So, I'm kind of reaaaaally sorry about the delay. I don't even know how long it had been since I last updated, but hey, here I am now. Honestly, I don't have any excuse, it's not like I can tell you I've been busy for two years, I really had forgotten about this fanfiction. I wrote quite a lot in the last two years that you might be able to see soon (hehe, sneaky sneaky me). But for now, here's the third chapter of Is there a Us?

Blaine was paged from his routine check-up when an ambulance came into the ER. He ran quickly to catch up with the paramedic and he listened to them talking.

''Women in her thirties, stabbed multiple times in the abdomen, she had passed out before we came, we think the lungs are touched.''

Blaine grabbed his lamp and looked down at the women, but his breath got caught in his chest.

''Fuck!'', he exclaimed, opening her eyes to look for some response. ''She's F.B.I. ! Emily, can you hear me? Emily, you have to wake up for me. Vitals?''

''Too low. We've lost her in the ambulance, but we've been able to get her back quickly.''

''She's losing too much blood! Get the Dr. Eaton! I need a block, quick!'', he called to anyone who would listen.

Two hour later, after a lot of struggling, Emily Prentiss finally opened her eyes. It was a few seconds only, but her vitals were stable and Blaine almost did a victory dance. He let the nurses take care of her and exited the operation room only to face a very worried JJ.

''How is she? Is she…''

''She'll live. I did my best and she's stable now.'', Blaine proudly announced.

''Thank God'', JJ breathed, hugging him tightly.

''Let's go back to all the team, would you?'' the curly haired boy suggested.

''No. I have to talk to you before we do. Listen, I had orders, from… Someone. Emily Prentiss is officially dead. The only persons who know that she's not are me, you and Hotch. It's a classified case'', she solemnly told him.

''What do you mean? Everyone will think she's dead? Even her own team? Why?''

Blaine was starting to see where this was going and he didn't liked that at all.

''For her security. The man who attack her will still chase her if we say she's alive.'', JJ explained.

''But the team won't…'', Blaine protested.

''I'm sorry. Orders are orders. I can't change anything and you're ordered to stay silent about all of this too. Otherwise it could have horrifying consequences on both you and her.''

It was final. She almost dragged him in the waiting room and he was forced to see Spencer crushed under the weight of the lie. When the taller man rushed past him, he could hear an almost quiet sob escape his lips and he turned on his heels to follow him, but Hotch grabbed him by the arm. He only shook his head and ripped his arm from the grip, running in the hallways.

He found Spencer in the closest bathroom, leaning on the sink.

''Spencer…'', he whimpered.

A sob escaped the other man's lips and Blaine moved a little closer.

''I'm sorry. So sorry… I… I really tried.'', Blaine said putting a hand on Reid's shoulder.

Spencer turned around and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, a sob or two escaping his lips sometimes. Blaine couldn't stop saying how he was sorry and Reid couldn't stop crying, so they stayed like this for a long long time.

When they finally got home, Blaine called sick for a couple of days and they only stayed in bed for days, cuddling together. Spencer cried a lot while Blaine was trying to get over the feeling of guilt that crushed his heart. Some members of the team had tried to call on both of their cellphones, but neither of them had answered. They both returned to work a week after that and Spencer looked like shit, honestly.

But the weeks of mourning were nothing to endure compared to what would follow. The whole team was under investigation for their methods to find Doyle and Spencer was trying his hardest to preserve everyone from getting in trouble. One day, Spencer came home and slammed violently the door. Blaine looked up from his book and frowned when he saw the angry expression on his husband's face.

''Spencer? What's wrong?'', he asked prudently.

''You knew'', the agent said in an accusing tone.

Blaine's heart tightened, but he still had a little hope that it wasn't what he thought it was.

''Knew what?'', he tried.

''Don't play this game with me! You knew she was alive and you didn't told me!'', Reid yelled at him.

Blaine broke down. He started to cry and beg for forgiveness, but Spencer only paced in the room.

''You didn't told me! I cried for weeks and you. didn't. told. me! You didn't trust me enough to tell me that the friend I was mourning was alive!''

''It's not how it happened! Spencer, please! I had no choice! JJ told me…''

''Oh, JJ told you! JJ told you? Then if JJ told you to keep things from me, it's justified! For god's sake, Blaine! You're my husband!'', Spencer screamed.

''I didn't wanted to lie to you! I had no choice, Spencer! I was feeling so guilty and I almost told you millions of times! But I just couldn't. '', Blaine cried.

They stayed in their first real tense silence and Blaine sat on the couch, looking miserable.

''I love you'', he whimpered.

''Don't.'' Reid warned.

Blaine suddenly wiped his tears and got up.

''You're mad at me? Fine! You don't want to understand that I had no choice? Fine! I do understand that you're hurt! You have every right to be! But don't tell me I can't say that I love you because I DO! Do you want to get a divorce because of that, Spencer? For one lie? One lie that I didn't want to tell at all?'', he growled.

Reid was caught off guard by this sudden change of attitude and his eyes widened.

''Wow! What? Why are you talking about divorce? I never said that! Blaine, I'm sorry! I… I was just… It hurts. Knowing that you knew all this time. But I understand. And I love you too.'', Spencer admitted.

Blaine tentatively hugged him and sighed of relief when Spencer hugged him back.

''Don't hope I don't know you've been fucking with me.'', he whispered.

''Do you mean literally, or…'', Blaine teased.

''You're almost funny, smartass''

''You love my ass. And you taught me reversed psychology.''

''Don't ever talk about divorce again, Blaine.'', Spencer said, suddenly serious.

He kissed him fiercely and longly, just to feel him close to him.

I really hope you enjoyed this one. Please leave a review if you feel like doing constructive criticism and I'll try to be around a little more! :)

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