If I Go Away [Krys]

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid's eyes fluttered closed. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know what had happened. He was lost with in his own mind. His thoughts circled. Nothing made sense. There was nothing. No pain. No light. Nothing. One by one his thought filled back into his head. Slowly he started to realize what was happening. What had happened. Krys had tried to committee suicide. She had almost died. Then he left. He was broken, lost after that. He fell back to the drugs. He was lost into the haze of smoke and numbness. But he had stopped, or at least tried to. After Matt, Hayley, and Kate found him in the drug house. He had given Chez the finger puppet, then he had tried to stop using. It was hard. Withdraw was the worst. Coupled with the pain he still felt for Krys that he couldn't forget altogether. He was forced to leave the known world. He didn't go back to Morgan's house, didn't talk to anyone. He had to be alone for this. He couldn't let them see him go through this. Once he was through the withdraw he was going to go back to work, and get on with his life. He was going to get past this like Oliver had said he show all those times. He was going to live his life with her or with out her. As long as she was happy, he would be happy. This was what he had decided.

It was in his time of isolation that he had gotten sick. He didn't notice the signs at first. Mistaking it for withdraw. But as it only got worse he was able to figure out that something wasn't right. He had a high fever, he was throwing up, he couldn't eat. He was weak. He knew he needed to get to a hospital. He wasn't thinking right when he made his way out of the run down motel he had been staying it. He had his bag with his cell phone but he didn't think to call anyone. He walked on to the streets trying to get to the nearest hospital, trying to wave some one down. It was the middle of the night though. When he walked into the road he didn't even see the car coming toward him. When it hit he didn't feel anything. He was lying on his back the next second, a man and woman standing over him, shocked. Then the ambulance came. He was only half conscious as they took him away. He didn't know how he knew it but at one point he hear the doctors saying that he hadn't broken anything, he only had a small gash on his forehead, and a few bruises. He had a sever case of the flu, though, and they weren't sure if he was going to make it.

From that moment on he came in and out of consciousness. Each time seeing someone else. Morgan, Hotch, Emily, JJ, Rossi, even Matt and Oliver had been there at one point. Days went by as the young agent lyed in the bed barely alive. But soon his fever broke and he started to recover. Reid started to understand what was going on. One by one the memories flooded back. He wondered if what he had done was any different than what Krys had done? If by going away he had hurt people the way she hurt him. He wondered if it was better that way? Obviously something wasn't right. Out of all the people he had seen through his delirium Krys Robin hadn't been one of those people. Nothing seemed to make sense any more. He had been so sure before he got sick of what he was going to do. But after this he had lost it again. He was actually considering living the FBI like Gideon had, with a note to the team. And leaving his friends like Krys had slipping out of the hospital like a ghost. The only thing he could think of as he slowly started to come around to full awake-ness was, "If I go away..."

[Krys Robin]

The hospital didn't frighten her as much as she had expected. In fact, given everything that had happened (with her suicide attempt being the last reason she had been there) she was surprisingly calm, with the news of who it involved it had caused a little something to stir within her chest. She was concerned, worried, and no matter how much she tried to push the feelings away she was still very much in love with the man. She had tried to protect him to the best of her ability, which meant staying away. Apparently even then she had failed.

She had technically been called back a few weeks ago by Agent Derek Morgan. Working in 'secret' for the most part with a young child that they had come to call Matthew. He would only speak to her it seemed and she had looked after him. Either way it gave her somewhere to direct her doting notions and tendencies and luckily it seemed to be working. This was why she was in the area and easy for Derek Morgan to reach when Spencer had given into his illness. She had initially felt her heart drop within her chest and then leap into her throat. How had this happened? Had it been her fault? Was he alright? All of these questions raced through her head and eventually brought her to his hospital room.

After a moment or two of silent hesitation she finally reached out and pulled the door open taking a quiet few steps inside. He was lying there, eyes closed and it stung her heart. She felt like she might wretch right then and there. For a young genius who knew so many random facts she didn't know much at all in this moment as she struggled for the words to say. How could something go so wrong that she couldn't even see? How could she continue to hold on?

"Spence..." For a split second she briefly deliberated turning around and running out while she still had the time to escape but her feet were glued to the spot. She heard a murmur escape from Spencer's lips and knew that she could no longer hold back, he'd see her, even if it was a blur. "Spence.. It's me. It's Krys." Like he couldn't even recognize her voice. Clearing her throat quietly her shy brown eyes looked to the floor as she shifted on the balls of her feet. Did he not remember her? The look on his face was a very complicated expression. Perhaps it'd help if she could explain who she was... But how?

"I just thought you should know... I am the one who knows you. I am someone who cares." Even as she spoke she couldn't find the courage to move toward his bed, as though afraid of the result. "I am the one whose always been here even if I haven't been around... I am the one whose helped you and if you think that I don't give a damn maybe you really don't know who I am." Her words hung in the air and she felt a shakey breath become caught in her throat. Was it working? Maybe he remembered her and just didn't want to speak to her. She couldn't really blame him. "Tell me what to do." She begged him quietly, her words hanging in the air showing how utterly lost she was in the situation.

Giving in she shook her head and swallowing her fear approached the bed, now at his side looking down at Spencer. "Look at me." She requested quietly. A simple statement with little result. Deciding to push the matter again she sat right down on the edge of the bed, her words more urgent and yet quiet now. "Look at me so I can see what you see." Her shakey hand reached out touch the side of his face but retracted at the last moment, after she thought better of it, and rested her hand in her lap before looking down at it, avoiding his eyes. Maybe he didn't really care to 'know' her anymore. Maybe it'd be best if she left. If she just let go, and yet she couldn't.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid heard the sound of the door open and someone walk it. At first he just thought it was another doctor come to see how he was doing. But when the foot steps stopped several feet from the bed Spencer knew that that wasn't the case. However it was wasn't sure they wanted to be there. When the person muttered his name he knew right away who it was. He recognized it. He muttered something under his breath, it was more like a groan, though. He thought he was dreaming, and didn't even open his eyes to see if there was actually someone there. It had been a common dream to see Krys lately, one that he was really getting tired of. When she said his name again he opened his eyes to see her standing there, looking worried. It was just a dream, he knew that. It had to be. Why would she come back now? He had sent the small finger puppet with Hayley to give to Krys weeks ago. That had been his reminder, if that didn't work then he knew she wasn't coming back. Why would she come back now?

His eyes watched the very life like person stand there. She was even prettier this time. He wished that it was really her, that she could really be there with him. She was the one person he wanted to see. She was the one that could help him over come this illness altogether, even if he was almost out of it already. As she continued to talk about who she was Reid turned his head way, not wanting to look at her. He knew that she cared, he knew that that was way she left in the first place. It was one of those little facts that you know, but never actually thing. Oliver and Morgan and even Matt tried to remind him of it every time that they could, but he acted like he didn't care. It was easier that way. Maybe this was his minds way of telling him that it was time to move on. That she cared, and that's why she left. That was what had happened, after all.

"Tell me what to do." The words made him want to cry. He wanted to ask her to come to the bed with him, to snuggle in close with him like she had when he got the virus. He wanted to feel her, wanted to be as close to her as he could. But she wasn't real. She was just a dream. What good would it do to talk to a hallucination? As of he wasn't crazy enough as it was. At first when she demanded that he look at her he only turned his head further way. He wasn't going to fall into temptation. But the second time he couldn't with stand it.

Slowly he turned his head over and looked at the woman who had moved closer to the bed. As he made eye contact something clicked in him. Those were Krys' eyes. He knew them. They weren't something made up in a dream, this was real. Krys was really sitting next to his bed. She was really there. Tears started to roll down his face as he looked at her for a long moment. When his voice came out it was soft and in a sob. "Krys.... Krys its really you... your really here..." He lifted his hand and slowly moved toward Krys Robin, trying with all his might to find her hand and to squeeze it for just one more reassurance that she was really there. When he found it he found her hands were fire hot compared to his, and he held on for his dear life afraid that at any moment she would disappear.

[Krys Robin]

Spencer was showing a few signs of recollection, something that deep down she was greatful for (though another part of her was terrified). On one hand it meant that he wasn't dead to the world, on the other it meant that he could very well be holding some resentment against her (and rightfully so). She wasn't sure that she could handle it, especially now that she was so fragile and going against her own instincts by showing up because of her own care and feelings for the young man. She liked her facts, those were safe, feelings only ever complicated things: like now.

Her hands ran quietly over her own lap and her jeans. Wristbands of many different colors (one with a ninja turtle face and the other of ghostbusters) hid the scars/wounds from what had happened. They, much like her own emotional being, were still fragile and didn't want to be reopened. Furthermore she didn't want to run into a stranger and have the first thing they saw about her be scars. That only resulted in questions, and not pleasant ones.

She saw the clear tears streak down his face and instantly her heart pained. At first she couldn't speak, choosing instead to give him a nod in response. She did her best to clear her throat, very softly before managing to croak out: "Yeah. It's me." In catching him shift instinct and protective nature took over. Her hands shot out without thinking and lightly pressed his shoulders back to the bed. He didn't need to move and hurt himself further. Enough of that seemed to happen by her own account, she wasn't going to allow any more now that she was here.

His hands found hers and his fingers practically dug into her skin, showing no sign of letting go. She felt a pit grow in her stomach as it did sommersaults. "I'm here." She forced out in a whisper, her own brown eyes sparkling with feelings that she had long supressed. There was so much to say. So much that needed to be said and yet she couldn't get the words out, at least not in that moment. "I tried to go away and forget... I tried... But I couldn't." Cringing some she had to force herself to look away in order to gather her thoughts.

"I just wanted you to be safe and now look what happens. We're in an even bigger mess." Brown doe's eyes shot back up landing on the young man's face and for a moment she felt sick. "I just wanted you to be alright Spence, and I even messed that up."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid held on to Krys' hand with his life. He didn't even realize that he might be hurting her with the force of his grab. If he was then all the better, it would be pay back for all the pain that she caused him. And that slight pinch would be all Reid wanted her to suffer. he didn't care any more the pain that he had gone through. The drug abuse that it had caused. He didn't care what had happened before. All that matter now was she was back. As long as she didn't leave him again he would be okay. He wasn't made at her, though he wanted an explanation, he wanted to hear her side of the story. Most of all he was scared, though. Scared that she was going to leave him. Scared that once she learned his story she wouldn't like him any more. He had kept the drug abuse out of his story because he didn't know what she would think, but now he knew that he couldn't kept it from her. Everyone else knew. So if he didn't tell her Matt would, or even Morgan. It was time to stop keeping things from the woman that he loved, even if that meant driving her away again.

As she started her own story, he felt another twinge in his throat. He could feel her pain for having to share this, but she wanted to explain herself as much as he did. That was a good sign. Everyone had told him that krys had left to think, figure things out, Reid had guessed that she wanted to forget, why he wasn't to sure. For what he could tell her suicide hadn't been that big of a deal. He could have lived with her for that. But obviously there was something else going on in the young woman's head.

"I just wanted you to be safe and now look what happens. We're in an even bigger mess." This made Reid chock a little more. He knew that he was the most accident prone person in the world, his friends would never let him live it down. No matter what seemed to happen he ended up being taken hostage, kidnapped, or even hurt in the line of duty. It wouldn't have matter if Krys left or not he would have ended up in the hospital one way or another. The only difference about this time was it was his fault. It was the drug use that had lead him to that old hotel where he got sick. He had cut communication from his team for those days. He had been stupid. This time it was purely his fault he was here.

"Krys..." He started trying to get the words out of his mouth. "It's not your fault.... Its mine.... I had to go away... I had to get away from my team... When you where gone... I... I..." He knew the first think that would pop into Krys' head when he told her, that it was still her fault. He needed to keep her from putting any more blame on herself. "Back when I was kidnapped... The UNSUB drugged me... Duladid... I.. I stayed addicted after I was freed... I stopped though... A few month after... But after you left I found myself I a spiral... and... well I started to use again.... That's why I was in that hotel... that's why I was sick... I was trying to stop... I was ready to let it go... to let you go..." He knew just how cold he sounded, like he was going to forget her. He was afraid that his story had been to blunt that she would leave, he didn't want her to leave.

So he quickly added before Krys probably had time to process. "It wanted you.. You didn't do this to me... It was me... and I;m sorry... I.... I love you Krys and I have every day since the moment I meet... I just didn't know it then.... I'm sorry..." His eyes were now focused on his lap, scared to look up and see what Krys though. Afraid that he had said it to soon. That she didn't Love him, she just liked him. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but he knew that it was what he had to do.

[Krys Robin]

Spencer's fingers dug into the skin of her hand but she did her best not to flinch. Besides, it wasn't like it stung, it was just added pressure, and to be honest she was far too concentrated on looking upon the destroyed young man lying in the bed whom she had missed so very much. Would he hate her? Did he understand? Did he miss her? Could he possibly forgive her? So many questions scattered throughout her brain with no hope of pick up. Scared brown eyes trying desperately not to show exactly how frightened they were studied the FBI agent's face as innocently as they possibly could without being too pressing.

"Spence.." Her voice was airy, barely there but she had forced it out never the less. "What happened to you?" True she knew the little details from the phone call (the source being Derek Morgan). Drug overdose based on serious depression, but it would have been egotistical for her to assume that she had something to do with it. No, perhaps Spencer had just been led astray, or maybe this had been a problem before which would have explained his prior social awkwardness. If this was the case Krys was actually nervous that she wouldn't have been able to connect with him anymore. Social awkwardness based on a drug wasn't the same as having it because of environment like her.

When he began to say that it was his fault she felt something stir within her chest and immediately she leaned forward on the bed, her hands daring to hold onto his face. He was warm to the touch, hot even, and he was perspiring but she didn't flinch at all. "It's not your fault Spence. Not at all." Her brown does' eyes sought out his, begging him to listen for once in his life. "It's okay. It's okay." She managed to weakly choke out her own words of reassurance as her thumb stroke small, simple circles on his left cheek. She could feel her own arms tremble but she wasn't sure exactly why.

It was when he confessed that he loved her that for once she actually heard it. Looking into his eyes she could see that he meant it, even if he was panicked. And somewhat guiltily she felt her stomach tickle in the most pleasant of manners despite the context. Trying to collect her own emotions she slowly leaned forward, lightly pressing her forehead against his, making sure that his prying head and neck were rested softly against his pillow: He needed to relax afterall. No use in making him even more ill, though her next confession might do that to him.

"I love you too Spencer." Came the data analyst's soft voice as her hands practically clutched to his face as if letting him go increased the risk that either one of them might disappear. "More than anything else." She felt her eyes sting with tears but she didn't bother to wipe them away, she only had the heart to look upon her friend's face. The one who she loved dearly. "I've loved you for the longest time. Probably since the day you tried to stand up for me in that hallway." A nervous, choked chuckle came from her own throat and a bit of a sniffle as she tried to quell her tears out of fear that they would be disheartening.

And then, throwing caution to the wind she pursed her lips in an attempt to lightly press a soft kiss on poor Spencer Reid's lips. And it was purely, solely 100% intentional. This was their one chance to not be miserable. Closing her eyes for a few moments she allowed her lips to part from his though her forehead remained 'connected'. A cool inhaling breath shakily made its way through her throat. Cleansing her in a way and yet embracing her for what ill results might come.

On the other side of the glass unnoticed stood Matthew Grimaldi. His feet glued to the spot which was odd because when anyone made an advance toward Krys he'd raise to the guard dog mode. But for now he was still as a statue, just watching with a solemn sort of look as he watched the two young agents. He wasn't quite in awe but he wasn't in shock either, nor did he look mad. It was just some sort of nirvana to be sure.

Little did he know someone was approaching him quietly from behind.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid's eyes flashed to Krys for a moment. He wasn't sure what her reaction to his story was going to be. He didn't know if she would run away in disgust or what. He didn't want to scare her away. But he didn't want to live a lie. He couldn't go on hiding something that was a part of him, no matter how much he hated it. He was a drug addict deep down and there was nothing that he could do about it, no matter how long he went with out it. Maybe with Krys in his life he would be able to stop, keep the urges under the surface. Some how it seemed like she didn't mind. She didn't run, or even caring. She was there next to him like he had dreamed for so long she would be. His teary eyes tried to focus on her soft, kind face, but found it blurry. So instead he listened to the smooth rhythm of her voice. The words still sounded like an angel even in this situation. It was a dream come true, she really didn't care.

It was only when she returned his words that it all became real though. "I love you too Spencer." Something he had been longing to here ever since the first day he shouted them in that hotel room. Now despite everything that had happened he knew that it was true. She was there for him, and he knew it. The pain that she had caused was gone in a flash and only the feeling that this was the way it had been the whole time was there. Reid even forgot that they were in the hospital, and he was recovering from a sickness as well as being hit by a car. The nightmare was over.

He didn't have a chance to reply to her before she was moving forward, a movement so familiar from the first time they kissed. He felt his heart beat racing faster as he pulled himself up as far as he could to make he connect between the two. Though it was a fairly short kiss it felt like a life time to Reid. Time stood still as he basked in its glory. Only when Krys broke it, though her warm fore-head was still on his, something Reid was glade off, did his mind become infused. He looked into her eyes for a moment and then like the first time they meet a real smile spread across his face, teeth and all. It was another moment before his voice would work, and it was only appropriate what he said, "Dd you know the electric chair was invented by a dentist?" His smile only grow wider with the very random and out of place fact, the least he could do was say one about love or something....

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((ooc: So Morgan if you want to join in you can, but for know I'm going to add Kate in.))

Kate had a sick feeling when Morgan called them to tell them Reid was in the hospital. She couldn't help but think it was her fault. Even though she knew she had no control over it Krys had asked her to watch over him, make she he was okay and she hadn't. She had been the only one during the drug sting to not go and talk to him, though she felt that she should have. What could she had done. She is the best undercover agent and some one had to keep their cover going. That person just happened to be her. Not with out a lot of regrets though. And now they were in the hospital because of his addiction. An ironic turn or events. Kate thought that the only one getting Matt and Krys to the hospital on a drug over dose would be her.

She walked up to the glass where Matt was standing his eyes glued to the two in the room. They were kissing? Kate shouldn't have been surprised. She knew that it was coming, everyone did. Before they even knew. She watched for a few moment in silence before she broke the silence. "Why aren't you killed him right now?" She asked knowing just how much Matt hated any man that came on to Krys, this was a little different as she made the first move, but still Matt had hated Reid before he even thought the words 'I love you Krys Robin.'

[Krys Robin]

Krys, in catching Spencer propping himself up on his elbows, gently grasped his shoulders and guided him carefully back down to the bed. She didn't want him to hurt himself further even when she longed to kiss him and hold him, there was also the fear of ultimately breaking him. Something she definitely didn't wish to do. Pressing a soft kiss on his warm brow she brought up her right hand to lightly brush a few strands of his light brown hair from his face. What a beautiful, welcoming face. So many times since her suicide attempt she had seen it in her dreams, and now, there it was: a reality. Her heart fluttered just by looking at it.

He was smiling. This was good and she found the smile was contagious for soon she was giving off her own little closed mouth smile. It was what he said next that actually made her choke out a soft laugh. A fact. Just like their fact game. Leave it to Spencer to bring up a killing device in a moment like this. Then again, it was part of the reason why she loved him so. He was different. He was unique, yet honest. Krys loved that about him.

It took a short moment for her to recollect herself before she could softly toss another fact in his direction. Hopefully he'd appreciate it. "Did you know that all autopsies on assasinated presidents were done by gynecologists?" A smile tugged at the right corner of her lips and her thumb drew idle circles on his cheek before once again lightly brushing his hair back and then using her index finger she lightly poked the tip of his nose in quest for another smile.

Matt watched in silence. Krys and Spencer. Yet he couldn't possibly be mad. No. This sight beyond the plexi glass was loving, caring. It was everything everyone should have wanted for one of their friends even if the situation was less than ideal. Though teary eyed she looked happy, same could be said for Reid. Sure he wasn't the most macho of men and probably couldn't beat anyone strength wise but he could protect Krys in other ways, in ways that she would have never allowed Matt to. Part of him was bitter about it, another part he wasn't sure.

Kate's voice broke him from his thoughts but he didn't turn to face her. Instead his eyes remained glued to the fixture of the two lovebirds in the hospital room. "Can't say that I necessarily want to." Matt's gruff voice admitted before for the first time a light smile pulled at the left corner of his lips in spite of himself. "Fucked up, ain't it?" His arms crossed themselves over his chest and he let out a long exhale, though it definitely wasn't a sigh. Still, he was looking for reasons to actually stick to his protective Matt stereotype, somewhat desperately. But each time he came up basically empty.

"He won't be able to take care of her." He grunted. Somehow he knew that this wasn't true. Spencer Reid was a smart young man with a decent job. True there was a risk of being killed but the same could be said of Matt, then again, that's why he himself was single. And Spencer made Krys happy. Matthew knew this for a fact. It was one of the few facts that he actually knew.

After a long few moments in silence, just enjoying each other's company Krys finally dared to speak up. Someone had to air all of the questions that were no doubt throwing themselves around each agent's mind. "What do we do now?" What was the next step? They loved each other. This had been stated. What did they do next? Was there anything to do next? No one had planned this far ahead.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid smiled at her own fact. The game was one of his favorites. For the first time he had a reason, other than his job, to know all the stuff that he did. And even his job didn't cover knowing half of what he did. It wasn't even a real game, no one won or lose, well unless one of them ran out of facts, but the chances of that was near nothing, there was no keeping score, it was just pure fun. That's what Reid liked so much about Krys, she was fun different. She was so much like a kid, but yet intelligent and kind. She was the perfect person, even if the first time he meet her he thought she had to been mentally insane.

He didn't respond to her fact, he was just content to leave it at that. When she touched his nose lightly he smiled, even let a small laugh escape his lips. It was a truly peaceful moment, even if they didn't speak for a few moment. There was no reason to. It was a nice silence, not awkward at all. Reid basked in it, loving every moment he had with Krys. Every moment with her he wasn't going to let slip by. He knew fast things could change and he wasn't going to lose her with out spending an eternity with her. Even if she died the next day he wanted to feel like they had been together for years.

"What do we do now?" Spencer had no experience in this. He barely knew how to date. Yet he still knew what he wanted to do. He had thought of the moment over and over again. He had it all planed out, even if he was scared to death by it. "I think I know..." He muttered softly. He knew what he needed to say next. "Would you like to go to diner or something with me... I mean... of course... when I get out of the hospital..." He looked down for a moment, away from her enchanting brown eyes. He was going to take her on the best night of her life, it would be hard but he was going to pull it off. He might end up needing help though, to actually pull it off...

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Kate watched Reid and Krys for a moment, glade that everything had worked out. She actually had a warm feeling inside her. After all that pain they had actually found love. Maybe her own life could end out okay... though Kate wasn't quite sure she was looking for it to. She had her place, and knew what needed to be done. No matter what happened she would always be haunted by her past. One day everything would catch up to her. And she was okay with that, as long as those around her were still happy after she was gone, that was all that mattered. And so far it seemed that that might happen., Now all Matt had to do was realize that he loved Hayley, and Hayley had to realize she could trust him, and everything would be okay.

"He won't be able to take care of her." Kate knew he was just being a hard-butt because she had called him out of being nice. He really didn't feel that way. He that Spencer and Krys where meant for each other, soul mates if you believed it that. "I don't know about that." She said acting like she believed he was really that heartless, she didn't want to make him feel bad. "I think he could take you." She glanced at him with a wide child like smile.

[Krys Robin]

Spencer was laughing. Krys recalled a time when they had first met when she purposely tried for a laugh from him, or even a simple smile. She could be relentless when all that she wanted from him was a response like that. Something like a smile so that he wasn't so darned robotic all of the time. When she used to psuh him to have fun, or to laugh, or to dream. Anything but be all about his job 24/7. Anything but to be a bit of data on a paper. And to an extent she had suceeded.

Tilting her head in question at him she watched his ever facial flinch and wrinkle. What was he thinking? He appeared to be planning something. Spencer Reid was always thinking and Krys would have given anything to be inside his head for a day to observe the workings of his mind. What a crazy rollercoaster ride that would have been. Dinner? He was asking her to dinner? She blinked, a bit stunned at first (though really she shouldn't have been).

Making herself swallow she finally gave a nod. "Yes. I'd like that very much actually." Krys admitted in a soft voice her hands once again moving to gentyl fix his strands of hair and tend to his face in a series of light adoring touches. Her brown eyes briefly broke away daring to gaze at the nearby rolling tray that seemed to be untouched when she got an idea in her own, always working mind.

"Or we could do it now." And without further explanation right away she reached for the tray of untouched food, kneeling upwards she brought it down to lightly rest on Spencer's lower lap. Her hands then moved to wrap around a plastic cup filled with red jello. "I'm a simple girl and I have simple tastes." She teased with a half smile, giving her head a light bobble from side to side before digging the spoon into the red, jiggling pile and holding it out toward Spencer's mouth. "Lucky for you Morgan didn't get to this first." She offered with a half shrug. Despite the situation they were in, being in a hospital and all, her brown eyes were bright with hope for what was to come.

Matt's eyes for another long few moments seemed glued to the exchange, like he was watching some old timey movie. He just couldn't tear his gaze away, it was addicting in a sense no matter how often he claimed to not want to watch, or for it not to happen. There was no denying how happy Krys appeared, even from beyond the plexi glass and he wasn't going to be the one to take it from her. No, deep down he knew that this nerdy Spencer Reid would make her happy.

Kate's voice initially caused his left brow to raise and his face to snap around to face her. He was met with her childlike teasing smile and immediately knew that she had been teasing. Briefly he felt like a fool for having felt that she was serious. He was being foolish all because of what had been happening around him. It was making him mushy! This was unheard of!

"It won't work out. He's BAU she's CT. Too much distance. Too much travel. Too much going on in general." He shrugged his shoulders and turned his head back to the plexi glass as he watched the two young agents. And though he was happy for Krys and a little tickled, he still had to look on the dark side of things (or else he just wouldn't be Matthew Grimaldi). "A relationship can barely work out within the same Unit let alone two completely separate factions."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

There was a kind of relief when Krys answered that she would love to go out with him. Reid knew that it had been stupid to think that after all that that she would say no. There was no reason why she wouldn't want to go to diner with him. it was just diner. Or for she thought. But Reid had so much more planed. It wasn't just going to be any normal diner. It was going to be the best day of her life. He was going to make up for all his silliness, and even all her silliness, in one evening. At least that was that was what Reid was hoping. It was going to be very hard to pull off, and the awkward genius might not have been the best person for the job. But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to try. There were people that would and were going to, even though no one knew about it yet, help him.

He was even more surprised when Krys decided that they would have the diner right there and then. Reid would have been just happy sitting in the room, talking, but anything he did with Krys was good. And to admit it he was pretty hungry. It wasn't like the last few days had been filled with much eating. Actually every since the night Krys was abducted he had eaten much, and that had been months ago. Finally in this moment he found his hungry back, and even more important the will to eat again.

Reid felt a little awkward with the food tray over him, and Krys sitting on the bed next to him. He was suddenly aware that the door of the room was glass and not only was Matt and Kate standing there watching them, but ever nurse and doctor that walked by could see what was going on. He wasn't sure what it looked like, but he know no matter what Matt wasn't going to be happy with Krys getting to close and personal with his little adoptive daughter. Though the older man didn't really look all that angry, he actually looked a little happy. One way or another he wasn't going to let Matt ruin what he felt for krys. And if that meant having to talk to the very intimidating man, then that was what he was going to do.

Not knowing what to say in this moment, he decided to revert back to his "Krys instincts" "Did you know there are currently 20 flavors of regular boxed JELL-O?" he asked before taking the spoonful of Jell-O Krys was holding out for him in his mouth. He felt kind of weird being feed, but what else was he going to do. Krys certainly wasn't about to stop because he asked her to. She would come up with some fancy reason why he needed to do this because he didn't do it all the time. Or something random and stupid that yet would make more sense to Reid than anything else in the world.

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Kate knew that this was a serious time. That Matt really meant what he was saying, in a negative out-look way. He really wanted to see Krys happy, and didn't want Reid to hurt her. But Kate couldn't be serious. Like Krys covered her insecurities with facts, she did so with sarcasm. It was easy and you didn't have to share anything with those around you. There was only so far she could go with it. She knew that Krys and Reid would end up happy together. That they would try and live long, joyful lives together. But she also knew that that love could be taken away from them at any moment. And unlike Matt she didn't think it would be there jobs, if anything that would only make them closer. She knew that love would be what broke them apart in the end. Like when Krys was kidnapped, or when Reid was infected by the virus. Both put themselves in harms way to try and save the other, the one they loved. And in the end it would be this love that alternately killed them.

She wasn't going to be cynical, though, not like Matt. She wasn't going to watch something happy and think about all the bad that could happen. Or else she wasn't going to voice it. She would make it seem like she was being the optimistic one, hid her fears for the two with the rest of her pains. "They'll find a way to make it work." She said knowing that it was true. It wouldn't be easy, sure, but they would try. "Look at all the stuff that they have already gotten through." Her eyes watched as Krys feed Reid the Jell-O knowing that Matt would be surprised that she was actually able to be serious in a moment full of opportunities to attack him with. "Don't worry, Boss, they will always be there for each other."

[Krys Robin]

It was strange how quickly things could change. One day she had been lying on her kitchen floor pretty much bleeding to death with no hope whatsoever, swallowed by a dark, black pit. But now, a month or so later it seemed like a huge weight had been lifted and a light had managed to shine through. And this light came in the shape of Agent Spencer Reid. He had always been there. They had always been there for one another. Since day one they had protected one another, perhaps they had even loved each other since day one but despite both of their huge brains hadn't been able to figure it out. That was all behind them now. There was only now. Now with what they knew along with their little random facts.

Sure there would be difficulties with the lines of work that they were both in (or Krys was and might be returning to). They were both high in demand amongst the FBI and very young, which is why they could keep up. Spencer with the BAU and her with Counter Terror (and any other faction that wished to borrow her). But somehow they would have to make this work. They had to try. They just fit together well. They evened one another out, and this was sorely needed in both cases.

At Spencer's fact she gave a little smirk before shrugging her shoulders and pointing the spoon toward the tip of his nose. "There might be twenty different kinds but red is still the best." A slight head tilt on her part. "And yes, in my vocabulary red is indeed a flavor." Another smirk, this one much more prominant than the first and she dug into the red jiggly jello before holding it out for Spencer to consume.

After a few moments the inevitable happened and the spoon hit plastic. The jello was gone. Krys blinked, at first unsure of what to say or do now that her ploy/excuse was empty. Swallowing she set the dish back on the tray before looking back to Spencer. "I should go now and let you get some rest, huh?" She offered, her voice trailing off, really unsure of what she should do.

Matt was meanwhile busy combatting Kate at every single corner. Their usual routine of banter and arguments. Part of the problem was that she knew him so damn well. Even if he disappeared behind his guise of indifference and gruffness she seemed to always know exactly how he was feeling on the inside. Though it probably helped her in instances Matt couldn't help but be slightly annoyed, but luckily for her he took it like he would with his little sister Tess. She liked to make assumptions of similar nature as well.

"You're soundin' real chipper there Kate. Sure you're not on what Reid is?" Matt poised sarcastically as he turned his attention back to the see through plexi glass to watch the two lovebirds with a slightly raised brow. Curious and curioser. How would this work out? Matt's eyes trailed to Krys' wrists, scars were being hidden by multi colored wrist bands with funny sayings. She probably had picked them out. Around her neck was a guitar pick necklace much like the one he wore. He had given it to her. Suddenly he felt a surge of protectiveness within him but didn't act on it. Instead he visably flinched toward the glass, no matter how much he tried to hide it from his partner.

Taking a slow breath his two hands braced himself against the wall and he closed his eyes, tilting his head downward toward the floor so to balance himself. "It'll only get worse. They'll have a lot more to go up against. They're smart kids. They should know that." He sighed, a bit annoyed by it all (at least that's what he was trying to play it as). Shaking his head he reopened his eyes but didn't look up just yet. "They're just kids and at this rate one of them will end up getting the other killed. We've had enough close calls here."