The Secret Social Life of Dr. Spencer Reid Chapter 3

Kathryn was starting to think that Maybe Spence was right, maybe she really was a bad influence. He started a bar fight! Just because some guy called her a slut. They knew he had a point – she had never had a relationship, she'd never kissed a guy, she would party, let a guy take her home, have sex and then leave. She always wore dresses so that she wouldn't have to undress; this was to ensure that she could leave straight after. As dysfunctional as it was, she was looking for someone like Spencer – someone who didn't like her because they wanted sex, that called her beautiful everyday rather than 'hot' or 'sexy', who teased her (although she was convinced that nobody could do that as well as him) and was actually able to catch her attention the way Spencer would. She couldn't help comparing everybody to him and she knew why; she just refused to admit it.

"You're an idiot do you know that?" Lindsey reprimanded him when both her and Kathryn got him back to his apartment.

"Hey! It wasn't my fault." Spencer replied in a stern tone, his speech slurring slightly. Kathryn had come back at this point, leaning in between his legs so that she could wipe the blood off his face with the damp cloth adequately in order to inspect the damage. She was aware that he had sprained his right hand from the repetitive punching to the guy's face. She was pretty proud of him though.

"To be fair he has got one hell of a right hook." She stated smirking but after receiving the parental shut-up look from Lindsey she decided to elaborate. "Come on the guy's gonna need stitches. It is a bad thing though Spence, and you shouldn't hit people no matter how much you think they deserve it." She just hoped that that sounded stern enough for Lindsey's liking.

"Oh well." was all that Reid had to say which made Kathryn have to suppress a smile causing Lindsey to roll her eyes and him to smirk at the reaction.

"You're not going to need stitches luckily but you do need a bandage on your wrist." When he started to protest she grabbed it, moved it slightly causing him to wince in pain. "Exactly." As Lindsey had gone to fetch a bandage (this was merely going to have to consist of a wraparound bandage with a little bit of the medical cellotape stuff) it meant the pair had some alone time.

"Don't fight again. It was incredibly stupid and you could have been seriously hurt. I don't care for your excuses so don't bother trying to defend your actions. I've been called a lot worse Spencer and I am more than capable of defending myself, I don't need you to do it for me. As much as I appreciate the sentiment it doesn't make you any less stupid. You know, for a genius you really are an idiot sometimes." She reprimanded. It was one of those rare serious moments that happened for her, they also only ever seemed to happen with him – there was his drug problem (this ended badly and they refused to talk to each other for a week until he completely broke down in front of her) then he got wasted with them and danced with three women; they had boyfriends who were very close to killing him resulting in the four, Lindsey's husband included, having to leave, then there was the time that he ran into a police woman: he was running and bumped into her, so he nearly got arrested and now there was this.

"Hey. I'm never gonna stop defending you and I don't care if you can take care of yourself, I will always take care of you until you tell me that you no longer want me around." By this point he had slouched a little more, still clearly drunk. Lindsey had thought it best to make coffee for the trio whilst she made sure that she could hear the conversation between the two. They were the only ones that either of them would ever listen to – they could be upset with each other and yet always apologise and comfort each other, they would listen to criticism from one another, could tell when the other was upset, fight and make-up again regardless of the situation – and they would both defend each other. Always.

"I told you that." Kathryn pointed out scrunching her face up slightly whilst noticing the closeness to one another for the first time. "I said I'd be her until you didn't want me anymore and you just pretty much said the same thing. Get your own statement instead of stealing mine." His reply was a laugh. Reid lifted the woman up and sat her next to him on the couch – her legs were obviously across his as usual and her head was almost on his shoulder with him holding her around the waist with one hand, the other tracing patterns on her thigh. It marked the end of that conversation.

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