes zeroing in on Spencer. "Oh, by the way, hurt her again, and even your fancy FBI friends won't be able to prove anything."
Sighing, Robin drops her head into her hand and shakes her head as Marisa disappears out the door. "I like her," Spencer states, moving his eyes from the door and down to Robin. "I mean, she scares me, but I like her."
Snorting, Robin leans against him when he places his arm around her shoulders. "She has that effect on people."
"I'm glad we finally got to do this." She tells him, turning in his arms to face him.
"Me too."
"You still want to stay the night?" Moving away, Robin gathers the dishes with Spencer's help and places them in the sink.
"Of course." Reid nods, standing in front of her and resting his hands on her hips. It hits him again, that he had tried to throw all of this away. It made sense at the time, he wanted what was best for her, still does, only now he sees he was wrong in assuming that what was right was him pushing her away. "We can watch a movie."
"Popcorn?" Robin asks, turning her head to the side as Spencer nods. "Okay, you go pick what we watch, I'll make it."
"Okay." Placing a kiss to her forehead, Spencer moves into the living area and turns on the tv when a picture catches his attention. He's seen it before, in passing, he just never paid much mind to it.
"That's me," Robin's voice sounds behind him as she walks to his side, reaching forward to grab the frame. "My brother and uh, my, uh, my sister." Her hesitance doesn't go unnoticed by the profiler but he doesn't question her yet. He notices she looks younger in the photo, she couldn't be older than eighteen. "It's the last picture we took together," Robin mumbles, running her thump over the girl in the picture. "She, um, she died. When I was seventeen."
Spencer doesn't say he's sorry. The words are on the edge of his tongue but he holds them back, knowing that they wouldn't help. Instead, he places his arm around her waist, letting her lean against his side. "She was older?" He observes, trying to let her know she can talk about it without saying those words.
"Yeah. She was twenty-two." Robin says, her voice barely above a whisper. "She wanted to be a doctor." She laughs quietly, the sound more pained than amused. "Was in school for it, actually."
"It's funny." Robin continues, sounding very unamused despite her words. "That's the most I've talked about her in nearly six years."
"You don't have to," Spencer assures her, running his hand up and down her back. "But I'm always here to listen if you want too."
Moving away, Robin turns to the couch, taking the picture with her and waiting for Spencer to join her. "I'm always telling you to talk about things." She mumbles as she once again leans into his side. "I don't even know what to say."
"Is this why you don't want to go home?" Spencer asks hesitantly, worried he might upset her.
Robin doesn't answer immediately, she only looks down at the picture, her thumb moving from her sister's face and onto her brothers. "Luca, he didn't- he didn't...process it well. It hit him hard. We were all close but Wren and Luca had always been inseparable." She shakes her head with a sigh. "He pushed us away, chose drugs instead."
Sitting up, Robin turns towards Spencer but doesn't meet his eyes. There are so many words swimming around her head, she just doesn't know which ones to say. "I've lost count how many times he's been back to rehab." She mumbles before moving her glassy eyes up to meet his. "I wanted to tell you when you told me about you." She keeps her words simple, not wanting to bring up any bad memories for him by using the wrong words. When Spencer had told her about his past drug addiction and the reasoning behind it, she had been sad for him but glad he'd opened up to her. She felt guilty and selfish that she had kept this from him.
"I didn't want you to think that I'm staying away because I don't want to see him. It's not because of the drugs, not entirely." She's quick to tell him. She'd never want him to think she looked down on him or her brother because of that. She thinks Spencer is strong for overcoming what he had. She'd never think less of him for what he went through, she needed him to know that. "I want to be there, I do. For him, for mom and dad. I tried but I guess I'm not strong enough."
"That's not true." Spencer finally speaks, having been quiet to allow her the time she needed to talk. He moves closer to her, lifting his hand to rest on her cheek, his thumb wiping away the single tear sliding down her cheek.
"It's selfish," Robin says, leaning into his touch. "Staying away. But it's easier. Luc hasn't been himself in so long. It feels like I'll never get my brother back." She never will if she doesn't try, the thought has occurred to her, she just couldn't make herself go back.
"Come here," Spencer mutters, opening his arms and pulling her into his chest and stroking her hair when she leans into him. "Thank you for telling me." Cupping her cheeks, Spencer lifts Robin's head so he's looking into her eyes. "When you decide to go back, I'll be right by your side."
"Thank you." Robin offers him a watery smile, bringing her hands up to hold his wrists. "I love you." Using her legs to push herself up, Robin connects her lips with Spencer's.
Pulling away, Spencer rests his forehead against her's. "I love you."
There's a little more about Robin and her past. What do you guys think?
Spencer finally met Marisa, yay.
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