TC Stark: I am so sad that Foyate killed Hotch's ex wife (spoiler). I was hoping in a way that they would get back together, but I guess that's out the window. I wonder how that will work out. Thank you all for being so patient with me, I try to keep up with the show, but this story focuses primarily on Spencer, so if the story doesn't necessarily coincide with the show, I'm sorry. Also, don't worry, I have a conclusion about this story that will be fantastic =]

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Bonnie and co.

Chapter Twenty: Roulette

Bonnie always looked so pretty. He loved the way her beautiful black hair danced while she moved, the way her skin glistened in the light, and the way her green eyes rolled in the back of her head. He loved the way her body heated up under him, the way her muscles moved, begging him for more. And he loved hearing the soft moans that came out of those succulent lips of hers. He loved the way her body arched up into his, God he wanted more.

Now it was Spencer's turn to have his eyes roll into the back of his head as he felt Bonnie's manicured nails drag themselves down his bare back. His hands gripped the bed sheets, feeling a high of euphoria take over him. He was taken somewhere other than his body, away from what was happening. He was there and he was not. As his left arm scooped under her waist, Spencer pulled her body up, letting himself more into her. Feeling her walls tighten up, he couldn't help but stare down watching her walls break down. He loved the look of it.

His abs muscle tightened as he swayed his hips back and forth. His eyes gazed down, watching her lips tremble open, struggling for words to come out yet none did. A fire burned deep in the pit of her stomach, lifting her body up to push him down. Once on top, the female kissed her lover hard on the lips. Her hands cupped his cheeks, keeping her lips firmly on his, cooing as his finger tickled the hair around her ears.

Apparently ignorance made for the best sex, Bonnie and Reid both forgetting their past serious conversation. All that mattered right now was the way their bodies moved against each other. All that mattered was the raw sensation of organs rubbing against each other, soft skin against soft skin. His hands moved up her beautiful legs, latching onto her hips to move her back and forth. She was so warm and wet around him, clinging to his member tightly.

Bonnie's nails feathered through his brown hair, bringing his face closer to kiss him once again hard on the lips. Her lips trailed down from his to his neck, taking his sweet skin against her tongue. Reid's groans swooned in her ears, pushing hard against him as she continued to kiss his neck. With a quick motion he grabbed her shoulders to flip her over, lifting her hands above her head. His lips then made their way to her neck, sucking on his lustfully as his left hand went to lift her left leg up to fit more of himself in. As more of Reid pushed into Bonnie's void, the young doctor could feel himself coming close, giving a final thrust before collapsing onto of the beauty.

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The funeral for Hotch's ex-wife had finally come. Not enough did the BAU team get together outside of work and it was unfortunate that it had to be under these terms. The now deceased mother was a beautiful woman and only wanted the best for Jack. It was one thing when one of the team members became victim to an unsub's rage, but when an innocent victim's life was taken away it was truly heart breaking.

Especially because it was Hotch's love of his life. To see such a strong person whom the team always looked up to crumble before their eyes was also heartbreaking. He deserved none of this. Hotch deserved to be with Haley and to live happily with her and his son. For this Foyate story there was no happy ending. The only upside in this was that Jack was alive and safe; though it would hurt that his mother wouldn't be around at least his father would.

Garcia tried to take time to fix her hair, knowing that a very sad precession would be following the already sad mass. She was never good at funerals, even when going to a funeral for someone she hardly even knew she cried like a baby. But, knowing that this was the woman Aaron Hotchner held dear to his heart just killed her. She knew that all he wanted to do was protect her and make sure that his line of work never took over his home life. All he wanted was to give Haley the life he knew she deserved.

Instead that life was taken away. Everyone cried that funeral; everyone wished that it wasn't true. That somehow Haley's dead body wasn't lying in that coffin, that magically she was home safe. As she looked around that mass she noticed J.J. crying on the shoulder of Will and she knew exactly what she was thinking. What if it was her? J.J. was in the same situation; she had a child and was in love. It could have easily been Will's dead body and not Haley's. It also made her realize that it could have been her boyfriend. As goofy as he was, he was great and what Garcia could only describe as her soul mate. She couldn't imagine having that ripped away from her.

"You look beautiful."

The blonde technician turned her gaze to see who had been addressed her. The man in charge Derek Morgan was standing in front of her, decked out on a very sleek black suit. If it were under different conditions she would have complimented how handsome he looked. There was no hiding though the pained look on his face. He would be one of the men carrying the coffin, something he hoped to never do. Over the past few months he had established a strong relationship with his former boss, hoping that things would have gotten better after they caught Foyate. Haley was beautiful and now she was gone.

"Thank you," She whispered, staring down, "I don't look beautiful."

Morgan frowned, walking over to place his strong hands on her shoulders, "We need to be strong."

Garcia bit her lower lip, holding her hands as she shook her head, "I never…expected any of this. It's so sad. I've seen a lot being on this team…but not like this."

"I don't think any of us have," The bald man shook his head, running his hands over his scalp, "After what has happened to all of us…it was just part of the job. But, Haley deserved none of this."

"She was so beautiful."

The two stood there for a moment of silence, feeling a small breeze of air sweep past them. Her gentle eyes stared into his, her red lips moving as words flowed out, "Will we be taking the coffin out soon?"

"In just a moment, Bonnie's having a smoke."

As an attempt to distract her thoughts from the pain that inflicted her body, Garcia stated, "I don't know what to think anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Bonnie and Reid."

"Baby, I know I joke, but is now really the time to be discussing them?"

Her big eyes stared up at him through her glasses, shaking her head, "No, it's not like that. I think something's wrong. I saw her crying last week."

Morgan raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, "What do you mean?"

"The case we worked before Foyate's…Reid was in my den, Bonnie came in to hand us coffee before I decided to let them have a moment alone. Actually," She admitted sheepishly, "I went to go say hi to Kevin. But, anyway, I returned and when I did Bonnie was in hysterics. She left the room crying and I couldn't get out why she was from Reid."

Morgan looked at Garcia, confused. His dark eyes then looked over to the BAU's secretary; standing in the cold wind smoking her cigarette. Her black hair sashayed in the wind, her green eyes wet from recent tears. He had been suspicious for quite some time now that something had been going on between her and the young doctor, he could see it in the way they looked at each other. Their body language to each other, the care they tended towards each other. To think that Spencer had done something to make Bonnie cry wasn't even fathomable.

Derek was soon called to head into the limo, leaving the blonde girl with a kiss on the forehead. The casket was finally loaded in the hearse and it was time to head over to the graveyard. The engines of all the cars following the hearse started up, following out in a straight line. With a police escort, the line of cars headed out, all putting on their emergency lights to let all other cars know that they were part of a funeral service.

Spencer Reid's eyes stared at nothing in particular, staying in the corner of the black limo. He couldn't shake the cold feeling inside of him, no feeling of emotion running through him. His body felt numb, stiff; as if the world was weighing him down. His mind was frozen, not seeming to grasp onto the fact he was heading to bury Haley Hotchner.

His hands rested on his cane, taking in a deep breath. God, what was going on? Looking around, he noticed everyone else had been crying. It was an emotional mass that only a heart of stone couldn't weep as a result. His heart must have been made of stone. Ever since the moment he saw Haley's bloodied dead body, he hadn't accepted she was dead. He hadn't cried and hadn't felt sorry, instead he could feel nothing. Even when faced with Hotchner, he had no idea what to say.

As the car went over a bump, his gaze jumped up to look across the limo. Sitting ever so quietly was the one he had just finished making love to two nights ago. They hadn't spoken much since then and had completely disregarded his confession of his love for her. And quite frankly, none of that mattered in a time like this. Bonnie's inability to commit was the furthest from his brain, being replaced by the fear of 'what if'? What if it had been Bonnie instead of Haley? Bonnie wasn't involved in the field, just an innocent participant who happened to know members of the BAU, such as Haley.

As Spencer continued to stare, he noticed her green eyes looking back at him. Her sad lips formed into a weak smile, his own gaze quickly averting away. The black haired girl tilted her head, observing Spencer's posture. Haley's death had not treated him well, the death having a negative effect on him. She had cried far too much and he hadn't cried at all. Instead, he had become distant, closed in, and it was all too obvious.

Spencer had gotten dressed at her place early that day, smiling weakly at his attire. Lately he had been growing out his brown locks, loving the feel of his full head of hair. In a way she was so proud of him, he looked so dashing. Spencer was wearing a new black suit he had bought especially for the occasion, covering it with a black overcoat since temperatures had dropped considerably as of late. Remembering staring at him looking in the mirror that morning, she couldn't help but smile as he took her advice about throwing a purple scarf around his neck.

After what seemed like a lifetime, the cars all stopped as it was time to help the casket over to the grave site. All the men looked at each other, knowing what it was time to do as they all adjusted their suits and got out. It was then time for the women's turn as Bonnie stood waiting at the entrance of the limo. Her smile was radiant as she held out a hand for Spencer to take, "Ready?"

Sighing, Spencer nodded. Still being held down by his cane, he was the only one out of the BAU men not carrying the casket. The two looked into each other's eyes as she slowly helped the crippled doctor over to the grave site. He limped along with her, letting the wind sweep across their bodies. It brought both of them to humility seeing their coworkers, who had so many times conquered cases and helped save lives; carrying a casket carrying the body of someone they loved.

As minutes passed and Hotchner gave his tearful eulogy, everyone bowed their heads in respect. As his words of loss and strength ran through everyone words, Spencer managed to have one single tear roll down his cheeks. Soon Bonnie's fingers entangled themselves through his own fingers, squeezing his hand reassuringly. The two looked at each other, Spencer returning the squeeze as they both went on to focus their attention back to the eulogy.

TC Stark: Sorry this chapter was so short, I felt like I wanted to focus the chapter solely on the funeral and I didn't want to make it too much about Bonnie and Reid out of respect, I wanted to keep a solemn feel to it. I hope you all enjoyed and keep up with the story, now that I'm on winter break hopefully I'll be updating more often =]