You finished your interview and it went perfectly. Spencer had texted you in the morning from his new phone. You called him to tell him how it went, but the phone went straight to voicemail. You assumed he was busy, probable either working or sleeping.

Thirty minutes later you got a call from Penelope. "Y/N, get on the next plane back to DC."

"Is everything ok?" You asked worriedly, getting up from your spot on the hotel bed.

"Reid's currently in critical condition at the hospital. I'll have a car pick you up from the airport," she said softly, causing you to gasp. You sank to the ground, tears forming in your eyes.

"Penelope, tell me he'll be ok," you begged, your voice catching in your throat.

"He's a fighter. Just please hurry back. He left me a message he wanted to give to you. Do you want to hear it?" Penelope was trying to reassure you but all you could think about was him.

You thought about it before replying. "No, I'm going to talk to him. He's going to be fine and he can tell me what he recorded himself," you said, trying to convince yourself. You stood up and took a deep breath before flinging everything into your suitcase. You grabbed your bag and rushed to the airport, getting a flight that was leaving in 10 minutes. You fidgeted the entire plane ride, standing as soon as the plane docked to the airport. You arrived in DC an hour and a half later, pushing and shoving people aside as you sprinted out of the building. You got into the Suburban waiting for you outside.

The driver ended up driving with lights and sirens, getting you to the hospital in 10 minutes. You were sure this wasn't allowed but you assumed Penelope pulled some strings. You would have to get her something for doing this for you. She was a good friend to Spencer.

You jumped out of the car the second it pulled up to the hospital and ran up the stairs to the 6th floor, rushing to the ICU doors. "I'm here to see Dr. Spencer Reid. He's in critical care," you breathed out, leaning against the counter.

"I'm sorry miss, no one other than family is allowed back," the blonde nurse replied. You groaned and felt tears well up in your eyes. A muscular man, who you assumed was security, walked towards you. You had tears running down your face, your mascara was smudged, your clothes wrinkled as you clutched Spencer's cardigan which was wrapped around you. You probably looked insane. You were going to go insane if you couldn't see him.

"Miss is everything ok?" the man asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"No, my boyfriend got hurt and they won't let me in because I'm not family. But his only family is his mom and she's in Vegas. So who else is going to be there for him?" You rambled, more tears running down your face. "I just want to see him. I tell him not to put himself in harms way but he doesn't listen."

"Y/N?" the man questioned. You nodded, you're eyes widening when you realized who the man actually was. "I'm Derek Morgan, I work with Spencer." Your face lit up, praying he would let you see him. "She's with us," he said to the nurses at the desk, flashing his badge. He wrapped an arm around you and guided you to Spencer's room. Before you went in he stopped you. "He's fine. It was rough for a minute but he's ok. So breathe," he said, trying to calm you down. You took a breath and opened the door, seeing Spencer lying in the hospital bed.

You walked closer, placing a kiss on his forehead. You sat down next to his bed, holding his hand in yours. Derek joined you in the room, sitting on the other side of his bed.

About an hour or two later, Spencer awoke. "You're eating Jell-O?" He asked Derek.

"Hey Kid."

"Is there any more Jell-O?" Spencer inquired, trying to sit up.

"I think there's something you'll like more than Jell-O," Derek replied, motioning his head to your sleeping self that was curled up in the hospital chair, your hand laying on Spencer's lap. Spencer smiled, and reached for you before groaning in pain.

"Derek this is a weird favor. And you have every right to say no," Spencer began.

"Anything," Derek replied, putting down the jell-O cup.

"Can you pick her up and put her on the bed? She doesn't look comfortable at all," Spencer asked. Derek nodded and picked you up, placing you into Spencer's open arms. Spencer pulled you close, kissing your forehead. You woke up, feeling his arms around you.

"Spence?" You questioned.

"Shhh, I'm right here. I'm ok," Spencer reassured you. Your eyes fluttered open, landing on him.

"Spence! Thank god you're ok. Never do this to me again. I was so worried. What if I lost you?" You said angrily. Spencer laughed and kissed your forehead gently. You smiled, cuddling into him. Derek grinned and left the room, shaking his head.

"I have something to tell you," Spencer said gently. You sat up, facing him. "I love you," he whispered. "You hung up the phone on Saturday and said 'bye, love you'. It was, uh, probably just a slip but I realized that I actually did love you. You don't have to say it back though, if-"

You cut Spencer off with a kiss, moving your knees on either side of his lap to avoid hurting him. Spencer deepened the kiss, rubbing circles on your back, as his hand reached under your top, pulling you up against him. You pulled away after a few minutes, breathing heavily. "I love you, Spence," you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. "I love you more than I can put into words.

You spent the next hour wrapped in his arms, talking about your interview and the anthrax case. "If you ever put yourself in harm's way again, I'll kill you," you threatened. He nodded solemnly, kissing the side of your head.

"I doubt you'll kill me but I promise I'll be more careful."

"I don't want to lose you Spence," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. "When Penelope called me, I thought I wouldn't be able to get back in time."

"I'm sorry Y/N. I'm sorry I put you through this," he murmured, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"Shhh, just come back to me safe and sound next time. That's all I want," you replied, pushing his hair out of his face. "You're all I want, Dr. Reid," you continued, kissing him gently.

Spencer smiled, wrapping his arms around you once again. "You're all I want too," he whispered, kissing your shoulder. "Is this my cardigan?" He asked, after a moment. You laughed and nodded.

"It smells like you, so I put it on."

"Never take it off again, Doctor's orders."

You nodded, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. Spencer laughed gently, your ears picking up the vibrations.** "What?"

"Just when you took the cardigan last week, JJ, the other FBI agent in the presentation, she was shocked. She was convinced you were flirting with me. And also worried because you stole my $400 cardigan," Spencer explained.

"$400!? Spencer Reid why would you let me take something so expensive?" you asked incredulously.

"I would give you anything of mine, Y/N. You already have my heart, anything else doesn't matter," he replied, causing your butterflies to come back.

"Damn it Spence," you muttered. "How could a girl not fall in love with you?"