TC Stark: So, I know it's been way too long since I've updated. I'm so terribly sorry. Life just comes in the way and college is so busy that I haven't had a time for anything. But, I'm still keeping up with Criminal Minds and it saddens me how little I've been be updating. Please be patient, I have ideas to ease this story down to a close soon, most likely in the next few chapters. But, please, all my fans continue to be fans because I promise I won't let you down.

Disclaimer: I own Bonnie; I don't own Criminal Minds, tis sad.

Chapter Nineteen: Fairies Wear Boots

Dr. Spencer Reid sat relaxed in Garcia's haven, banned from traveling off on the latest tragedy. It had been a while since J.J. had a child, Hotch's family was now in danger, and he was currently in crutches. He was technically a doctor, why couldn't he vouch as his own second opinion? Spencer sighed, he certainly didn't mind spending time with Garcia, she was quite fun, but he'd rather be using his intelligence in the main field, not miles away.

Running his hands through his longing brown hair, his brown eyes traveled over to Garcia's computer screens. He was probably the only one who could keep up with the rapid speed of this bubbly girl's typing. One man dead, one woman injured, and the ongoing search to find the killer. Personally he was glad to at least be at work, an injured leg was not going to stop him from doing what he did best and that was cracking cases.

"This is one sick son of a bitch." Garcia shook her head, on the phone with Derek Morgan who had just informed her about the killer sawing off of his victim's arm.

"Well, Reid and I are here at the base, we'll be doing our best. Any further information, we'll call you."

The skinny doctor watched as she got off the phone with Derek, scooting up into his chair, "Hopefully, we won't need to find another murdered victim in order to find this guy."

Garcia sighed, not saying anything. All too often the quickest way to find a murderer was to let him keep murdering until they got closer and closer. Her worried eyes looked over to her co-worker and friend, she was glad she wasn't on the field; she hardly could handle the pictures and information that popped up on her computer screen. Typing in more information, a pang expression covered her face as she took off her glasses to rub the bridge of her nose.

"What happened?" Reid asked.

"Rape."

Spencer sighed, shaking his head. God, murder, rape, all in one case. They certainly had a lot on their plate. It was going to take a lot to solve what was going on. As the two sat there in waiting, the door opened to reveal such a familiar face. A small smile crept on the doctor's face as Bonnie walked through the door, holding two coffees in hands. Her beautiful raven hair fell gracefully past her shoulder, highlighting her beautiful face. She wore a form fitting grey dress that hugged every curve and high top black boots.

"Rockin' boots girl." Penelope complimented, taking one of the coffees.

Her luscious purple lips smirked, handing Reid the other coffee, cooing, "Why thank you, darling."

His eyes almost sparkled looking at her, she looked radiant. She had just come back from a two week vacation on a cruise around the Islands. Skyler had invited her former lover to go with her and her children and with Joan and Lita. She certainly had a lovely tan and had not yet gotten use to the new cold weather. He had to admit, he had missed her, while being busy by cases and getting injured, he hadn't talked to her much.

Spencer's mind wandered off as Garcia and Bonnie chatted. He probably should have been more concentrated on the current case then what was going on in his head, but if anything happened, they would get a call. Right now he was perfectly happy letting his mind swim in thoughts of the lean female in front of him. He missed talking to her and connecting with her, having her near him, and hearing her voice.

In a way he was slightly paranoid. Why? He was nervous in a way that in the mist of partying with her old friends that she would fall prey to devils like alcohol. Spencer sighed, he drank wine every once and a while and had his small share of hard liquor, so why wasn't she allowed? Probably because of her past or would her past just be a reminder to drink in proportion or would she dive back into it? And even though he had grown use to Skyler being around, she was a very strong person and an individual, would Bonnie rediscover her feelings she had for the bisexual during the cruise?

Spencer was snapped out of his train of thought as Garcia announced she was going to the bathroom. As soon as she left, Bonnie grinned over to the young man, her eyes looking right into the core of his, "You look great; I'm guessing the cruise went well?"

"Wonderful," She simply stated, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, "All I did for two weeks was sit on my ass, tan, eat, and smoke. It was cute going with children, more of an excuse to do the immature things without people giving us a funny look."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"I did…though, it would have been nice if you were there, you would have had fun."

Silence filled the air for a moment, letting the words sink in. Spencer didn't know how to react, whether to push her with questions or just be thankful. He didn't have much time to think as he felt her hand touch his injured leg gently, a concerned look in her eyes, "I was so worried."

A playful smile formed on his face, commenting, "Just an excuse to sit on my ass."

Bonnie laughed, she had missed him. In a way going on vacation she thought that her mind would be cleared from all this confusion. Hopefully that she would stop thinking about the doctor so much and realize that what was going on was just a friendship that happened to end up in sex. She was not the dating type and there was no way that a girl like her could be the object of affection by such an upright young citizen.

Unfortunately though, she was more confused than ever. All she thought about on the cruise was Spencer. What he would say during conversations, how much he would like all the activities on the boat, and being able to rest her head against his chest during the night. It didn't help with Skyler talking her ear off about how she needed to open herself up again, when she knew deep down that that was all just bullshit.

Their eyes connected for a second, for the first time Bonnie's breath getting caught up in the back of her throat as Spencer leaned in to kiss her. Breathing deeply in, her green eyes closed as she leaned into him, responding to his advances. Their kiss was one of desire, feeling his fingers entangle themselves in her raven locks. His lips were so sweet and tender, moving her lips against his, building up a small rhythm.

Spencer scooted closer, holding her face in the palms of his hands, kissing her deeper. Their lips and tongues moved against each others, tasting each other. Her fingers reached up to run her manicured nails through his brown hair. God, she had missed these locks, what was wrong with her? She felt herself slowly lose control against him, feeling such an energy that she needed.

Slowly his lips down, Spencer slowly removed his lips from hers, staying only an inch away from her face. He could feel her breath against his, this time his eyes pouring into the cores of her eyes. They simply stared at each other as he went to open his mouth, "Bonnie-"

"Please," She shook her head, her beautiful face turning sad, "Don't say it."

"I love you."

"Stop," Bonnie whispered, turning her face away, "You don't."

Reid frowned, gently taking her chin and turning her to him, "Yes, I do."

This time pulling away from him, she scolded, "No, you don't, Spence, you think you do. But, you don't."

Surely he knew this would be hard, but he had a lot of time to think about this while she was away, sticking to his guns, "Yes, I am completely sure. Bonnie, no one makes me feel the way you do. You are simply amazing; you make me feel like I'm on top of the world. I can't see my life without you in it."

Tears soon formed in Bonnie's eyes, slowly slipping into hysterics, "Why? How? How, Spencer, how could you love me? Look at me, Spencer! I'm a wreck! I'm the shell of a girl of whom I use to be. I have a wall completely around me, I would just destroy you, destroy you, Spencer! And God, I don't want to do that, you're-you're just," Choking up tears, she shook her head, "This is the used body of a former junkie, you don't love me."

"I don't care about any of that."

"I was in a two year relationship with a woman!"

Staring sadly at her, reaching over to wipe away her falling tears, he sighed. He hadn't meant to make her cry; no he never wanted to see that beautiful woman cry, "When will you realize none of that matters? What matters is who you are and I love who she is."

Before she was able to respond, the doors opened as Garcia finally walked in. He had almost forgotten that they were at work, much less Garcia's work station. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw an upset Bonnie, when she had left them they were fine and now she was crying. They were unusually close, much closer then she had ever seen them be before. He looked pained and she looked as if her heart had just been ripped out.

The blonde's lips trembled for a moment, not knowing what to say as the other girl rapidly stood up, wiping her eyes, and grabbing her bag. She rushed out quickly pass Garcia, slamming the door behind her. Garcia looked back at Spencer, who was looking away in embarrassment. She bit her lower lip, not knowing what to say as he turned up to her, "Um, hey."

"Hey, we have a lead."

TC Stark: I know, short, but I didn't want to sugar coat this chapter with a lot on nonsense, I wanted to get straight to the point, I hope you all have enjoyed and please review.