Late Night Conversations

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and all associated characters and settings do not belong to me, I have just kidnapped them to use for my own wicked purposes. But I promise to put them back when I'm through. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and no profit is being made from it. No copyright infringement intended.

A/N: I cannot believe that it has been 6 months since I last updated this story! And re-reading it I can't believe how evil I was leaving it like that, so I apoligize to any of you who've been waiting for this! Here it is, not sure about it . . . definitely ooc for Spencer now, but alas that is what he has decided . . . totally out of my hands! Hope you enjoy, please review ! (Note I have now mastered the use of paragraphs . . . sort of!)

I reach out and turn his head to face me, his eyes are empty now, no emotion what so ever shows in them. "Spencer, I'm not leaving, not unless you really want me too . . . Do you want me to leave?"

He pulls away from me, getting up and walking away from me. I take this as a yes, and stand up, walking back into his bedroom to gather up my clothes. As I'm hunting around for my underwear he comes to the bedroom doorway. "If I tell you about Tobias, you'll leave . . . and it'll hurt that much more if I tell you . . ." His voice cracks and I straighten up turning to face him.

He has his face turned away, not looking at me. I walk over and take a hold of his face between my palms. "Spencer, if I didn't want to know I wouldn't have asked . . . I want to be here, I really like you. I know I barely know you, but I've learnt to trust myself . . . and . . . I want to know. Please?"

He finally meets my eyes and I see tears forming in his, whatever I've unearthed, it's something that really hurt him. "Okay," he whispers and a tear escapes and slips down his face. I lean forward and kiss him, a gentle 'I'm here' sort of kiss. He takes my hand, and leads me to sit on the edge of his bed. "Tobias . . ." his voice cracks and I'm worried I've pushed him to hard, I really wish I'd kept my mouth shut! He takes a deep breath, "Tobias was an unsub . . . but he had a split personality disorder . . . Tobias was a sweet and loving boy, and he tried . . . he did save my life . . . but the others in his head, they tortured me and they damn near killed me! Tobias gave me . . . he gave me a drug, trying to make it easier . . ." his eyes clouded over, and he stopped talking.

"You developed an addiction?" I whisper, pulling him out of wherever he was in his head. He nods. "How long have you been clean?" I know he's not shooting up now, I'd have seen the track marks last night. He looks at me, puzzled. "What makes you think I am?" I run my hand over his bear arms, and across his chest, making him shiver.

"If you were shooting up, I would have seen something last night . . . plus you'd be in bits by now we've been together for nearly 12 hours." He nods.

His eyes cloud over, and I wonder at how he manages to keep so much emotion cooped up in there! "Your still here . . ." he whispers as another tear streaks down his cheek. I lean forward and kiss him, a gentle but firm kiss.

"I am not going anywhere . . ." I touch my lips to his again, "except to the grocery store with you!"

He laughs, and shakes his head, incredulously. "How can you take all this so calmly?"

I smile at him and shrug, "your clean, your here, what happened is in your past . . . it'll always be with you but . . . it's the past, not the future!" He smiles at me and I wipe the tear off his face. I kiss him again and he snakes his arms around me, pushing me back on the mattress and settling above me. He slips a hand up inside his shirt . . . and then his cell phone rings!

Groaning, he presses a quick kiss to my lips, before sliding off the bed to locate the annoying thing. He looks at the caller id and sighs, and I'm already betting it's work. "Hi, JJ . . . Right now? . . . Yeah, I'll meet you there . . . See you in half hour . . . Bye!"

He looks up at me, disappointment clear in his eyes. I smile sadly, "You have to go?" He nods and moves back over to the bed, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. "Where?" He looks at me, and it's obvious he's trying to decide if he really wants to let me into this bit of his life.

"Dallas, I'm not sure how long we'll be . . ." I smile at the nervous look on his face.

"I'll still be here when you get back . . . well, not here here, you don't have any food and I'd probably get fired . . ." He laughs at my silly joke, and I push him away from me so I can stand. "You'd better get ready, half an hour isn't very long!" He smiles at me, and I start to gather up my clothes, pulling them on, and dropping his shirt on the bed. He gets dressed in clean clothes and grabs a small bag, which is already packed.

"You didn't leave your car at the cafe, did you?" I suddenly panic remembering that we'd walked last night.

"Nope, I got dropped off by a colleague . . . cars downstairs." He glances down at his watch. "I'll call you a cab . . ." He looks nervous, like not taking me home will disappoint me or something.

"Don't worry about it, I'll get the bus, it goes right past the end of the street." He looks at me, still not sure. I shake my head and laugh at him. "I'll be fine, really. Come on, or you'll be late!" He looks at me and nods; we make our way out of the apartment. I walk down with him to the parking garage, and kiss him good bye as he gets into the car. "Here," I take his cell phone out of his hand and put my number in, "call me?"

He smiles and nods. "Definitely!" He kisses me one last time, and leaves me standing there wondering what the hell happened . . . it's amazing where late night conversations get you . . .