The Secret Social Life of Dr. Spencer Reid Chapter 15

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Spencer Reid and Kathryn Hart had just moved in to their new apartment. She was 22 and he was 23, they'd been living in a small but cosy apartment for four years before deciding that they needed more space. This apartment was bright, unlike the dim smaller apartment that they used to live in; it had a walk in kitchen with a matching refrigerator and oven, complete with marble counters and matching dishes. There were three bedrooms, all simple with double beds and walk-in wardrobes. The first two bedrooms had an adjoined bathroom; the rooms the roommates had claimed, consequently. The lounge was simple too, there was a three-seater soft white couch, next to it was an end table and then to its side was a two-seater soft white couch. A rug had settled itself between the two couches and a coffee table stood on top of it. The TV was decent sized and their DVD collection was situated next to it. The fireplace was to the right of all of this; the mantelpiece held various photos of the pair, the pair with Lindsey and Lucas, them with Katie, Lindsey and Lucas' daughter and of course, Spencer and his mother. Although the apartment seemed very simple with its cream walls and basic furniture, it had a homey feel to it and looked sophisticated and smart. Indeed there was a bookshelf with its back to the wall on the side nearer to the third door. It was beautiful; perfect.

"Feels like home already." Reid stated, walking passed her and kissing her on the forehead. She loved the feeling she got when he did that, butterflies. He was the only person capable of making her irrational, capable of making her feel so much so quickly. "I'm glad it's you that I've moved in with. I couldn't have it any other way. I love you Kathie." The young girl just smiled and blushed.

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Penelope , JJ and Emily had forced Kathryn along to their 'Girl's Night Out', she had said 'no' several times before they turned up at her door and kidnapped her. See, her and Spencer still weren't on speaking terms which made her cranky which affected her relationship with her boyfriend of a week, Keith, and so he broke up with her. Now she was more annoyed with Spencer and was a time bomb waiting to explode. Of course, he was aware of this and as much as he wished he could take it back, he didn't want to be the first to talk. He did not want to be on the receiving end of her rage. So now there the girls were in the middle of the Kathryn owned club in a some-what comfortable silence.

"So are you not ever gonna make up with Spence?" JJ asked. It'd been a very long silence – long enough for them all to finish their third drink and she had taken her time. Both Kathryn and the genius were adults and yet they played such petty little games with one another; no wonder they weren't together. Their jealousy was bad but the way they irritated each other was worse – maybe it was the sexual frustration. Yes, that's what it is. There was no other possible explanation.

"It's not down to sexual frustration." The brunette replied, of course the young blonde, JJ, was shocked for a moment at her guess, her scarily accurate guess, before realising that she was a profiler. "I don't know. I hope so, I guess. He just needs to apologise, I'm not gonna be the first to talk to him. He's the one in the wrong not me." Her tone was final, it left no room for argument.

"Reid's stubborn though." Garcia countered, she was going to argue if it meant they were fine again, they were breaking each other apart and it upset her to see them so upset.

"Didn't we come out to have a good time?" Every time they went out, the conversation always rounded back to the pair of geniuses, one genuine genius and the other an 'evil genius' according to her best friend. "I want to have fun and talking about my ex-best friend is depressing. Really depressing actually." She called the waitress over and ordered another round, looking longingly at the dance floor. She wanted, no she needed, sex. Sex made everything temporarily better. "Anyone wanna dance?"

"Finally. Thought no-one was going to ask." Emily replied jumping up and dragging Kathryn with her. The other two sighed before getting up and moving to them. They group danced before splitting off – Emily with a very handsome, 6ft 3in, black haired, browned eyed guy; JJ and Garcia back to the table to gossip and Kathryn had long left with some sandy brown haired guy with green eyes and a nice smile.

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Spencer was pacing at home; his thoughts were racing a mile a minute whilst his best friends' iPod was playing quietly in the kitchen. He couldn't be bothered turning it off, it was actually kind of comforting for him. Their lack of communication was getting to him; really getting to him. It'd never lasted so long before. What could he do to end it? There are only so many times he can apologise to her before it becomes just a word – her words, not his. He'd been pacing for an hour now trying to sort out his thoughts but he just couldn't. The last few days had the same routine, he would wake up, replay the same scene in his head and then hate himself for saying it. He was such a prick sometimes. He was so childish sometimes, but he had a right to be annoyed cos she didn't tell him. She'd been annoyed at him for not telling her about Nichole when she didn't tell him about this 'boyfriend' of hers. It's only just occurred to him that she didn't have the decency to tell him his name. He missed Nichole, he really did. What's worse was the more he thought about his and Kathryn's spat, the more he wanted to go back to Nichole; to vent, for sex. Sex made everything better, if only temporarily. Nichole was good for comfort, and yes it would be unfair to use her but, without his best friend he was nothing. He needed someone. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. He darted to the door, yanked it open and froze.

"Keith." He stated. Why did he have to open the door.

Keith smirked. "Spencer Reid. You're the 'Spencer' that Kathryn's so hung up on. Wow. I'm sure she'll get over you sooner than you think, especially considering she's just left my friend, Andy's apartment after having sex. No doubt she's coming back here but it must kill you to know that she'd rather get it from somewhere else than you. No less, Andy. You remember him right?" The man barged through the door and into the apartment. Suddenly, the whole place was disgusting to the genius, no longer home, just a forever tainted place that he didn't want to be anymore. All of the good memories him and his friends shared had been displaced by him. Now it was like a horror film. The memories, the bad ones came flooding back and he could see them clearly as though it was, in fact, a horror film. "I'm just gonna wait for her I think." He laughed slightly as he saw the trace of fear lingering on his victims face.

Spencer removed his hand from the still open door and proceeded towards his torturer slowly but dangerously. He'd recovered from the shock and all of his anger and betrayal and hurt was re-directed from his room-mate to the cocky man in front of him. It's funny; he hadn't changed much at all. His hair was still blonde, his eyes just as blue, he was just as muscular and just as cocky. His smirk and laugh was the same. Spencer's hatred of him was the same. The only difference was that |Reid was pissed off, wasn't as scared, was more muscular than he used to be and had learned how to stand up for himself. He had learned that from Kathryn, learned that he was something, that he could be something. She was partly the reason he had the courage to join the BAU and to do his job day-in-day-out. Keith's 'friends' weren't around to protect him now, one advantage to Spencer.

"No." They were standing only a few inches apart now as the young genius spat the word out. "Get out!" He could feel himself losing control and he had never been happier that Kathryn wasn't there to prevent him from this.

Keith laughed bitterly. "Why what are you gonna do. Cry and beg and plead with me?" He crossed his arms with a smug look situated on his face; one that went right through to the core of Spencer. He'd never been so furious; he could feel it surging through him, hot like fire. It burned through his veins, through his body, through his mind. "I think I'll wait right here for Kathryn and apologise. You can watch as she chooses me over you. Everyone chose me over you. No-one cared, no-one cares about you. Never, not even now. Maybe she's just here because she pities you and feels sorry for you. She'll be mine again soon enough and then you can say bye cos I'll make sure she never sees you again, not that she'd want to. She's probably waiting to be rescued." That did it, Spencer closed the distance and punched him, easily breaking the older man's nose. He fell to the ground and Spencer used that to his advantage by kicking him in the stomach as he attempted to get up. Then again. Then again.

"Hurts doesn't it. Son of a bitch." Spencer shouted before kicking him again. He then moved back and waited for Keith to get up. He did but staggered a little, clutching onto his stomach and spluttering. "Is this how you felt as you beat me; that sense of satisfaction or did you get off on it? Did it make you feel good and superior to beat up an 11 year old? Is it because I was smarter and you were threatened? Please enlighten me cos I don't understand how someone could do that – think of how you'd feel if it was your kid that was doing that, or your kid that was the victim." A moment later Keith punched him in the face but Spencer only stopped for a moment before he punched his bully in the stomach. When the older man bent over, coughing and taking deep breaths, the genius connected his knee to the man's face. There was blood everywhere. Spencer was bleeding. Keith was bleeding. By the time Kathryn walked in, the pair were rolling around in a fist fight on the floor.

"What the hell!" She screamed as she rushed into the apartment. Both men stopped dead when they heard her. Spencer got off Keith and stood up, breathing heavily. "Why are you here? And why are you beating him to a pulp!" She asked pointing from her ex-boyfriend to her ex-best friend. She helped the blonde haired man up. Blood was dripping from his face, he had a broken nose, two black eyes, busted lip and his right cheek was heavily bruised and swollen. His hand was sprained at the very least and the way he got up suggested he had at least one broken rib. Spencer on the other hand only had; a cut up hand that was bruised heavily, split lip, black eye, cut on his forehead that was bleeding a little too much covering that side of his face with blood, and also a possible bruised or broken rib.

"I came to apologise to you and beg for your forgiveness and he found out I was your ex and attacked me!" Keith cried, throwing a disgusted look in the brunette man's direction. Spencer, with a brand new wave of fury, lunged at his nemesis and, well, he'd be lucky if he's ever able to reproduce again. Kathryn sighed before dragging Spencer back and slapping him across the face, much to the amusement of her ex-boyfriend; one that she regretted dating in the first place. When he looked back at her, she realised the fury that lay behind his eyes, she hadn't seen such a blaze in his eyes since the time she confronted him about the drug use – and even now, this was worse. Then, all he did to her was push her against a wall and trap her there with his arms while he made it clear to her that he didn't want nor did he need her help. However now, now he looked ready to kill her and tear her apart.

"Stop, please Spence." She pleaded as she took hold of his injured hand and kissed it. He stared at her for a moment, just blankly stared. At that moment his anger disappeared. That was until he saw Keith getting up off the floor. The young man's best friend kept him in place by pushing lightly on his chest with the palm of her hand.

"Keith, leave. Don't bother coming back. I'm not interested and I'm glad you broke up with me. Leave." She continued to look her best friend dead in the eyes as she, forcefully, said this; her best friend looking back.

"You're choosing him," the blonde, with blood covering his face almost completely, spat the word in hatred, "over me!" He was struggling to stay standing and blood was falling down his chin from his mouth as he spoke.

Spencer lightly moved the shorter woman out of the way and moved closer to his enemy, "get out or I'll force you out." He was practically daring the older man to defy and challenge him, but he didn't. Instead he limped to the door.

Before he left, he turned and looked at his ex, "you'll regret not choosing me. He'll fail to please you, to take care of you and you'll wish you chose me." Then he shut the door behind him as he walked out.

The pair had been in silence for a while now after the brunette grabbed her beaten up best friend and sat him out the couch, rushed to get the medic-kit, and began to clean his wounds kneeling in front of him in-between his legs. She had cleaned his face and hands so that there wasn't any blood and was now bandaging him up.

"I'm sorry for everything. But I did not just randomly attack him, well not in the sense that he said he was your boyfriend so I attacked him." He told her seriously. Unfortunately, she hadn't really looked at him properly since Keith had left. It made him wonder jut how annoyed she was, and if she was then she was hiding it incredibly well; he could always tell when she was annoyed. Always.

"I know." She replied still not looking at him but instead concentrating on bandaging his hand. The way she touched it so delicately made him smile briefly before he realised that he probably shouldn't be smiling in such a serious conversation. "I know you, so I know you wouldn't just attack someone. I also know that I've never seen you so pissed off, even when you were on dilauded. So either he really knows how to provoke you or well he really knows how to provoke you." She looked up at him then and smiled sympathetically before kissing his now bandaged hand. "I'm sorry too by the way, I should have a) told you that I have a boyfriend sooner, and b) told you that he broke up with me when it happened. Lift up your shirt by the way."

He smiled genuinely, the usual flirty twinkle returning to his eyes for the first time in days. "Gladly." Instead of 'lifting it up' like he was meant to, he took it off completely and threw it behind Kathryn. It revealed a large bruise around his right rib that was already a dark purple. The woman winced as she saw it. "It doesn't hurt too badly. I guess it looks worse than it feels." Another sympathetic smile graced her lips before she bent down and kissed the bruise. Unfortunately, it was also a turn on for him which made him curse as he hurried to try and think of something, anything, to occupy his minds. Something other than her of course.

"So, why was it that the pair of you were wrestling on our floor?" She asked, smiling devilishly when she realised why he was squirming slightly. He was just too cute and if this wasn't such a serious matter she'd have some fun with their situation.

This was not a suitable distraction. Although the anger had returned, he could think of only one way to get rid of it and it still involved her and him and sex. Damn it. "He used to bully me in school, like beat the crap outta me and he said some stuff about me, about you and I kinda snapped." Kathryn's face darkened slightly as she demanded to know what 'things' he had said. "Nothing really important, just that you'd choose him over me and the only reason you're here is because you pity and feel sorry for me. Said that no-one cares about me, just stuff. I guess I'd had enough of being pushed around by them. That and somebody taught me that I had to stand up for myself, that I'm worth it." He smiled down at her. "And before you lecture me, yeah I know you neither pity me nor feel sorry for me. You love me." He concluded before raising his brow and pulling her up and onto his lap, disregarding the pain.

"Yep. Which is lucky for you really or you'd be doing this on your own. I love you, Dr. Reid."

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Sorry but I'm not sure if 'dilauded' is spelt right :S

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