A/N: Ok. So two things to address. First, I think I have figured out a plan. I will be updating once a week on Wednesday or Thursday and will spend the rest of the week writing. So hope you're all good with that. Second, I wrote the flashbacks as if we saw them, not as memories. So I just want to put that out there so no one can say it didn't make sense. They are played like a clip from the past. not a direct memory. Ok. On to the Story.

*Flashback*

Reid really didn't want to go to this club. But Morgan had insisted, and it wasn't just Him and Morgan going. Apparently so was Elle, JJ and Garcia. He would rather go and spend the evening with Gideon playing Chess, but unfortunately, Gideon had other things he had to attend to. So, for some unknown reason he decided to go. And as he sat, watching his co-workers and friends dance, He was greatly regretting that decision. Especially after someone pushed into him.

"Oh my god! I am totally sorry! My friends were being stupid and pushed me!" The girl said to him. She looked up at him. 'Oh wow.' She thought. 'He's cute.' She felt her cheeks starting to burn.

"Uhm.. No it's fine. Uhm.. Here with friends?" Reid said looking at her, he couldn't see many of her features since the lighting was so terrible. But as he felt his cheeks start to get warm, he was was grateful for it.

"Yeah. My two best friends to be exact..." She looks over her shoulder and noticed two girls staring at her and Reid. "Who happen to be staring at us right now..." Reid looks at the two girls and then back at the girl standing next to him. 'She's really cute.. And she's talking to me... Say something Reid. Say something.'

"Coffee." Reid blurts out. The girl looks at him.

"Hmm What?" She said, slightly confused. 'Damn Reid. Now you definitely look like a blithering idiot.'

"Uh.. Uhm.." He said flustered. She looks over as the girls yell over to her.

"Hold that thought." She said to Reid. "I will be right back." She said as she headed over to the girls.

"Flirting?" Said one of the girls who had bright blue hair. She was super skinny, where a short dress, that stopped lower high thigh and was strapless. The other girl raised her eyebrows at the first girl. She had short hair that was recently cut and dyed dark. She also wore a dress but it was tight and stopped at the knee and had straps.

"Haha Peyton." The first girl said as she came was referring to the blue haired girl. Then she looked towards the other one. "You called me Sonya?"

"He's kinda cute." Sonya said. "I little dorky, but totally your type."

"Looks like that push did you a favor Arabella." Peyton said. Arabella rolled her eyes.

"Go for it Ara!" Sonya said giving her another little push. Arabella hesitated. "If you don't want him, I'll gladly take him." Arabella sighed.

"Fine, I'll talk to you guys later." Arabella said.

"We will be expecting Details!" Peyton yelled. Arabella rolled her eyes and walked back over to Reid.

"Glad to see you waited." She said with a smile. "Sorry my best friends are idiots." Reid looked at her and smiled slightly. "Hey you wanna go outside? It's warm in here. And a little to loud for my taste."

"Uh.." Reid Said. "Sure." She grabbed her purse And he grabbed his bag. "Wait for me outside." He said to her, he wanted to let JJ know that he was leaving. When he got outside he found the girl standing against the wall. Now that he was in better light, he could see her better. She had a heart shaped face and dark, wide eyes with dark hair the hung loosely around her wore a tight fitting dress that stopped mid-thigh with slightly off the shoulder straps and had simple heels on. She looked up at him and smiled. He started to blush, thinking about how he was dressed, since he had come right after work with everyone, he was in slacks, converse, a button down with a sweater vest.

"We haven't been Properly introduced." She said coming over and meeting him half way. "I'm Arabella Knight."

"Spencer Reid." He said, shaking her outstretched hand. She smiled and nodded her head over to the right. They started walking. "Where we going?" Arabella shrugged.

"Who knows?" She said with a smile. "I love just going for walks."

"While wearing heels?"

"I prefer doing things in heels." She said with a smile. She looked down to the ground. "So Spencer Reid," Reid looked at her. She stopped and they crossed the street. "What do you do?"

"Uhm..." He said as they walked into a park. "I work for the FBI." Arabella stopped, shocked.

"But you can't be more than a year older than me." She said. "And I'm 22." They continued walking.

"Yeah. I have PhD's in Mathematics, Psychology, Sociology, and Chemistry."

"You must be a genius." She said.

"I don't think that intelligence could be accurately quantified but I do have an IQ of 187."

"Damn." Arabella said. It got quiet and Reid felt awkward.

"So uhm... What do you do?" Arabella Smiled.

"I work as a Bridal shop consultant. Actually that plays a lot into me and Sonya's friendship. She the girl with the dark hair that pushed me into you. The one with the Blue hair is Peyton."
They walked in silence until they got to a bench and sat down.

"So how does your job play into you and Sonya's friendship?" He asked.

"Well, I work in a bridal shop, She works in a hair salon right down the street. So we send people to each other. When someone's getting their hair done and mention they are looking for a dress, since we provide dresses for events as well, Sonya will send them to my store and say to ask for me. And when I get a customer who's looking to get their hair done, I send them to her. So it helps us both." She said with a smile. They sat in silence for a while. "It seemed like you definitely felt out of place there."

"Yeah. My co-workers dragged me from work... As you can see."

"It's ok. I got home from work and was told I was going."

"At least you looked like you belonged."

"I feel fat in this." She said, pushing her tummy in.

"You are not." He said.

"Doesn't change the fact I feel it. Or that I would have rathered sit at home in a tee shirt and yoga pants reading Sherlock Holmes."

"You love Sir Aurthur Conan Doyle?" Reid asked, interested suddenly.

"Yes. My grandfather introduced me and then I had to cover a story for my senior English class." She smiled. "You?"

"Yes. Very much so." And for the next few hours, They talked about their favorite stories, until it got chilly and Arabella started to yawn. That's when Reid insisted they go home, But the made plans to meet up the next day for lunch. The next day at work, Reid was teased but he didn't care. He enjoyed the time he spent with Arabella. He hoped there would be more.

*End Flashback*

Reid sat in his hotel room thinking. He was sorta upset that he had a case to go to and he had to cancel his trip with Arabella and Ella to visit her parents. So there he was, sitting there, remembering how the day they met played out. It made him happy remembering their past. He remember how much she was always there, even when he had his dilaudid problem. He sighed thinking about that...

*flashback*

Reid was sprawled out on his couch, his eyes closed tight, trying to sleep. He was on a come down. He hated the crashes, they made him sleepy and start remembering things. He hated remembering, since it was never the good stuff he remembered. He only ever remembered all the pain throughout his life. Just then, he heard someone at the door and he decided to not get up. He was hoping that they would just go away. He was also ignoring his phone. Too bad for him that Arabella had a key. She walked in and took sight of him. She sighed, clearly upset at what she saw. She had a feeling he was on something. Seeing him like that practically confirmed it. But what did actually confirm it, was what she saw in the bathroom. There on the bathroom sink counter, were vials and syringes . Sighing She walked out and went into his bedroom. She didn't like doing what she was about to, But she knew that she had to. Steeling herself, She started searching his drawers, looking for syringes and drugs. Finding some, She sighed and wiped the tears that leaked out. She then searched his closet and messenger back. After that, She found herself crying. Taking what she had confiscated into the bathroom, Arabella left them there for a short minute as she went into the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels and a garbage bag. She looked over at Reid and silently started crying again. Returning to the bathroom, she put the vials into the bathtub, on top of some paper towels and stepped on each one. She cleaned the glass off her shoe, picked up the paper towels and threw them in the garbage bag, and turned on the water to clean out the tub. Turning to the syringes, she took a bunch of paper towels and scattered them on the floor. First she took each needle and carefully broke the needle part, pulled the plunger part completely out, and placed the barrel part on the paper towels on the ground. Once that was finished, She smashed every single on of the barrels and threw them away as well. Turning off the water, She walked into the kitchen, deciding to make Reid a cup of coffee and wake him up. Once he was up, She would talk to him. She turned on the machine and smelt the bitter smell as it was being made. Once it was done, She loaded it with sugar and brought it over to him.

"Spencer." She said softly, shaking him. "Spencer." She cooed. Slowly he woke up.

"Arabella?" He asked, half asleep. She nodded. "How long have you been here?"

"Uhm..." She looked at a clock. "About an hour." He glanced frantically towards the bathroom. "Don't bother. I found them." She mad him look at her in that moment. "All of them. The Vials, the syringes-"

"You searched my room and my bag?" He asked, almost in disbelief. He trusted her and she did that. He was starting to get angry.

"I had to Spencer." The pain clear in her voice. "I had to find them and break them all." She started crying again. "You don't need them. Can't you see you're just hurting yourself? You're a genius, you should know what these types of things do to you."

"I just want the pain to go away." He said softly. Arabella reached up and gently touched his face.

"Spencer, it does go away, almost permanently. But with drugs, It just rips the fresh scab off the wound every time you come down and it gets more and more painful." She was crying softly, as was he. She wiped a tear of with her thumb. "And I'll be here. To help you with everything. The withdrawal, the confusion. I'll call out first thing in the morning." She said. Reid just looked at her and smiled.

"Thank you."

*End Flashback*

Reid was ever so thankful about how much Arabella had always been there for him. She never ever flinch or gave a second thought when he was dealing with things and would yell at her. He got up and decided to change. As he did, his mind couldn't leave well enough alone. It just had to bring up what was not only what he considered the darkest days of his detox and recovery, but of his and Arabella's relationship as a whole.

*Flashback*

Reid Didn't know how long it had been since she broke everything. All he knew is that he was sitting in bed, freezing, and it was all that stupid bitch's fault. She didn't care about him. in all honesty, she probably only wanted in his pants. If she did care about him, she wouldn't have done this to him. The logical part of his brain was saying something, but he was in too much pain to even think about it, or process what it was trying to tell him. It didn't help that all his memories, his bad memories, were flooding him. Like when his father walked off. Or the dozens of times he came home from school and his mother attacked him, thinking he was a intruder or came to kidnap her son. Or the time that Arabella herself had to go away on business for a few weeks and took at least a month, and the pain he felt then was filling him up now. He just wanted to forget. Why couldn't she understand, all he wanted to do was forget!

"Spencer?" Came Arabella's soft voice. Anger swelled inside of him. How dare that bitch who was putting him through all of this come into his room. His sancitiy. "How are we doing?" She put the back of her hand to his forehead, and he flinched. Her touch burned him.

"Horrible." He muttered. She leaned over and kissed his forehead lightly. He pulled the covers over himself. He was sweating, yet he was freezing.

"It's alright darling." She said softly. "I'm here for you. And I always will be. Remember that."

"NO!" Reid bellowed sitting up. "Why can't you just fucking understand?! I don't want to remember!" he stood up and his 6'1" figure towered over her 5' even one. "I want to forget! EVERYTHING!" And with that, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face. Hard. She looked up as him, shocked, her hand on her cheek. "Now why don't you leave me alone in my misery. Just like everyone else has." He turned away and crawled back into the bed. Quietly, Arabella stepped out of the room and closed the door. Reid lay there, trying to sleep when, through the closed door, he heard the sounds of Arabella softly crying. Within that lucid moment, he realized what he had done. All he wanted to do was get up, apologize and hold her tight. But suddenly his body felt heavy. So he did all he could, and go to sleep. The next morning, he woke up and the only memory that flooded him was of what happened the night before. Shame and guilt were the only emotions that filled him.

"Well hello there sleepy head." Came a soft bright voice in the doorway. He looked up and there stood Arabella, holding his cup of coffee. Relief filled him, realizing that she never left. She walked over to him and put the cup on the night stand. He noticed that in addition to her bright smile, there was a huge red welt on her cheek. Guilt and shame flooded him once more.

"Ara! Look I'm so-" he started, but she shushed him with a kiss.

"Shh." She said holding a finger to his lips as they parted. "It's ok. I know you didn't mean it."

"But Still. I'm so Sorry. I will never let that happen again." He said pulling her down for another kiss

*End flashback*

Reid sat on the side of the bed, the feelings of shame and guilt and regret filling him once more. Even though she forgave him, he had not forgiven himself. And he didn't think he ever could. That is the one thing he will most definitely regret all his life. Grabbing his phone, he decided to Call Arabella, not really caring that it was late, both where he was and where she was.

"Hello?" She answered after the third ring. She sounded tired.

"Hey." Reid said. "Did I wake you up?"

"Nope. haven't gone to bed yet. So don't beat yourself up." She said with a small smile.

"Why not?" Reid asked, concerned. She should have been out by now.

"Someone really misses her Daddy." Arabella answered with a yawn. "But enough about us. Why aren't you asleep? You have bad guys to catch, I just have bitchy, snotty brides to dress. And I'm off this week."

"I can't sleep. I keep thinking." He said softly.

"About what babe?" Arabella asked, changing gears to being almost like his therapist.

"That day... When... When I..." His voice trailed off. He couldn't bring himself to say it. Arabella sighed on the other end.

"Spencer. I told you then and I'm telling you now, it's fine. I know you didn't mean it. And I never stopped loving you. Now please. Go get some sleep and catch that bad guy. Come home to us. Soon and Alive."

"Ok Ara. I just needed to hear your voice."

"I love you."

"I love you too." Reid said. "Bye." He hung up his phone and slid underneath the covers. Sleep came easier to him, knowing the Arabella loved him.

So thank you to all who have read, reviews, favorited, and/or alerted. :) again I am planning on updating once a week. So please R&R :)

~Littlemiss-RozaAnn~