left in the dark - s. reid - chapter 1
A/N - fell back into my Spencer Reid obsession so here yall go ! GENERAL TW FOR THIS STORY - Drug use!!
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Sadie was the first person that Spencer would consider a best friend. Sure, Morgan and Penelope were his work friends, and JJ, they always treated him well but Sadie was different. She was the only person he would make plans and hang out with outside of work.
They would have their movie night and laugh over chinese food and painfully bad comedy. Wherever Sadie went Spencer wasn’t far behind. For Spencer, being around Sadie meant he could be him. Not some genius everyone knows him to be, he could relax, releasing all that tension in his shoulders.
Now, it was the only thing Spencer could think about to get him out of here. He was tied to a chair in front of a bunch of screens going in and out of consciousness while a manic with multiple personalities was tutoring him for answers he wasn’t aware of.
A few hours before, Sadie and Spencer were sent to an address to ask some questions and before she knew it they were splitting up. It was such a horrible idea. Why did she even bring it up?
The next thing she knew, it was dark when she heard the snarling coming from the dogs. Without thinking, she pulled her gun out and started shooting at the dogs. It wasn’t long until the local police officers pulled her out of there. She was still in shock when she saw Morgan. She ran into his arms, crying and mumbling about how Spencer was still in there somewhere.
She ran around to the side of the house and when she could find the van anywhere, it sent her into a tizzy. The entire team spent the rest of the night trying to find their resident genius while the guilt was eating away at her.
Eventually, thankfully, they found him alive. As soon as it was clear, Sadie ran up to him and scooped him into her arms.
“You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m so sorry.” She said, repeating those words until her sobs took over the both of them and she wrapped her arms around him tighter.
Hotch helped both of them up and led them to the ambulance where Spencer got treated for his injuries and Sadie refused to leave his side. She squeezed his hand, like if she didn’t, he would slip through her fingers again. They didn’t speak. Just sat close. However, after Spencer got checked out, he stood and started walking back towards the crime scene.
“Spence,” She started, her voice soft like rain on a window. “Where are you going?” She asked as she felt his hand slip out of hers.
“I…I left something.” He said, not looking back as he took another step closer to it.
“We can get a new one-” She tried but got cut off.
“It’s important. I need it.” He said, turning around and meeting his eyes with hers. Oh, those eyes. She could never say no to them.
“Okay, hurry back.” She said, he nodded. Spencer kept his promise. He was back in less than a minute.
“Got it?” She asked, offering a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. He nodded, looking back down at the ground, his hand snaking its way back into hers. There they went back to the black SUV and drove back to the field office.
The ride was tense but not filled with anything. Spencer was still jumpy at any noise so Sadie turned the radio off, she would steal glances at him every so often just to make sure he was okay. Every time she did, however, he would be looking out the window. She caught a glimpse of his reflection, he was giving everything a wide eyed look, like he was seeing the world for the first time again, appreciating it, because he was. Sadie knew why. He would never be the same after this. They both knew that.
It wasn't long before they all made it on the tarmac after they swung by the precinct to get their things and wrap up to hand Hankel off to the state police. Spencer was already preparing himself to be a witness in the trail. He was trying to remember everything he could but it was hazy because of all of the–
“Spencer?” Sadie spoke, breaking his train of thought and snapping him out of whatever trance he was in.
“Sorry, what?” He murmured out quickly, breaking his eye contact with the car floor.
“You ready? We’re here. We’re about to go home.” She said, trying to give him a convincing smile. He nodded but didn’t return the smile, Sadie didn’t expect him too.
However, they both gathered their things and got onto the jet. Spencer didn’t speak, he sat in the same spot he always does. At the table right next to her. He’s doing that thing where he is staring off into space again. She wants to ask but she doesn't.
This hasn’t been the first time something like this has happened to anyone on the team. They put their lives at risk every day to save the lives of others. The only question that Spencer is asking himself now is “Where is the line?” The truth is, he doesn't know and it feels like right now he’ll never know.
Sadie notices it. She always does. When his thoughts are lingering too long, when his eyes are still on something instead of skipping around like they always did. She reached over and took his hand, gently intertwining her finger with his. She wasn’t trying to make him talk or explain himself. It was just something soft, something to anchor him.
She’s done this before, for cases that sometimes hit a little too close to home, that linger a little too long. Most of the time Spencer wouldn’t react. It was like a silent agreement between the two. Holding hands felt like the sort of closeness that no one could say anything about. Morgan couldn’t tease him about it. Penlope couldn’t give him that knowing look. It was their thing.
Most of the time he wouldn’t react to the touch and if he did, it was something light. A brush of the knuckles if anything. This time was different. Once he felt her fingers intertwine with his, he hung on way harder. So much that his knuckles turned white. It was going to be a long ride home, back to normal.
