History

Chapter 7

Sitting on the plane to Tennessee, Spencer's mind was racing a million miles a second. No matter what he tried to read or what he tried to concentrate upon, his thoughts kept returning back to the young woman he had left behind at his apartment. He knew how utterly ridiculous, and certainly, how very much unlike him it was to be so enamored with a girl – not to mention, a girl whom he had only known for mere days – but he truly could not keep his mind off of her. If he hadn't already been certain that she was worth pursuing, their kiss from the night before most definitely confirmed it for him. It was true that he hadn't had much of any sexual experience with girls throughout his life, and he couldn't help but grimace slightly in disgust at the realization that the last girl whom he had kissed before Julie was Maeve's captor on that dreadful night, but even he knew that his kiss with Julie had been special. There was something about it – some invisible and unexplained spark that was always so overly talked about in cliché movies and books that he had always heard about, but never truly believed in or understood until he felt it for himself. And that he had – as certain as he was that he had felt some semblance of a spark or a connection within that kiss, he was positive that Julie had felt it as well. The feeling of it had been so powerful that they both were truly at a loss for words, and were content to simply lay in silence for quite a few moments, rather than speaking or even deepening the kiss. Just in one quick contact, they both had been strangely satisfied, and Spencer couldn't help but feel a slight shiver shoot up and down his spine as he thought about how 'satisfied' he could potentially feel if he and Julie were to ever advance into something deeper than just one kiss.

So preoccupied in his thoughts, he nearly didn't hear or see Hotch scoot into the seat across from him on the plane. However, upon noticing and taking in his superior's facial expression and body language, Spencer immediately knew where the conversation was heading.

"Reid, I'd like to talk to you for a moment, if that's alright with you," Hotch's voice was hushed, but matter-of-fact as always.

Spencer swallowed harshly and adjusted his posture, clearing his throat before speaking up. "Sure, Hotch. What about?" - As if he didn't already know the answer.

It took one look at Hotch's face for Spencer to know that he had assumed correctly. This was definitely about Julie. "How have the past couple of days been?"

Spencer swallowed again. His mind flashed back to waking up with Julie burrowed into his side that morning in his bed. He quickly tried to kick the thought out, somewhat afraid that Hotch would somehow be able to read his thoughts. "They've been fine, nothing special, really."

Hotch's brow furrowed slightly. Spencer silently cursed him for being so unreadable. "And Julie is…?"

"Fine!" Spencer spat out quickly – too quickly – and Hotch's brow furrowed even deeper, a definite frown beginning to form. His mind racing now, Spencer began to babble, hoping to salvage the situation, but certainly only making matters worse. "She's fine, yes, she's great, actually. She's more than great. Did you know that the media already got ahold of her story? People from all over have been leaving her donations. She's going to go to open up a new bank account while I'm gone on this case just so that she has somewhere to deposit all of the checks people are sending her. It's kind of strangers to be doing this for her but I think she's a bit overwhelmed already. Someone even dropped off a fruit basket yesterday, which is a shame though because Julie has a pineapple allergy so she can't eat it. Did you know that only 3% of the world's population live with food allergies? That's about—"

Hotch cut Spencer's ramble short. "Reid," He sighed. "What I meant by my question, is how have you and Julie been?"

Spencer gulped, his mouth going dry as he thought back once again to Julie's lips on his. "I- We – W-what do you mean, Hotch?" His voice squeaked.

"Spencer," Hotch signed, his eyes closed, pinching his fingers up against the bridge of his nose. "You cannot become romantic with a victim."

Spencer scoffed, immediately defensive. "I'm not! We-"

Hotch shot him a quick glance, and Spencer practically shrunk into his seat, ending his sentence. Hotch sighed deeply. When he spoke again, he was sympathetic, but still stern, nonetheless. "It's just for the best if she moves out as soon as possible, Reid. Like you said, she'll get plenty of money and help from donations from the community, and within the next week or so, you should help her find an apartment of her own and let her move on with her life."

Spencer was never one to speak back to a superior, but he could already feel his cheeks becoming hot in frustration. "So I'm just supposed to abandon her?" His voice rose both in pitch and volume, and he could feel Kate and Rossi watching him out of the corners of their eyes from the next seat over. "Hotch, I'm sorry, but I just can't do that. She needs me, and I…" He hesitated for a moment. "…and I need her too, okay?" Hotch settled back into his seat, an emotion that Spencer couldn't quite read washing over his face. After a pause, he spoke up in reply, seemingly after quite some thought.

"I understand that, Reid, really, I do." He pursed his lips. "But just consider this. Julie has only been reemerged into society for a few days, and she certainly hasn't come to fully realize it yet. And when she does," He paused, eyeing Spencer sternly. "It won't be pretty. Just as a warning, Reid, you may be in over your head here. She needs to move on with her life, and right now, she's stuck in her comfort zone with you."

Before Spencer could reply, Hotch shuffled out of his seat and left the younger man to his own rapid and confused thoughts. Spencer squirmed about in his seat uneasily, pondering in silence the unsettling warning that his superior had just given him.

…-…-….-…

It was late that night when Spencer's cell phone rang. He was sitting alone in his hotel room, reviewing some of the details of the case file, and he was pleasantly surprised when he realized the caller i.d. on the phone to be that of his own home phone number. Julie. He smiled softly to himself instinctively, but his mind simultaneously flashed back to his conversation with Hotch a few hours prior. He knew that his superior was right, obviously, as he had always greatly respected and honored Hotch's opinions and advice, but he simply did not want to think of the possibility of losing Julie – especially now that they had started to become so close. Anyway, if anyone knew how to handle her when her inevitable "reality check" happened, it would be Spencer, and there was no place he'd rather be than by her side for as long as he could throughout the upcoming days, both good and bad alike. After all, he was her hero.

"Hello?" He picked up the phone eagerly.

"Hey Spencer," He smiled at the familiar voice on the other end of the call. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I know you're working."

"No, no, not at all!" Spencer tossed a file off to the side and hopped up onto the hotel bed. "I shouldn't be working this late anyway. I'm glad you called. It's nice to hear from you."

Julie laughed lightly. "Is that your way of saying that you miss me already, Dr. Reid?"

Spencer smiled. He couldn't remember the last time a conversation felt this natural to him, especially over a phone call. "Fine, you caught me. Guilty as charged." Pause. "How are you?"

"I've been busy, that's for sure." Julie replied. "There's just so much to do now that I'm… back in touch with the real world, I suppose. I explored your neighborhood while I was on my way to the bank and ended up applying at a couple waitressing jobs. Obviously it's just a temporary solution, but I waitressed all my way through high school and I figured I'll need a job until I can get back to school and figure out what comes next."

"Back to school?" Spencer repeated, suddenly remembering yet again that there was so much about Julie that he had yet to learn. "Excuse me for asking, but what were you studying?"

"Well," Julie let out a long sigh, as though she wasn't sure quite where to begin. Spencer couldn't blame her. "Before… everything… happened, I was a high school teacher. English. I have my Master's Degree, and I was working on my Ph.D., but I wasn't very far along with it before.. you know. I would love to get back into teaching, but I'm not going to jump into it. I think waitressing is a much easier transition for me at this point."

Spencer chuckled softly, almost surprised. "I can't believe this hasn't come up yet. I had no idea you were a teacher, Julie."

Julie laughed, a bit absentmindedly. "I keep forgetting that I've only known you for such a short time. I feel as though you already know everything, even though I logically know that you don't."

"Well," Spencer went on, "I genuinely want to know everything about you, however trivial it may seem. Luckily for me, time can only go forward for us."

Julie let out a content sigh. "You flatter me, Spencer."

"I don't believe in flattery." He stated. "It's unhelpful. I believe in facts."

"And I believe that. You're filled to the brim with them." Julie smiled against the phone's receiver, and Spencer did the same. After a pause, she spoke up again. "I know it's silly, but I wish you were here."

"Is this your way of saying that you miss me, Miss Day?" Spencer teased, playing on her earlier words.

"Oh, shush." She laughed. "Now we're even."

"Fair enough." Spencer settled back into his bed. "I do miss you too, though. Even though it's only been 19 hours and 43 minutes, approximately. It's a bit pathetic on our parts."

"Very true," Julie agreed. "But I guess we'll have to get used to it, anyway."

Spencer felt a warmth in his chest as she spoke, which took him by surprise, as he hadn't experienced that feeling in quite some time. He welcomed it gladly. "As long as it means I get to spend my days with you, I'm willing to make that sacrifice."

…-…-…-…-…

It was three nights later before Spencer trudged up the staircase to his apartment. The outcome of the case hadn't been a pleasant one – the young boy hadn't been rescued in time, and his kidnapper had committed suicide rather than go quietly with the arresting officers, despite Morgan's best efforts to talk him down. Spencer tried to remind himself that it was impossible to win every battle, but it was disheartening to have a child die, nonetheless. Not to mention, the plane ride home had been less than ideal, with Hotch once again coming over to remind him yet again that a romance with Julie was "not in her best interest".

Spencer didn't know what to think. Logically, yes, he knew that romance with a victim was ridiculous and absolutely out of the question. But this wasn't just any victim to him. This was Julie, the most beautiful girl he had ever stumbled upon, whom he simply couldn't get out of his mind. He was fascinated by her, and could truly and inexplicably feel a connection with her, despite the brevity in time they had spent together. He needed her.

He turned the key to his apartment, his shoulders feeling weighed down. He shook his head with a sigh. He needed to talk to Julie for sure and try to figure out exactly what was going on between them. He knew Hotch was right – being with a victim was wrong. He was sure Julie was asleep by now anyway though, and told himself that they would talk first thing in the morning.

He entered into his apartment as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake Julie if she was indeed asleep. He couldn't help but smile lightly at the idea of slipping into bed next to her and holding her in his arms as he drifted off into sleep. As he turned towards his bedroom, he noticed the door to be shut, with just the slight sliver of light shining out from underneath the frame. He was surprised – perhaps she wasn't asleep after all.

He opened the door, and the sight inside immediately froze him, his breath caught inside his chest, unsure of where to go.

Oh, God.

Julie stood, propped against the bedpost, one eyebrow cocked up at him, a smirk on her lips. Her hair flowed perfectly behind her shoulders, her green eyes catching the low lighting in the room, and sparkling with a hint of some passionate emotion that Spencer couldn't quite read. However, the sight that had caught him dead in his tracks was her outfit – or, rather, lack thereof. Her black bra and panties left little to the imagination, and only further confirmed Spencer's theory that she was physically flawless. In complete honestly, he probably hadn't seen a girl in this minimal amount of attire since Lila Archer in her swimming suit, and this was far, far different from that.

He, Dr. Spencer Reid, had never been so turned on in his entire life.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I, I, um…." He wet his lips and cocked his head to the side, finding it ridiculously impossible to make eye contact with the woman across from him when all he wanted to do was memorize every curve of her body. Oh, God. That seemed to be the only thing he could think of. He shook his head, somehow managing to look up at Julie's face again. Her smirk had deepened, and she took a step towards him. Spencer flushed as he realized that the corner of her lips wasn't the only body part between the two of them to be cocked up. Spencer looked up at the ceiling – not sure where else he could look for fear that he'd pass out –, swallowing harshly, his heart beating so loudly in his ears he was certain he'd go deaf. "I-I'm sorry, Julie. I-I would have k-knocked if I knew that you were…were…um,"

Julie was directly in front of him now, trailing one finger lightly up his chest. Spencer swallowed yet again. He needed water. Or fresh air. "…Indecent." He somehow managed to croak out.

Julie shushed him, laying her finger lightly against his lips. "You're talking too much." She tilted her head and pressed her lips against the side of his neck, her tongue brushing swiftly across his skin before beginning to suck lightly against his pulse. Spencer immediately gasped at her touch, absolutely certain he was going to die of either anticipation or cardiac arrest within mere moments.

"W-why are you…" He tried to finish his sentence, but Julie hit a sweet spot against his neck, causing him to let out an unexpected moan in its place. Oh, God.

Julie pulled away, beginning to place lighter, sweeter kisses along his jawline. In between them, she answered his question. "You told me… that you had… a bad day… So I decided that…" She pulled away, looking him right in the eye, her expression sultry and lusting. He shivered. "I'd try to help." She cupped his face softly and pulled his lips to hers, and he sunk into the kiss immediately. He brushed his tongue along her lower lip before pulling on it ever so lightly. She let out a moan in response, and he felt his pulse raging through his entire body. He felt Julie smile against his lips, and he pulled away from her to look down at her yet again, completely enamored. She looked down, almost bashfully, her right hand trailing down his chest to rest on his pulsating member through the fabric of his pants. He quickly drew in his breath. He'd never had a woman be this intimate with him, and he couldn't even imagine what was yet to come. Oh, God.

Julie gazed up at him again, his pulse still racing. "Will you let me?"

Spencer's mind was racing too quickly for him to process anything. "L-Let you?"

Julie smiled naughtily at him, her eyes sparking with a hint of mischief. "Will you let me help you?" Her fingers danced teasingly so along the waistband fabric of his pants. The sensation of her fingertips along his lower stomach caused his knees to nearly buckle. Everything was white hot for a moment. He was most certainly going to die from this.

He swallowed harshly, unable to form any comprehendible words, and nodded his agreement to her before once again pressing his lips against hers passionately and entwining his arms around her body.

Oh, God.

To Be Continued

A/N: lol, sorry, I had to. Review please.