But It’s Sad and It’s Sweet
The title is an accurate description if I’m honest!! When writer’s block, make angsty.
CAUTION: swearing, breakup, general Criminal Minds stuff
Word Count: 443
You have to see him every day. Your ex who took you to stupid movie theaters and old museums. Dr Spencer fucking Reid.
You have to walk past Garcia’s office where you shared your first kiss every day.
You have to sit in the room where you announced to everyone, after you finished a case that made everyone question their own mortalities just a little bit more than normal, that you were getting married. The same room where you told them you weren’t.
His desk, opposite yours, where you showed him your favorite YouTube videos. Where you made funny faces at each other whilst making case notes, to make the night just go that little bit quicker. The joint custody heart shaped eraser that Garcia gave you as an engagement present sitting proud on the shelf made by the dividing half wall, gathering dust because neither of you will use it anymore.
The broom cupboard where you made love that one time at 2 in the morning before sitting down to do paperwork following a case in Vermont. And that second time. And third. Any time you two were alone in the BAU, really.
And you have JJ’s office, where he saw you break down for the first time because you watched someone die, and where he put his arms around you and kissed your hair and wiped your tears and told you that it gets easier. And where he broke down for the first time, too.
The picture of Spencer and yourself that used to sit on your desk, retired to the drawer, but you’re reminded every time you need something out of there. You can’t bring yourself to throw it away.
And then there’s Rossi’s office, where you had your final argument after Spencer did something so utterly stupid. You weren’t sure how a genius could be so stupid. He risked his life, really risked his life, when you’d already planned your lives together. He jeopardized that, and what for? To help catch one bad guy.
You’re in the elevator, and you push the button to go down to the parking lot. Spencer jams his hand in the gap just before the doors close.
“Fuck.” You whisper under your breath, knowing he can hear you.
“I’m not sure it gets any less awkward, you know.” Spencer sighs.
“Yeah.” You try to lean further into the corner away from Spencer. You know he can read your body language, but you just want to get as far away from him as possible.
“Is it OK if we talk about reinstating our plans?” He reaches out a hand to your shoulder, stopping just short…