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Ok, i think i figured out why some of my words are missing, because sometime i don't put a space between a period and a new sentence. So, the next chapter I will make sure I put a space in between each sentence. So, if you guys find any sentences in this chapter that doesn't make any sense, please let me know in a PM so I can fix it! Thanks!
HINT:If you look really closely,you many have to squint, you can get a clue of what is to come in future chapters.
Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme
And I'm dizzy on dreams (and I'm dizzy on dreams)
But if you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one
B-baby we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it
(Gutter where we found it)
Cause you think you think your only crime is that you got caught
I'm singing
Whoa, how the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
They fall in love
How the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
Oh how the mighty fall in love
-The mighty fall by Fall Out Boy
There are some ideas so wrong that only a very intelligent person could believe in them.-George Orwell
Amber and Garcia headed to the hospital the second they got off the plane. It took them longer than they wanted. It had already been a few hours since they had gotten the news, and no one had called to tell them how Spencer was doing. Once at the hospital, they were shown the floor that Spencer was on. They were shown the floor that Spencer was on. They headed towards the team and fear flooded over Amber.
"What are we exactly going to tell them...about me?" Amber asked out of the corner of her mouth.
"Well, we can just say you are house sitting, which, technically you are."
"But I'm here, not house sitting Spencer's apartment."
"Good point." Garcia said as they finally reached the team.
"Baby girl!" Morgan said as he stood up from the waiting room chair. He looked at Amber, puzzled. "Who is this?" he asked as he walked over to the two of them.
Garcia pursed her lips. "This is Amber.." She said, trying to think of a way to cover for Spence.
"I am Spencer's roommate."Amber blurted out.
Morgan raised a brow. "Roommate?" Morgan repeated. Amber nodded. "Why would Reid need a roommate?"
"Well, he's never home, so I take care of the apartment while he's gone," Amber explained,trying to sound as calm as possible. "He's grown on me, I was worried about him so I came with."
J.J had overheard and stood up. "That's right, Reid told me he had gotten a roommate." She walked over to Amber and shook her hand. Amber glared at J.J not sure what to make of her going along with everything. Amber was also a tad bit jealous of her, she was perfect, too perfect. How could Spencer be with this woman all day and be happy to come home to her?
"So, is he still in surgery?" Garcia asked.
J.J nodded. "Thornburg almost shot him in the heart."
"All we can do is wait," Prentiss said. Amber sighed as she sat down next to Morgan. They sat there for hours, bored out of their felt awkward, out of place among her...was Spencer even her boyfriend? Could she even call him that? Anyways, whatever he was, she felt out of place among his friends. The way he talked about them they where like his had to make sure they liked her. When finally, a doctor walked up to them. All of them stood up, eager to hear what the man had to say.
"Spencer is fine. He needs some rest, only one of you should see him at a time." The doctor said.
"Thank you Doctor," Morgan said as the doctor nodded, turned on his heels and walked away.
"Who should go see him first?" Prentiss asked.
"I think Amber should go first." Garcia said.
JJ nodded. "I agree."
The rest of the team glared at them, wondering why they felt that Amber had the right to go in before them. "Alright," Hotch said, as he sat back down. He looked like he knew, somehow. Damn profilers.
"Are you guys sure?" Amber asked, not wanting to strike a nerve.
The whole team nodded. "We see him all the time," Rossi said with a smirk. Amber bit her lip as she walked down the hall. Spencer's door was open and she walked in, shutting the door behind her. It was dark in the room, there were no windows. There was a small light on, that was behind heart monitor he was hooked up to was beeping at a steady pace. Amber looked at him, really looked at him, he looked so...fragile. So broken.
"Spence," She said,her voice slightly cracking.
Spencer opened his eyes, he smiled at the sight of her. "Hey," the older man said.
Amber's bottom lip started to tremble, she had tears forming in her eyes. She bit her lip, to trying to contain her feelings. "How...how are you feeling hon?"
"Hon?" Spencer said, an amused look on his face.
Amber glared at him. "Shut up," she demanded as she walked over to him,she pulled up a chair and sat down. She took his hand in hers. "I...was worried about you."
Spencer swallowed. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, the whole time. While I was in the ambulance, while I was asleep in surgery. I just thought about how you would be so alone,if something happened to me." Amber pursed her lips together, Spencer sounded so sad, it broke her heart. Amber swallowed hard, trying to get the lump out of her throat.
"Well, don't worry about that now," she smiled at him. "But how could you do something so stupid? That's not like you."
Spencer sighed. "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to catch the son of a bitch."
Amber gasped at his language. "I don't think I've ever heard you swear."
Spencer laughed. "I normally don't unless I'm really mad." Amber smiled and looked down at her feet, she couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Reid could have been dead. She would have only had her friends, and none of them cared that much about her, except her friend Luke. But even then she didn't think he would let her live with him. Amber knew that without Spencer, she wouldn't be alive, because he gave her life. He was always warm, sweet and caring. He made her feel like she was the most important thing in the world, even though she knew she wasn't. Tears formed in her eyes and started trickled down her face. Spencer tilted his head, curious as to why Amber was staring at her feet for so long. "Amber," he asked. She tried drying her eyes before looking up. Spencer's heart sank. "don't cry," he pleaded.
"I just...I can't imagine my life without you," she mumbled as she looked away from Spencer.
Spencer squeezed her hand hard. "I feel the same way," he admitted. Amber looked back at Spencer and smiled.
Amber sniffled. "I...uh...I better let the team come in." she said as she let go of Spencer's hand and stood up out of the chair. She quickly leaned over and kissed heart monitor beeping noticeably faster.
Spencer blushed as reaction to the beeping, he laughed nervously. "Yeah, they might want to see me too."
Amber smiled sympathetically at the older man, as she made her way to the door. She turned the knob and quickly exited the room. She couldn't see him like that any longer. She hurried down the hallway, passing the waiting room of agents and Garcia. They called after her, but she just kept going. She was quickly walking to the nearest bathroom. She finally found one and walked inside, the door shutting behind her. Quickly, she walked into a stall and latched the door shut behind her. She leaned against the stall and buried her hands in her face. She started to cry harder. She wanted, so badly to tell Spencer how much she cared about him. But they weren't technically even dating. Yeah, she had been living with him for three months, but she didn't want to feel like she had to say it. Because since Spencer had let her live with him, it was like saying thank you. Like when some people get rescued and then 'fall in love' with the person that saved them. She didn't want Spencer to think she was saying it because he had, in fact done, just that. He saved her from ending up on the streets...or worse. But she wanted oh so bad to tell him how much she loved him. It was killing her. And saying it now, just because he almost died, didn't seem like a logical time to say it.
Just then, she heard the bathroom door open. Heels were clicking on the tiled jumped and looked up from her hands. She was quietly breathing, hoping the person would soon leave.
"Amber?" someone had asked.
"Yeah?" she said slowly.
"It's JJ," Oh great, little miss perfect. Amber thought. "are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Amber answered as she wiped her looked at her hand, her makeup had come right off onto her hand. She sighed, trying to ignore it.
"Look, I know I don't really know you, but I know that you and Spencer are more than just roommates." JJ confessed.
"How?" Amber asked.
"Spencer told me," JJ smiled to herself. "He really cares about you."
Amber rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know." she muttered, not sounding all that happy about it.
"You don't sound too thrilled."
"I just..." Amber trailed off, trying to think of a way to explain it. "We are more than friends but then we aren't."
"Oh? How so?" JJ asked as she leaned against the sink counter top.
"Well, we kiss but that's it. We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend...I honestly don't know what the hell we are." Amber explained.
"Well, Spencer's never really been in a relationship. Maybe he just needs to be pushed in the right , he's a guy, they are usually clueless when it comes to us girls."
Amber giggled, JJ had a point. "I just can't help but think...he doesn't want me. I mean I'm nothing compared to him." Amber admitted.
JJ could hear the pain and confusion in the younger girl. "I know, it's hard to tell what is going on in that big brain of his," JJ explained. "But, the more time you spend with him, the more he will trust you and realize his feelings for you."
Amber sniffled again, her eyes scanning the bathroom stall, as if there was a hidden message somewhere. Amber took in a deep breath, and slowly let it out. She turned to the door, unlatched it and walked out. JJ pushed herself off of the countertop, she scanned Amber,she didn't really get a good look at her before, everyone was blocking her before in the waiting room. Her makeup was running down her face, JJ didn't think she was crying that hard. Amber had on baggy capris, she was definitely insecure about herself. She had her hair up in a ponytail, that usually showed confidence. She was wearing big,black rimmed glasses. She must have picked them out to frame her hazel eyes, to make them stand out more. JJ almost forgot that the younger woman was in pain, she shouldn't have been profiling her. JJ lightly shook her head, trying to get back on smiled at Amber, and Amber gave her a quick closed mouth smile. JJ watched Amber as she walked over to the sink. She took off her glasses, set them on the counter, turned on the faucet, cupped her hands underneath the water and brought her cupped hands to her face. JJ quickly grabbed some paper towel from the dispenser at the end of the counters, she walked back over to Amber and handed them to her.
"Thanks," Amber said as she patted her face dry. She slipped her glasses back on her face and everything came back into focus. She turned off the faucet and threw away the used paper towels. The two women headed out of the bathroom, and headed back down the hall to the waiting room. Amber quietly sat down next to Rossi. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
"What nationality are you?"Agent Rossi asked, trying to get to know Spencer's friend.
Amber blushed lightly at the attention. "I'm Lebanese and Italian."
"Ah," Rossi nodded. "a dangerous combination." He stated with a smirk.
Amber laughed, "Yes," she agreed. "My dad is lebanese and my mother is italian. I have a few more mixed in there, but those are the main two."
"I'm italian." Rossi informed her.
Amber nodded. "Yeah, I could tell by the tone of your voice and your last name."
"Yeah, it's a given." he said.
"So, Spencer tells me that you write books? I mean that you are a published author." she said, trying to keep the conversation going.
"That is correct," Rossi confirmed. "Only crime books really. Are you a writer?"
Amber had an uncertain look on her face. "Sort of. I love writing, I write every chance I get. I'm going to college for my associate of arts, and then going to a liberal arts college."
"You don't really need a degree to write."
Amber sighed. "I know, but it's kind of a shame when you think about it. How just any person can publish a book. I'm not saying people don't have a right to voice their opinion but that some people write about, some very odd and messed up things." Amber admitted, not knowing to to put it gently.
Rossi nodded, "Trust me, you have no idea."
"No I do not, and I really don't even want to think about it. All the gorey and horrifying things you guys have seen." she cringed at the thought.
Rossi smiled at the young woman's innocence. "The world is filled with it, we just try to get rid of as much as we can."
"I know," Amber said as she leaned against the uncomfortable hospital chair. "I just can't get how someone like Spencer can be at the job."
Rossi shot her a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"Well, the eidetic memory for one. And the fact that he seems so..." Amber trailed off, trying to think of the right words to explain Spencer. "strong,but underneath I know it kills him when he seems someone die or get hurt that doesn't deserve to. He's very compassionate and gentle."
Rossi was a bit surprised, she knew Spencer better than he thought she would. "He is strong, but he can be a bit careless sometimes,like how he was careless today," Amber heard Agent Morgan chuckle, obviously listening to their conversation, even though his eyes were closed. "he may be a genius, but he does some dumb things, just like anybody he is gentle,he sometimes lets that get the best of him,and from that he has learned from his mistakes and is stronger."
Agent Hotchner appeared from the hallway Spencer's room was. "Rossi, you can go next." He said as he sat down next to Agent Mogan. He looked exhausted. Agent Rossi nodded and stood up from the stiff hospital chair. He started walking down the hall and disappeared out of Amber's sight. Amber sighed, hoping he wouldn't tell Spencer about their little conversation. Amber rested her elbow on the arm rest, she rested her head on her hand and closed her eyes. The excitement of the day had her completely drained. She just wanted it to be over.
Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong.-Leo Buscaglia
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