Strange Peace
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
~Ingrid Bergman
~Ingrid Bergman
Spencer checked his phone, to see three missed calls. Emily Bronson.
He wondered what could possibly be wrong with her. He tried calling her back but, this time, it was her who seemed to not be available to talk to him. He got worried. He tried calling again. She didn't answer it. Spencer was now genuinely worried about Emily.
Emily, on the other hand, was worried about Nana. She had had a heart attack. Emily didn't know what to do. She had never witnessed a situation like that before. And now it was happening to someone close to her.
Aunt Daisy sounded bored on the phone, like she didn't actually care if Nana was alright or not, she just mumbled something about how she had so much more important things to do than go to hospital to see her mother-in-law die. Aunt Daisy was not exactly the most sensitive person in the world. She had agreed to meet Emily at the hospital, despite her obvious lack of will to.
Emily didn't know what to think. On one hand, Nana was the only family she had and, if something happened, she'd be all alone in the world. But on the other hand, Emily sure could use a break from taking care of an old lady who doesn't even know her own name. Truth is, Nana was a burden. As much as she loved Nana, an eighty year-old lady with Alzheimer's is always a burden, especially for a twenty two year-old girl who needs to work her ass off daily at a local morgue just to make it through the month without starving herself.
"Spencer?" They finally managed to talk, after a series of failed attempts. Emily's voice sounded somewhat distorted, like she was about to cry.
"Is everything alright?" He asked, truthfully worried. "Are you crying?"
She stood silent for some seconds, trying to find the words inside of herself to explain to him what was going on. She just couldn't. She was about to burst into tears.
"I didn't... I didn't know... who else to talk to..." She was now actually crying.
Spencer felt awkward. Despite his degree in Psychology, he had no clue how to deal with people in actual real life, As much as he felt sorry for her and as much as he wanted to do something, he just didn't know how. He didn't know what to say or do.
"What happened?" He simply asked, trying his best to sound worried enough, but not too worried. That would only worry her any further.
"Spencer..." She couldn't stop sobbing. "My grandmother..."
Spencer swallowed his own saliva, not knowing at all what he was supposed to do or say. He wanted to tell her to calm down, but he figured that would be rude. You can't tell a person to calm down when their only relative is hanging by such a breakable thread.
"Whe- Where are you?" He asked, not realizing how stupid it sounded to ask someone where they were when their grandmother had a heart attack. Of course the hospital would be the answer. But, then again, Spencer didn't think. This was becoming too much of a ritual for Spencer ever since he met Emily Bronson. He wasn't thinking anymore. Not as much as he used to, at least. And that was worrying. Could he be losing his mind?
"Well, I'll be right there..." He said, then hung up the phone, looking at Rossi who was giving him the kind of look that said who gave you permission to go anywhere?. Reid looked awkwardly at him, realizing he was actually his boss and he'd have to ask for permission to leave work earlier.
"You'll be right where, pretty boy?" Morgan asked, grinning. In his dirty mind, he was thinking Reid maybe got himself a girlfriend. Which was not entirely a lie. Not entirely true, either, but oh well.
"I need to see someone who's at the hospital right now." He said, looking into Rossi's eyes, so his superior would know Reid was not lying. "Please..."
"Okay, kid." Rossi said, unable to say no to Reid's sad eyes. He thanked Rossi and left in a hurry, hanging his messenger bag on his shoulder as he walked towards the door, trying not to run.
He was worried about Nana Beth, of course. Even though he didn't exactly know the lady very well, he did have a heart. But, above all, Spencer was worried about Emily. He just wanted to hug her and kiss her and tell her he was there for her, unconditionally.
Emily was on the waiting room, sitting on a very uncomfortable chair, her eyes laid on the pages of a magazine, but she wasn't really reading it. She was looking at the pictures of the perfect models with their perfect smiley faces and their perfect make believe happiness and wondering why she couldn't feel that happiness for a second, even if it was a mere make believe. She was about to burst into tears yet again, but she was trying her best to control herself, thinking all the happy annoying colorful thoughts she could possibly come up with. But one thought, one simple little nasty thoughs, of all thoughts, was depraving her mind, torturing her in the sweetest way possible: the thought of Spencer Reid's face. His big hazel eyes with dark circles under them; his thin heart shaped lips that tasted like coffee with lots of sugar; his skinny, however tight embrace that consumed her like a wild fire; his warmth inside of hers... It was her happiest memory of her twenty two years of existence and yet, it was also the saddest.
Spencer arrived at the hospital and immediately spotted Emily's, in his opinion slightly obnoxious, bright orange hair. He called her out. She ignored the first calling.
"Emily!" he called again, a little bit louder. She glanced up her magazine and, when she saw Reid's face, she smiled to herself and let go a couple of tears. Tears of joy. At least, she wouldn't have to go through that tough moment all by herself.
Aunt Daisy had already left. She had more important stuff to do. But she wanted Emily to keep her posted on Nana's condition. Go figure!
Not able to resist the urge of the moment, Emily held him so tight she would almost break his ribs. He hugged back, though, not caring if people were staring or not. He just wanted her to feel all of his love, which was actually immense.
"Don't cry..." He whispered, unable to think of something better to say in a situation like that. It was enough for her, though. All she wanted was to be in Reid's arms again and she got what she had wished for. That moment, she was truly happy. She managed to forget the rest of the world for those two minutes she spent on Reid's arms. They had to tear their bodies apart, though, for they were still a Federal Agent and a Federal Crime Witness. Yes, they were allowed to have a relationship of friendship and talk to each other outside of work. But what they had was beyond friendship. Even if none of them wanted to admit it.
"Spencer... She's going to die..." Emily started bursting into tears yet again, thinking of what was going to happen if Nana really did die. "And I'm gonna be all alone..."
"Shh..." Spencer couldn't find the words to say to her. He had no idea what would make her feel better. He had absolutely no experience dealing with this type of situation. "Maybe we could take a five minute break and have some hot chocolate?" He gave her a tiny smile, hoping she would correspond. At first, she was skeptical about it, but she ended up curling her lips a little bit and giving him a very very small sad smile, agreeing to take a hot coffee with the man she was desperately in love with.
There was a small coffee shop near the hospital, in a somewhat hidden alley. They thought they could sit there and have their hot beverage and just rest their heads for five minutes. Emily, however, couldn't resist it anymore. She looked around, noticing no one was there, at least she didn't see or her anybody. And then she passionately kissed Reid's lips.
It only lasted for about ten seconds, but it was enough to fill both their hearts with the purest of joys, the true happiness none of them knew from some place else other than each other. They were each other's home. They somehow brought peace to one another, in the strangest way possible.
"Spencer, I... I..." She wanted to say it, the three magic words. But she was interrupted by a noise. It was a quick bumping noise, like two hard things colliding.
This noise caused them to immediately stop touching each other and take a step back.
"Maybe we should go inside." Spencer suggested, pointing with his head to the coffee shop.
Emily nodded in agreement and they both entered the small cosy coffee shop.
Walking towards the end...
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