Shifting her weight, Jessica struggled to keep her shopping in her arms. She sure missed English carrier bags. The doors to the lift opened and she managed to navigate her way into the hall before the bag slipped. Squatting she managed to stop her shopping from going on the floor as it rested on her knee. She never realised how hard doing things one handed was until they'd put her wrist in this stupid cast. She tried using her left hand to support the bottom of the bag, but it was still too sore. "Fine stay on the floor!" Letting her shopping drop to the floor she stood up and went to unlock her apartment door. Returning to her shopping she pushed it along the hall with her foot. It wasn't until she had to chase a pot of Ben and Jerry's down the hall that she noticed him.

Spencer stood by his door watching as she pushed her grocery bag along the hall with her feet, he looked at the keys in his hand before putting them in his pocket and moving towards her. She looked up as a tub of ice cream rolled out of the bag and away from her intended goal. Hurrying forward he went to pick it up but she snatched it away. She was refusing to meet his gaze. With only one hand and shorter legs he had the advantage over her. Picking up her groceries he stood up and peered into the bag. "Ice cream and chocolate, looks like a successful shopping trip."

"Daphne would make a awful nurse, there's nothing fun in the apartment and she's not back until tomorrow."

"She left you alone?"

"She's in Florida for training. And it's a fractured wrist. I won't die. Can I have my shopping back?"

"Not if you don't look at me."

"Fine…I can live off of one tub of Ben and Jerry's. Bye." Frowning Spencer watched her go inside, following behind her he heard her huff.. "Look I think I have a good reason not to want to face you at the moment. I can remember what exactly happened…and I'm fully aware Daphne brought me to where you work while I was off my face. Trust me, right now I don't want to look at anyone."

"I don't care about that. You got hurt and…and I just want to make sure you're ok."

"I'm fine."

Putting the bag on the worktop in the kitchen Spencer looked at her. He missed her and seeing her hand in a cast made him feel bad. "Jess..?"

"Yes?" She had her back to him now as she put her shopping away.

"I…" He stared at her back, he wanted to hold her, apologise for breaking up with her, after all, had they still been together she'd never have been walking home from anywhere alone. "I…I'm glad you're ok…Knock if you need anything." leaving he closed the door behind him and sighed, maybe he really did need to think about moving.

The fire cracked and jumped, casting shadows around the cabin, they were both sitting on the rug in front of it with Jessica's Monopoly board laid out in front of them. "Mwaaaah! Bond street, pay up Spency."

"I swear you're cheating."

"Oh please, are you telling me you don't know of a way to cheat?"

"No…" Kissing her he pulled her close, when they broke away she raised a eyebrow. "Oh look, a hotel has sprung up on Leicester Square.".

"Contractors now seem to be able to build a lot faster now."

"Same goes for demolition." Flicking the offending hotel Jessica watched it scoot across the floor-

Spencer was woken by a hurried knocking. It took him a moment to register that it was coming from his front door. Checking his clock he saw it had gone one. Who the hell? Rubbing his eyes he went to the door and peered through the spy hole. Seeing Jessica standing outside he quickly unlocked the door and opened it. "Jess what's wrong?" It was clear she had just got up. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing shorts and a vest top.

"I…I can't sleep." Jessica shuffled her feet, embarrassed that she'd knock on his door in the first place. "Keep having nightmares and once I'm awake I just keep hearing noises. Can I crash on your sofa?"

"Come in." Locking the door behind her, Spencer looked at Jessica, considering the hours she had spent in his apartment she looked out of place and awkward. "You can share with me."

"What?…I'm fine on the sofa…" Her mind was racing, it was hard enough being in his apartment, but the thought of sharing his bed again. She was considering excusing herself and going back to her own bed.

"You're not sleeping on the sofa with that arm." Before she could argue any more Spencer took her good arm and led her to his room. Sitting on the edge of his bed she watched as he got some blankets and extra pillows. "When I got shot I used this pillow to rest me leg on. Here." As much as she was capable of getting in to bed herself Jessica allowed Spencer to help settle her. She knew it was a bad idea but being close to him calmed her nerves. She hadn't been able to relax properly since she was mugged. Burrowing down in the layers of blankets she watched as Spencer left the room.

She could smell him, she felt her eyes closed a she focused on the pleasant fresh smell that was Spencer Reid. They could bottle it, it was so perfect. Realising that the bottom pillow smelled more of him than the top one she switched them and sighed as she placed her head back down, the smell of the man she loved engulfing her. Spencer returned and smiled, her eyes were closed but he knew she wasn't asleep, still a smile was forming on her lips. His stomach gave a twist as he noticed she had swapped the pillows. "I brought you a glass of water." Her eyes fluttered open and he could see she wouldn't be awake much longer. Placing the glass down he moved to his side and climbed in. "Night Jess." Jessica gave a happy sigh in response and Spencer closed his eyes, urging all the feelings that had returned since seeing her earlier to go away.

The flames of the candles scattered around the bedroom flickered giving the room a cosy feel, wrapped in his arms Jessica sighed. Christmas had been perfect. "I don't want to go home." She whispered. She felt Spencer rub her arm with his thumb and shuffled herself closer to him. "It's been the best ever." She felt him place a kiss on her neck, closing her eyes she sighed. "And I definitely prefer you away from work." She felt Spencer trail kisses along her shoulder and then back up her neck towards her ear.

Opening her eyes Jessica looked into the darkness, the soft kisses lingering. The dream had felt so real she could actually still feel the kisses he had placed on her skin. She was just closing her eyes again when she realised something was draped over her waist. Her eyes opened wide and she tried to clear her mind to make sure what she was feeling was real. Yes that was a arm and they were definitely-

"Glad you're awake…" His perfect voice was like music coming through the darkness.

"Spencer?" She whispered wondering if this was just a extension to her dream.

"Who else?" She felt the arm around her tense as he shifted across the bed closer to her. "I've been awake for hours, listening to you sleep and thinking."

"Are you saying I snore?"

"Yeah…No." He gave a soft laugh.

"So what where you thinking?"

"That I want this again. I've missed this, and you. Can't say I miss your cousin…"

"She's…complicated. Let's not talk about her."

"We kind of have to, she is part of the problem."

"Yeah I know, she can be problematic sometimes. I guess I'm just used to it. Not much I can do though."

"Move out?"

"I like living with her though. And I like living next to you and I'm close to work."

"Can't she move?"

"Hey Daphne, you know how you invited me to live with you? Well you seem to be a big problem with me and Spencer so can you move out of your apartment?"

"We've got to do something."

"Spencer, please don't make me choose. She's my best friend, I moved half way across the world to be with her. I've grown up with her, she's only two months older than me. I know no one else gets it but…I know why she is how she is. I've been like it with some of her boyfriends. We grew up with this silly fantasy of marrying guys that would be best friends, we'd live next door to each other. I guess when one of us meets a guy that won't fit into that it reminds us of the inevitable. That the fantasy is a silly pipedream. Neither of us are good at sharing."

"I'm not asking you to choose. Teaching her my name would be a start."

"I'll try but she's like a old dog."

"And don't tell her anything else about us."

"Trust me, I don't plan to."

Spencer's arm left her waist and Jessica heard his bedside table draw open. "Here, Daphne almost shoved this down my throat." Spencer handed her red scarf back to her. Jessica was glad the lights were off so that he didn't see how happy she was to have it back. "You should of let the guy have it, you could of ended up a lot worse 547 people died last year from muggings alone. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you because of something I gave you. Promise me, if anything like that happens again you'll just give them what ever they want. I could of replaced that, I can't replace you…Jess?" Leaning over he saw that her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and steady. Kissing her temple he smiled as he laid back down and closed his eyes.