To The Rescue [Spencer]

[Krys Robin]

OOC: I'm leaving it open ended for Spencer as to what they're looking for. I didn't want to put words in your mouth ))

Oliver stepped carefully over some of the discarded papers that littered the floor of Spencer Reid's apartment. He had never been inside. Past contact with the man had been had in the town, by phone, and then one or two visits to Oliver's mansion which he imagined intimidated his friend. Friend. Ah, that seemed odd considering they had despised one another initially. Now they seemed to have forged an odd sort of relationship, one that was much needed in these hard times.

Spencer's latest phone call to the trust fund baby had been a surprise, he hadn't heard from the young man in quite a while. This was understandable given what had happened with Krys. Oliver had managed to contact her twice. The discussions were simple and he couldn't help but pick up on the absence of random facts, cheeriness, and all mention of Spencer Reid. He wasn't sure he liked it. Not one bit. But still, surprisingly he tried to remain helpful and managed to sneak some money to Krys for extra pleasures. She had tried to return it but he managed to block her actions so now she was stuck with the extra cash. Oliver wouldn't miss it.

Oliver bent down, pulling open a drawer he began to rifle through it. "What are we looking for Doc?" He teased with a soft grunt. Spencer's phone call had sounded urgent, then again lately Spencer usually sounded ridiculously urgent or dead, so this was a welcomed alternative. He had been a bit frantic, asking Oliver to pick him up at Agent Morgan's home (where he had been staying) and to drive him to his apartment in search of something that he needed. Oliver was no super genius, but he assumed that it had something to do with Krys.

The rich, entitled man actually felt a bit guilty. He knew damn well Krys was in love with the skinny, frail, panicked man behind him who was digging through his belongings. Everyone knew that. But she was avoiding him for whatever twisted reason that made sense in her brilliant mind. No amount of money could fix that.

"You know, I can just buy you a new whatever you're looking for." His voice trailed on as he managed to dig through other belongings and found a blue finger puppet. "Say. Would you look at this..." It was the cheap kind that you could win at arcades. A curious little smile tugged at his face before he straightened so to further examine it. "I didn't even know that they still made these things." With a cheeky smile he turned his head quickly to look at Spencer. "The secret lives of geniuses, huh?"

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

In the days passing Krys' disappearance, as Reid liked the refer to it, after all she had gone with out saying one world of good bye to the young genius, had been the hardest days of his life. he needed to find some way, any way to coop. And at first that was distancing himself from anything Krys. Thinking that if he didn't think about her he would be able to get through the few, for he had been sure it would only be a few days that she would be gone, days that she wasn't around. Yet as the hours ticked by he had started to loss it. And soon went to a new approach, by out of the blue one day calling Oliver, who had been one of Krys' "boyfriends" before he new his feelings for her. He found that talking to the other man, who obviously did like the quirky young gal, helped. Thus started a new age, only three days after her leaving, of grief. Reid started thinking about her, calling her, though she never picked up, and even changed all her numbers and told her family and other friends not to tell him where she was or how to contact her. As well as talking to Oliver.

It was an odd relationship, after all the first time the really meet, meet was at a restaurant where Oliver was cheating on Krys and Reid ended up ruining his fun night he had planed. Causing him to almost beat the young agent up. Not to mention neither of them had much in common, other than their feelings for Krys. But some how the two made it work. When Reid called him this time he wasn't to sure why. He wanted something from his house is the excuse that he used. And there was something he wanted, was craving, but that wasn't the up front reason why he had asked the other man to drive him over. He could have asked Morgan, but he was sick of Morgan. He hated to say it but he had grown apart from his team in the last few days. The strain of losing the love of his life was far to much for him. He couldn't handle it. And even though his team had tried to help him, Morgan was letting him stay in his house, it just caused the young genius to pull away from them even more. He knew they were hiding something from him. He could tell they had talked to the one person he wanted to talk it, but they wouldn't even tell him if she was doing good.

So when he asked Oliver, one person who seemed to understand that Reid wanted to be treated like he had been before, to take him to his apartment half of the reason was to get away from his team. Part was to find the unnamed object, and the rest was to try and get close to Krys. So as Oliver started going through his drawers, Reid started doing the same thing, half wishing to find what he didn't want to think about.

When Oliver pulled out the little finger puppet Reid's heart melted. He could remember the day he had gotten better than any day. It was one of the happiest moments of his life. A weak smile crossed his face as he thought of how Happy Krys had been, as well as himself. Yet it was a ghost of a smile that disappeared in an instant. Quickly he reached out and grabbed the puppet, at first thinking about not telling Oliver about what it meant to him. But then deciding that his action had been rash and the other man deserved to know why, after all he had done nothing but be nice to him since that day at the restaurant. "Krys gave it to me.... The day we meet... at the arcade..." he looked at the little thing. It was amazing how much significance could be in one tiny little object.

[Krys Robin]

The puppet was snatched out of his grasp to which Oliver could only blink with confusion. His eyes daring to look at the genius who seemed to have snapped so quickly. At first the rich playboy couldn't even think of how to respond, a rare thing for him as he was trained in the art of conversation. "I apologize..." Cocking his head ever so slightly he examined Spencer for a long few moments, watching as the young man adjusted himself and tried to calm down. Was he always this quick to snap? Oliver somehow doubted it.

As Spencer shyly explained the significance Oliver was given a better understanding which explained a great deal, providing him with the confidence to continue conversing. "At the arcade huh?" His words hung in the air. He was trying to get the young man to speak about things that made him happy. To remember. He couldn't possibly hate or want to forget about Krys, not when the mere thought made him happy. Oliver was no genius, but he could get that much. "And you still remember it?" His eyes continued to study the young man with an odd sense of gentleness.

Oliver had not failed to notice the smile that had spread across Spencer's face just seconds earlier (in the split second where he had admired the finger puppet), mostly because such displays were rare lately. "I barely remember who I met yesterday let alone the first time I met half of my friends." Oliver chuckled lightly, attempting to lighten the mood as best as he could. A little bit of an exhale and he looked to the young man fondly.

"You don't strike me as the sort of person to bestow such sentiment on an object Doctor Reid." Oliver noted carefully before he turned back to rifle through the drawer where he had initially found the fingerpuppet. What else could be hiding?

"Have you... tried... calling her?" Who was he kidding? Of course he had. Deep down the man felt guilty. He had been wiring money for the cabin. He knew where she was. He knew the exact latitude and longitude but out of respect he couldn't utter a word of it, not even to Spencer. No doubt the intelligent man would catch on by the tensing of his back.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

"I barely remember who I met yesterday let alone the first time I met half of my friends." Reid wasn't sure if that was suppose to be some kind of joke. Half his friends. Was Oliver trying to say that Reid only had two friends? If he was then he was mistaken. Reid had counted; he had eight friends, far more than he had ever had in a life time. Then if you count Matt, Kate, and Hayley he had eleven, but he wasn't sure who in that group he could actually count as a friend. Matt seemed like one one moment the next he didn't. A part of him knew what was going on, but the other part was like a teenage boy thinking his girlfriends dad didn't like him. Then there was Oliver, who was of course counted in the eight friends. But there was still something odd about the relationship that lucid Reid would have noticed, but luckily for Oliver Reid wasn't himself and didn't see the obvious reason for Oliver being so nice. (And to be accurate Reid actually remember the exact moment that Reid meet every single one of his friends, and get about everyone he knew.)

He wasn't sure why he had kept the finger puppet. He never had done thing like that before. It was just a stupid 50 cent thing that he could have gotten any where. The only thing that made him keep it was the fact that it had been Krys', and she had given it to him as a keep sake, even when he had all the tickets to go pay another, which he also had hidden around the small apartment somewhere. But the real reason he had kept this all this time was because in the first moment he say her he knew he liked her, but yet it had taken months for him to actually realize that he loved her. Something was always there, though, keeping him connected to her even when he didn't understand. And now that she was gone this seemed to be the only thing that was connecting them. It was the only reminder of a happy memory that the young agent had. When holding the finger puppet he was able to see Krys happy, laughing in a arcade after he got cheese on his chin. Not the dieing one that he was left with.

As Oliver continued to search the drawers Reid found himself sitting on his bed looking at the small colorful object. Then when Oliver asked if he had tried to call Krys he looked up. There was a moment where Reid didn't say anything. He just looked at the puppet than slipped it into his pocket where he was ready to never let it go. Then he looked up at the at the other man. He looked guilty, like he knew something. Maybe Spencer had been wrong when he thought that Oliver was the only one of his friends that didn't know where Krys was. Yet he couldn't believe that. In this time of darkness he needed to trust someone, and that person was turning out to be Oliver and so Reid wasn't going to let that trust fall, not now, even if it was false. "Yeah...' He answered to the question. "I've tried everything.... I don't know what to do..." Reid remember that countless calls he made to her cell phone number, only to find out that the number had been given to someone else, and the old man on the other side was ready to call the police after the twentieth call in thirty minutes.

[Matthew Grimaldi]

Oliver appeared to be busying himself with digging through Spencer's drawers but he did not fail to ignore the young genius protectively slipping the finger puppet into his pocket. Yeah, he was putting emphasis on the little things. It was all too obvious how pained the young man was by all of the happenings, all of the craziness. Everyone had been affected. Krys' actions had caused a spiral of events like a game of dominoes knocking into one another. Some things just couldn't be helped.

Oliver frowned at Spencer's response, a sigh catching in his throat before he managed to clear it. "She just needs a little time Reid. In a little while she'll be good as new." Oliver offered with a weak little smile though he realized how futile the attempt would be. This wasn't a fairy tale and that certainly wasn't going to be the case. Healing took time and he knew that Spencer was undeniably bright and knew that was the case, though a small part of Oliver strongly believed that Krys would come back to the BAU Agent. She was in love, so was he. Even cynical Oliver believed that love could overcome mostly anything.

Reaching out his hand he gave Spencer's arm a light squeeze in an attempt to be reassuring. "It'll get better Reid. I promise." He did his best to crane his neck so that Spencer had to see his little smile and the slight twinkle in his eye. "And the things that you don't know I'll take care of. It'll all even out eventually." He offered in another slightly attempt at a jest before he gave Spencer's arm a light nudge with his own scrunched up fist.

In letting out a soft chuckle he straightened but his smile ended up slowly fading away when he caught Spencer's expression. It was then that there would be no denying how Oliver felt about the whole thing. The guilt. "You really miss her, don't you?" Spencer wasn't like him. He couldn't up and move on. No, he was dwelling.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer Reid knew that Oliver was right. He had to be right. Krys would come back. She would take a few days to get herself together. Than she would come back. She would realize that she couldn't live with out him either, and that she didn't need to leave to find herself again. That all she needed was right here in the one place she didn't want to be. Reid had to believe that it would all turn out all right. The only thing was he wasn't sure if she believed it. One second he would think that, the next he felt like the world was ending and she would never be back. He was so confused. He couldn't gather his thought. For once in his life he felt completely lost. No amount of knowledge made this make any more sense.

When Oliver looked up at his he saw the guilt in his eyes. The pain. Maybe it was just because he had to watch Reid go through so much pain. Maybe it was something else. Reid turned his profiler brain away from it. He didn't need to know why he was hurting. He could focus on that right now. He didn't want to know. That had been the one thing that ended up driving him away from his other friends over the last few days. Seeing that they knew something they weren't telling him. Knowing that they were lieing to him. That pain only made the young genius feel worse. The love of his life had all ready left him, he didn't need his friends lieing about it too.

Looking at Oliver Reid decided to change the subject, talk about something other than himself or Krys. Get his mind off of it before he broke down into tears. "So..." Reid muttered finding that he had nothing but Krys to talk about. On a normal day he was bad with small talk. "How's your family been...?" He asked awkwardly. He knew more about the rich man than he probably knew he did, when Krys and him had been dating Reid had gotten Garcia to pull everything on him. But right now Reid didn't care what Oliver said, only that it wasn't about Krys.

[Krys Robin]

Oliver felt his own breath catch within his throat when Spencer completely avoided his statement about missing the young woman. He couldn't really blame the poor guy, though Oliver was much more shallow and unsharing with his own emotions it seemed that the boy genius had simply no idea how to share how he was feeling in an adequate way. But that was perfectly fine and acceptable, even so, Oliver was slightly annoyed by Spencer's aobvious avoidance. What good could come from ignoring a problem completely?

"My family's just fine." He muttered shortly, avoiding the young man's gaze as he himself looked to the floor and ran his hand over the base of his neck. A hiss of breath escaped from between his thin lips and suddenly he turned his face back up to look at his friend. "Damnit Spencer." It didn't sound cutting, if anything it was merely exasperated. "It's okay to miss her. It's okay to talk about it." He didn't have time to be amazed by his own caring words (if he did he would have been surprised that he was actually pressing for emotion when, usually, he could give a rat's ass).

Shaking his head Oliver moved to another drawer and roughly opened it, kneeling to the ground he sifted between objects and papers making quite a ruckus, his back to the young man he continued to speak. "It's okay to be upset and miss her but damn fella, you're dealing with it in entirely the wrong way." Ah. There was something. It was a letter, in Krys' handwriting (Oliver knew it well) and immediately rising to his own two feet he shoved the folded paper into Spencer's chest.

"You wouldn't keep that if you didn't care. You wouldn't be like one of the walking dead if you could get over it so easily. You miss her and it's okay to talk about it Spencer. Remember what you told me? In the alley... When I gave you the 'if she wasn't around scenario'. This is the if Spencer. What now?" Oliver's eyes momentarily faultered, showing a glimpse of uncertainty. It couldn't be helped, his shoulders rising and falling with every breath, vision briefly drifting onto the letter now on Spencer's person. It was the letter she had left at the hospital on her bed when she up and disappeared. Oliver didn't know this, all he knew was that it was in Krys' handwriting and that Spencer... Had kept it.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

"It's okay to be upset and miss her but damn fella, you're dealing with it in entirely the wrong way." Reid was slightly surprised by the words. The care that Oliver put into what he was saying. Spencer knew that the best way to deal with things like this was by talking about it. He knew that it would only hurt him more to keep it all inside, like it had when he started to first feel this feelings for Krys. How he had almost lost it when he say Oliver sitting in that restaurant cheating on the girl that he would have given anything to be with. Ironically it had been that same man that could have broken Krys' heart that Reid finally came clean to. Somehow Reid had found it easier to talk to the rich man. Maybe that was why he was there now. Maybe that's the real reason he ended up calling Oliver, because there was something about the other man that made it easy to talk. And deep down that's all Reid wanted.

When the letter was thrust into the young geniuses hands he felt a wave of emotion. How many people were going to leave him with out a word, only a letter? First his dad. Then Gideon. And finally Krys. Once Krys had told Reid that she was "cursed". That bad things always happened to the ones that she cared about. Maybe the truly cursed one was him. How could so many people leave the poor kid alone? What was Spencer doing to drive this people away? Of course the logical side of Reid knew that it was a punch of crap, but he couldn't help but feel lost. Out of all three letters this one had been the hardest. Reid had been able to get past his father leaving, and he knew that Gideon needed to get out of there, out of the three Gideon was the only one he still talked to regularly. But what was hardest about Krys was the circumstances that she left. She had just tried to kill her self, and Reid had just shouted at her that he had loved her. How was he supposed to get pass that? How was anyone going to move on?

Reid knew that Oliver was right. Some how the man had known that there would have been a day that Reid and Robin wouldn't be together. Some how he had for seen this coming. Maybe not exactly like this, but he had been right all those days ago when he tried to warn Reid against this very thing, and Reid still didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't know how he could live with out her. He didn't want to just move on. He didn't want to believe that this was happening. Reid's eyes finally fell on the letter that had been thrust into his hands. Reid could remember every painful word that it held. He didn't need to reread it, didn't even need to keep it, but he had. Reid's eyes turned back up to Oliver tears filling them. Throw a lump in his throat he held the letter out violently toward Oliver and demanded, "How are you suppose to move on after this?"

((ooc: Now you get to write Krys' good bye letter. If you weren't planing on actually writing one than to bad I need to know what it says!))[/size]

[Krys Robin]

Oliver lowered his gaze as the letter was thrusted toward him. Hesitantly his dark eyes studied Spencer's tear stained face as if gauging his reaction before he did anything. And then finally, slowly, he glanced down, his eyes scanning what was written.

Spence,
I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I don't know what's going to happen. You're so smart, I wish I could ask you, but something tells me you might not have an answer either.

I was scared. About everything. I don't understand. I know how I feel but I have no idea what's going on in that head of yours. I just can't... Figure it out. I wish I could. I usually can tell when you're happy, or scared, or excited and I love that about you. About us. I love making you feel things (at least I think I do, I don't want to sound egotistical in stating that). I'm confused. I keep thinking that you've said or done something, but given all that has happened I keep thinking that it's all in my head... You know?

I do know one thing. I do know how I feel about you... I think. I don't know. I don't know anything. I'm just writing in circles now.

Don't try and find me. I want you to be happy. I want you to keep helping people like you helped me. I want you to... find someone to make you happy... Even if that person can't be me.

I'm going to write out instructions for when you find that special someone:
To Spence's next.... To Spence's... To Spencer's wife,
-Be kind.
-Be understanding.
-Be patient.
-Make sure he sleeps.
-Make him do things that he never thought that he could.
-Make him stop once in a while and just... Be.
-Keep his hands warm. They get cold easily.
-Don't let him drink too much coffee. It'll eat out his insides.
-Keep him out of trouble. Somehow he finds it or vice versa.
-Make sure his hair is out of his face. Sometimes he likes to hide behind it.
-Make him laugh.
-Study up on your facts. He likes to be challenged.
-Don't let him win all of the time. Only sometimes.
-Please notice how his cheeks turn bright pink when you tease him.
-Kiss those cheeks, even when they aren't pink.
-When he's sad, hold his hand or give him a hug... Even if you're scared.
-Give him all that you can, and hope that he understands, because he constantly gives all that he can.
-Watch him when he sleeps. It's one of those simple things you learn to appreciate.
-Take care of him for me.

I'll leave this letter here. I hope that it finds you.

Love,
Krys Robin

So that was that. Swallowing actually felt painful as finally Oliver looked up and for a moment he couldn't even speak. He dared to swallow again so to find his voice. "I don't know."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

"I don't know." The words echoed through Reid's head as he thought about when he had found the letter. The first time he had seen it. He had gone to the hospital, after leaving it for one of the first times Krys had been admitted, even though no one would let him in to see her. He had been dragged away from door several times by security and doctors alike. This time when he came up to the door he knew right away that something was wrong. He had been told that Krys wasn't ready to leave the hospital yet, but the security guard that had been placed in front of her room was gone. So either she finally decided to see him, or she was gone. Reid had the dieing feeling that it was the second. With shaking hands he had opened the door to find the bed empty. Reid nearly broke down in tears right there. But his eyes fell upon the letter sitting on the night stand. For a minute Reid stood there to afraid to move. Finally he made his way over to it and picked up the letter to read Krys' last words to him.

The first part had made him cry. Hadn't she heard him shouting that he loved her when she was half dead being dragged out of the room? Of course not. She had lost so much blood that day, of course she wouldn't know if it was dream or not. Why could Spencer have told her before? Why couldn't he have told her after the kiss? He needed to get that across to her, but he didn;t know how. The second part, the list made his laugh a little. Every point had something to do with their time together. Everyone was a memory. Reid thought over and over that she was the one for him. She knew what he needed better than he did. And she would be the only person to know. When finished reading it Reid had burst into tears, falling onto the bed he had layed there for who knows how long until Morgan finally found him.

Reid's eyes finally focused on Oliver, not knowing what to say. If Oliver didn't know how to get pass this than how on Earth could Spencer? Through a frog in his throat Reid muttered. "I had told her... I told her that I loved her.... The day she tried to kill herself... as the EMTs were talking her away.... I shouted it... but she didn't here..." His voice caught and he was unable to say anything else.

[Krys Robin]

Oliver observed Spencer's face carefully, studying every wrinkle and line that his worry caused and deep inside he pitied the man. Another part of him felt extremely guilty, especially since he knew where Krys was (he was paying for it afterall) but what could be done? He had to respect Krys' wishes even if with every fiber of his being he wanted to tell his friend where she was, even if it meant that he would officially lose while Spencer fell in love with the girl that had initially been 'his'. Even so Oliver still wanted to help.. It was an odd feeling, one that he had never felt before. Strange.

"It'll be okay Spencer." Oliver tried his best to encourage his friend after a long silence, his voice sounding hoarse and barely audible. He couldn't help it, in this moment he was actually feeling extremely vulnerable and rather out of place. That was when Spencer confessed what he had done. Oliver couldn't keep his eyes from widening slightly, but tried to recollect himself after a soft cough.

"You did?" Awkward. "Well isn't that uh..." His left hand rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he shifted. What could one say to that? 'Atta boy' would seem out of place and horribly tasteless, but what else was there? He didn't think that it was a mistake, it just didn't... Well... Help. "You love her. It's not something to eat you up from the inside out. You told her. That's what's important isn't it?" His voice was still weak, he couldn't help it. He wasn't even exactly sure of what he was saying, hopefully Spencer was bright enough to make up his own reasoning behind the jumbled words. He was a brilliant man afterall. Everyone knew that. "It'll get better..."