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Spencer Reid ([personal profile] leftinbasketforfbi) wrote2012-07-28 05:57 pm
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All you know is when I'm with you I make you free

Who: Reid and Molly Hooper
Where: Molly's home in DC
Summary: They've been going out for a bit. It was only a matter of time before she found out about the Dilaudid.
Warnings: Discussion of past drug addiction

"Oh, I had an air conditioner just like this in college."

Reid examined the broken machine he had placed on Molly's floor. The thing had been broken for two days, and being a good boyfriend, he wanted to fix it as soon as he heard. "Do you have a toolbox? I'd just need a screwdriver and maybe a small pair of pliers."
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-28 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did yours break after barely a month too, or is that just me?" Molly asked, leaning over with her hands clasped behind her back as she watched him examine what she was now considering a waste of money. That was, if he couldn't fix it.

"Um yeah, I think I've got one around here somewhere." She pursed her lips thoughtfully as she straightened her back and went to rummage through her bedroom and storage closet. "I swear Greg gave me a toolkit as a going-away gift..." She muttered, going back and forth between rooms.

Toby, her cat, was curled up on an armchair and watched her sleepily each time she passed. "AHA!" she finally exclaimed after a good ten minutes of searching, coming out with a thin gray kit that opened like a briefcase. "Bathroom," she said triumphantly, handing it over to Reid. "...Not the slightest clue why."
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-29 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Guess I'm lucky I keep you around then, eh?" Molly playfully replied as she continued the search.

"Heh, that's me, defying convention!" She chuckled with a cheery shrug. She wasn't sure if she should stand around and watch, or maybe put the kettle on for some tea, so she just lingered awkwardly for a moment. "Oh! All right." She honestly wasn't sure how much she'd actually retain what he was about to show her - it usually took her a good two or three tries with mechanical things like this before she felt confident in her abilities.

She knelt down and placed herself on the floor, watching Spencer's movements intently to try and memorize what he did to fix this blasted machine. Her eyes wandered to the way he did up his sleeves - because, honestly, this was an opportunity to ogle her boyfriend and learn something at the same time; she'd be silly not to take advantage of it. Besides, Spencer had rather nice hands, it was nice to watch them work.

Of course, as his arms began to move, she noticed something on his arm, a slight discoloration, well, serious of discolorations... tiny scars. She furrowed her brow slightly - she'd seen those sort of marks before, was she really seeing them on Spencer?

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" She had zoned out for a moment.
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-29 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Right, right. O-Okay. And that's a..thing I should be watching, yeah?" Molly murmured, turning her gaze towards the machine and not Reid's arms. But every once in a while her eyes would glance back as he examined the compressor, and the more she became positive that she knew exactly what the marks on his arm were from. Which, in truth, made her a little worried.

"Heeeey, how about a coffee break for my favorite repairman, hm?" She eventually interrupted, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she got to her feet. "Gotta keep your focus up! A-And I know mine's wandering..."
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-29 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Damn his profiler-y goodness! Molly had her back to him as she had turned with the intention of coffee-making. She wrinkled her nose in a grimace, mouthed a curse word to herself, then slowly regained her composure and turned around. "It's...It's not that I'm preoccupied...Well, okay, it is, but it's just that I... wanted to talk to you about something and I didn't want to get in the way of what you were doing."

Which was true. She gave him a half-smile and tilted her head a little to indicate she wanted him to come closer. "I just...I want you to know, that, um, that even though we've only been together a short while, that I care about you, a-and I'm in this for the long haul. So...remember that day at the park where we ended up talking about London and why I left, and you were so sweet and comforting? I....I just want to remind you that if you ever need me to be that shoulder for you, that...that I'm there. No matter what it's about."
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-29 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
For a second, Molly thought maybe she was doing well. She just wanted to give him the chance to tell her about it of his own will rather than pry it out of him. But now Spencer looked nervous and Molly felt her stomach surge with uneasiness.

"What, no no no!" She shook her head and held up her hands, shaking them insistently. "Oh hell, I'm rubbish at this... I just...It's just that I noticed your arms when you were over there and I...I've seen scars before. I can...tell what some of them are from." Now it was her turn to gently bite her lip. Had she crossed a line? Was she going to have to say it explicitly?
Edited 2012-07-29 03:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-29 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Oh hell, this was going worse than she could have imagined; the color drained from his face and he yanked his sleeves down. Molly' stomach continued to feel like it was under siege from dread-inducing ocean waves.

"S-Spencer, Spencer, calm down, it's, it's okay..." She held her hands out, afraid he was going to run away from her. She wanted to hug him, but what if he pushed her away? She gently reached for his hand, his shaking hand, wrapping both of hers around it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Please don't hate me? I-I just wanted you to know you could talk to me about it....i-if you wanted to..."
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-29 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"That's..just shh, okay?" She raised one of her hands and put a finger to his lips. Utter serious was etched on her face, and she made a point to look him in the eyes as she spoke. "Doesn't matter. Well, I mean, yes of course it matters, b-but you don't have to explain yourself to me. I believe you. I'm a doctor, remember?" She gave him a wry smile, afraid that smiling completely (if she could even manage it) would be inappropriate.

"I only saw them for a little bit but they looked old, and you seem perfectly fine, but I know that...well, sometimes old urges come back. And I just wanted you to be able to come talk to me if...if that ever happened." Her fingertips of her left hand idly brush against the end of his sleeve by his wrist. "I....don't want you to feel like you have to hide it." Her words are sorrowful at the tail end of her statement, the hand on his lips moving to cup his cheek.

She was quiet now, giving him his chance to speak. But her eyes were fixed on him; open, caring, and gentle. He was far from worthless in her eyes. But she didn't know how to make him see that.
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-29 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
If he'd been able to see, Reid would have noticed Molly's eyes widen as he recalled his close encounter with a serial killer. Oh god...no wonder he didn't tell me...

Her hand tensed around his when he got to the details - particularly the words 'kill' and 'six times', but she took quick breath and forced herself to listen. This had to be far harder on Spencer than it was for her.

"Now I...I get why you didn't say anything," she said softly, her hands letting go of him so she could slid in close and wrap her arms around him tightly. She didn't care if he hugged back, it just felt like it was the only thing she could do for him. Embrace him.

"That's...awful and horrible, and I'm so sorry I dredged all this up, Spencer.."
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-29 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She took a deep inhale of his scent from his shirt, gently rubbing his back as he buried his face into her shoulder. The fear and shame she'd seen on his face moments ago was heart-wrenching, and she wanted to make sure he didn't need to make that expression again.

Molly ventured a small smile when he pulled back slightly and looked at her. "Well, I'm sort of glad this happened now, then. So at least when, um, that happens I can focus on what's important. Which is, y'know, objectifying you, clearly." That playful twinkle flashed across her eyes and she gave him a gentle squeeze.
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-29 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"For what?" Molly asked, genuinely unaware of just what she had done to garner thanks. "Being rubbish at subtlety?" She made a wry face, placing another kiss to his lips.
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[personal profile] wealldosillythings 2012-07-30 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
She smiled, leaning into his touch. She still felt like she'd come very close to messing up, but with him looking at her like that? It felt like it didn't matter.

"Anytime," she shrugged. "I-I mean, they're just scars. Sure, they tell part of a story but they're not the end-all, be-all." Her father had said something like that to her a few times, though he'd been more eloquent about it.