Spencer Reid One Shots

Half A Heart (Part 1)

While tears were streaming down her face, Megan curled up on the couch, burying her face in Spencer's sweater. It still smelled like him and the memory of him wearing it the last time he had been here, in her apartment, made Megan cry even more. He had forgotten that piece of clothing the night he had stormed off out of her apartment.

She was so lost in her sobs and tears that it took her more than a minute to finally realize that her doorbell had rang. Slowly she sat up and walked towards the front door. Looking through the peephole Megan could see JJ and Penelope standing there. The two blondes and Megan had become good friends quickly after Spencer had introduced her to his colleagues.

Megan sighed and for a few seconds she thought about just ignoring her friends. She didn't feel like talking or actually doing anything. But she couldn't tell Penelope and JJ to leave neither. So she opened the door.

"Hey, sweetheart." Penelope slightly smiled and before Megan could even respond, she felt Penelope pulling her into an embrace. "Hey." She whispered, trying to fake a smile in JJ's direction. "Are you up for some wine and ice cream?" She asked and held up a bottle of wine and two jars of bins of Megan's favorite ice cream. "Okay." Megan said while she pulled away from Penelope and stepped aside to let her friends in.

"How are you feeling, lovely?" JJ asked as she let herself sink on the couch. Megan shrugged. What should she answer? She felt awful and all she actually wanted was just laying in her bed and crying. But she couldn't right now. So she decided to eat the ice cream and drink one or two glasses of the wine JJ and Penelope brought.

"Do you have any wine glasses somewhere, Meg?" Penelope's voice came from the kitchen. "Second cupboard, on the right side." Megan murmured and wasn't sure Penelope had heard her. But the blonde lively woman rushed back with three glasses.

"Come on, talk to us. We know you're not feeling good." Penelope tried to encourage her friend while she poured the white wine into the glasses. Megan sighed and pulled one of her legs up, wrapping an arm around her knee. "Of course I'm not feeling good." Megan murmured, not looking at her friends. She felt a lump in her throat and tried to swallow. She didn't want to cry right now. Not in front of her friends. "I miss him." Her voice sounded weak and whiny. "He misses you too." Penelope gently said what caused Megan to finally look up.

"He does?" Both, Penelope and JJ nodded. "While you're wearing his sweater, he's always so lost in his toughts. More than usual." JJ sighed. "He barely speaks and as soon as one of us even mentions your name, he walks out the room. Derek tries his best to make him speak up but he just doesn't want to. We can't really cheer him up. He's...he's heartbroken, I guess." Penelope took a sip of her wine while her blue eyes examined Megan.

"You two should actually talk to each other again." JJ said quietly but Megan shook her head. "He was the one who walked away." She murmured, turning her glass of wine around from one hand into the other. She was lying here, at least a bit. Of course she wanted to see Spencer and talk to him. She hated being without him. But she didn't feel prepared for this yet. So she just drained her wine in a few seconds, put the glass down and then looked at her friends again.

"I'd like to be alone now, girls." Megan quietly said and Penelope and JJ nodded. If they'd feel offended by Megan throwing them out of her apartment, they didn't show it. But Megan didn't think she offended her friends. They would understand. She just wanted to curl up and sleep to forget about all this mess.

"Call us when you need something." Penelope hugged Megan, whispering in her ear. The young woman nodded. "Sure."

When the two were gone, Megan finally crawled into bed under the duvet and curled up, still wearing Spencer's sweater. She couldn't take it off although she thought it was childish and stupid to wear a piece of clothing of her ex-boyfriend. It wouldn't make anything better or bring him back to her. She sighed and then closed her eyes, feeling the tears streaming down her face once again.