Leap Of Faith - Fifteen
“Flying when hungover….. I’ve remembered now why I don’t do that very often.”
Spencer glanced over at Seph as she settled into the cab that was to take them to their hotel. She looked beat and he didn’t imagine he looked any better.
When they’d got back to their apartment last night, they’d continued drinking and talking, not realising that it was 4am until it was too late. They’d moved from one topic to another quickly, consuming another three bottles of wine between them.
Seph had been on a high from ticking another two items off her list and Spencer had felt that same rush from helping her do them. They’d sat out on the balcony together under the heating lamps just laughing and talking.
Spencer was starting to worry. He liked this girl. She was fast becoming a close friend, someone he felt he could confide in and talk to about his thoughts and feelings. She was someone who didn’t mock his intelligence and make fun of him for his quirks. And he could talk to her, about life. Not just work. He still hadn’t told her about Maeve and she’d not asked again, but he could sense that it was a conversation that would happen soon.
They’d finally gone to bed when they realised how late it was, setting their alarms for midday. They didn’t have to be at the airport until eight. The flight to LA was an overnight one, meaning hopefully they could sleep.
When he’d woken up though, he felt like he’d been hit with a ton of bricks. Red wine hangover. Not good at all. Reid had dragged himself out of his bed, heading into the kitchen in search of water. Quickly drinking a full bottle, he made two cups of strong coffee, placing them on a tray along with another bottle of water and a packet of aspirin he’d found.
Knocking on Seph’s door, he heard a noise that resembled a “What?!? Go away…. I’m dying.”
He was almost pleased that she was feeling as bad as he was, but he pushed open the door anyway, balancing the tray on one hand as he did so.
Persephone rolled over in her bed to look at him. She hadn’t bothered to take her make up off last night and her eyes were rimmed in smudged black eyeliner which trailed down her cheeks. Her hair was all over the place.
“I bought coffee,” he told her, placing a mug on her bedside table before looking around for somewhere to sit so he could drink his.
“In which case, I apologise for telling you to go away. Is that aspirin I see too? Share…..”
He laughed at her before deciding it wouldn’t seem too weird to climb onto the bed with her. Spencer set the tray down and handed her the painkillers and water, and then made his way to the other side of the bed, settling back onto her pillows.
She fiddled with the blister packs, popping two pills and swilling them down with water, before offering them to him.
He shook his head declining.
“Have you already had some?” she asked, obviously confused as it was a fresh packet.
“No. I, err… don’t take any sort of pain relief. Unless I’m in hospital and it’s beyond my control,” he told her, taking a sip of the hot coffee.
“Am I allowed to ask why? Or is that too personal?” Seph wiggled back down, pulling the covers up.
“You can ask, I don’t mind. I’ve asked enough about your life.” He had, he felt like he knew her life story now. Continuing on, he explained.
“A few years ago, I was kidnapped by a serial killer the BAU were hunting. He….erm, had multiple personalities one of which tortured me, whilst another would inject me with dilaudid to numb the pain. I kinda got addicted to it for a while afterwards. It was stupid of me, risking my career like that.”
Seph didn’t say anything, she just looked at him waiting for more.
“I’m clean now, I normally don’t even drink that much either. But I won’t touch any sort of painkiller. Unless it’s out of my control.”
“Do you still….. get cravings?”
“Yes. More than I care to admit. If I’ve had a particularly bad case then sometimes I’ll find myself wanting the numbness that it will bring. So I just try to find a meeting as soon as I can, or I message my sponsor. I haven’t relapsed. But there’s been times I’ve been close. Very close.”
“Would one of those times have anything to do with Maeve?”
So she hadn’t forgotten then. He’d kind of hoped she had.
“Yes it was. And….. I will tell you about her, I promise. Just not today okay.”
“Okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Spencer Reid,” she touched his forearm lightly.
“No I want to, Persephone. You’ve told me about all of the important parts of your life, so I’ll do the same. I want to tell you. I actually feel like you’d understand.”
“I’ll try. Whenever you’re ready. Thank you. For trusting me, and for treating me like a friend.”
“We are friends, right?” Spencer asked.
“I guess we are.”
They’d stayed on her bed for a while longer just talking about the previous night until it was time for them to make a move and start packing for their mini trip.
The flight had been horrific at the start. When they arrived at the airport they were told there was a three hour delay. Add that to a nearly six hour flight, with screaming children in the seats in front of and behind them, whilst they were both still extremely hungover, and both Spencer and Persephone had felt like they might cry.
Spencer was normally a patient person, especially when it came to children. But as the child in the seat behind him kept kicking the back of his chair, it was all he could do to restrain himself.
In charge of booking the flights, he’d booked economy not wanting to run up a huge bill on Seph’s card. He could see her looking longingly at the curtain that separated them from first class as she rubbed her temples.
“I’m sorry,” he said helplessly.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know we’d end up sitting between people who clearly are unable to control their children,” she said the last bit loud enough for both families to hear, causing the father in front to turn around and scowl at her.
“I’ll be right back,” she unbuckled her seat belt and rummaged in the over head compartment for her purse before walking down the aisle to where the cabin crew were.
Ten minutes later she came back, accompanied by a blonde Air Hostess with an apologetic look on her face.
“Grab your bag Spence. We’re moving.”
He looked at her confused but grabbed both his and her bags from the overhead locker and followed the hostess through the curtain and into first class.
Showing them to an empty row of three seats by a window she apologised profusely.
“I’m so sorry Ms Bella-Morte. I don’t quite understand how the mix up could have happened. Is there anything else I can get you to make the journey more comfortable for you?”
“It’s fine, don’t worry. It was probably my companions error in the first place, but I do thank you so much for assisting. My family uses this airline a lot. Perhaps some pillows and blankets would help?” She smiled sweetly at the blonde, her voice now very professional and business like.
“Of course, of course.” She scurried off, returning minutes later with two pillows and two blankets before leaving them to it.
“I’m not even going to ask what you said to her because I’m fairly certain that they’re not meant to reseat passengers mid-flight. But thank you so much. I think I would have had a melt down if those children hadn’t stopped screaming,” Spencer took the pillow she offered to him, leaning it against the window and placing the blanket over his lap.
“No problem. And you’re right. She shouldn’t have moved us. But she did and she’s now a few hundred dollars richer and I no longer have to worry about committing murder aboard an airplane. Do you mind terribly if I lean this on you?” She held up her pillow to him and Reid shook his head at her.
Seph adjusted the armrests so that they were upright and placed her pillow on his lap. Curling her feet up, she lay cross the two seats, covered herself in the blanket and settled her head onto the pillow leaving Spencer no choice but to rest his arm on her.
“Is this okay?” she asked him, realising the intimacy of her position.
“It’s fine. Try and get some rest. I know I’m going to,” he told her, shutting his eyes and praying to be able to sleep for the remainder of the flight.
He’d dozed for a bit on and off, waking up to see Seph’s eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted as she slept, her hair falling awkwardly over her face. He reached out to smooth it back behind her ears.
As he watched her sleeping he wondered what was going on in that mind of hers. Was she still seriously considering killing herself? Or was she starting to come around to thinking that maybe life wasn’t so bad after all.
If it reached her birthday and she told him she hadn’t changed her mind, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk away from her.
In fact, he knew he wouldn’t. He felt closer to this woman somehow than some of his friends. And he wasn’t about to let her kill herself. He’d have to take drastic measures which he’d feel guilty about doing, but he’d them none the less.
He just hoped he wouldn’t have to.
The ride to the hotel took around forty minutes and Spencer could see Seph nodding off again, her eyes slowly closing and her shaking herself every few minutes.
The sleep on the plane didn’t seem to have done either of them much good. With the delay and the time difference, it was approaching 6am in LA. They weren’t meeting his friend until 6pm.
They reached the hotel and checked into their separate rooms. He’d requested adjoining rooms and he’d told her this when he’d made the booking. Just in case. She hadn’t minded, finding it more amusing and making a flirty comment at him.
“How long can I sleep for?” She asked Spencer through the open door.
“We’re not meeting my friend until this evening and I didn’t really have anything planned for today. I’ve been here before and I assumed you had too.”
She nodded, LA had a Lux, of course she’d been here before.
“Maybe sleep until midday if you can and then we’ll go in hunt of food.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Seph closed the door between the rooms but didn’t lock it, and Spencer quickly stripped down to his boxers and crawled into the bed.
Texting his friend to say they were here, his shut of the light and fell into a deep sleep.