Strange Encounter - a Criminal Minds fic

Chapter 25

Amelia winced as she felt the stitches in her stomach pull, stepping out of Spencer's rental car. She went to grab her bag from the car, but Spencer swat her hand away and swung it over his shoulder. She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but shoot him an appreciative smile. He stood next to her as she looked up at her window of the apartment.

"Well, no time like the present. Could you.." She held her arm out toward Spencer for help, the wound in her leg starting to hurt. He gently supported her as they went into the building, not letting go until they stood inside of her room.

He watched her body visibly relax being in her space, kicking off her shoes and gesturing for him to put down the bag. He put it on the floor then sat in chair near her window, watching as she sat on the edge of her bed. He couldn't help but think of the only other time the two of them were in her room, when she had a nightmare the first night they met. How was that only two weeks ago?

"Well, I'm gonna get a quick shower. Do you like Vietnamese food?" Spencer nodded. "Sweet, could you call in takeout? I'll give you the number for a place down the street. I'll take an order of pho, pleeeease" she sang as she hobbled around her room, gathering clean clothes while finding the number to give Spencer.

He couldn't help but smile as he watched her. This was the first time he had seen her relaxed and in her element, being in her room, comfortable and safe.

"Yes, ma'am" he chuckled. "I'll wait for you on the couch an-"

"Ah, you might as well make yourself comfortable here.." She looked at her bed. "I uh, think I'd be more comfortable laying down in here. Plus, it's not like we haven't shared a bed before." She tried to say it lightly, but couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Spencer.

He cleared his throat, the memory of the night in the hotel and waking up the next morning popping up vividly in his mind. The way her hair looked, loose on the pillow, the dip of her waist where his arm rested when he woke up, her ass pressed into his..

"Hello, earth to Spencer?" She laughed, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Uh, sure, yeah. I'm just gonna call this in while you, uh shower" he stammered, embarrassed at his distraction.

Amelia smiled to herself as she walked into the bathroom, humming some song she had heard in the car. She hung her robe on the hook and laid her clothes on the counter, while she examined herself in the mirror.

Thankfully her nose was healed enough for the bandages to be removed, she turned her head to the side to examine it. The bruises had faded to an odd yellow color and it was sore, but otherwise okay.

Her fingers lightly skimmed over the bandage on her abdomen, her breath seizing in her chest. She put two hands on the counter and leaned her head forward, taking deep breaths.

Gunshots rang repeatedly in her ears, and she saw Spencer go sideways as she fell from the chair. She watched as he fired his gun in her direction, she assumed at Christopher. That scene played repeatedly in her mind and today was no different.

Shaking her head, she turned the shower on with cold water, needing to clear her head. Showering with bandages on your stomach and leg isn't easy, and it took Amelia a while. She reveled in the feeling of her fingers combing conditioner though her curls.

After she got out and dried off, she slipped into an oversized t-shirt and spandex shorts that hid under the hem of the shirt. She let her hair down to air dry and once again looked at herself in the mirror. At least she looked more herself, even if she felt like a different person.

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She walked into the hallway and heard Spencer shuffling around her kitchen. She walked into the room, her eyes widening in surprise.