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—≪ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ≫— {ʀᴘ|sᴠ|ᴍᴄ}

[sᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ. @ShrewdBraniac]

"I knew you'd understand."

• Literate/experienced;
• Not new to character/fandom;
• Seasons 1-6 (for now);
• RT?

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@LinguisticHope [Raising a brow as he saw you limping, he turned his chair towards you.] Are you alright?

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@LinguisticHope + coffee and tackled his paperwork, watching and greeting the others as they walked in one by one.]

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@LinguisticHope [The next day Spencer arrived first, well, second if you did count Hotch as well. He sat at his desk with a big mug of +

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@LinguisticHope + want to bother. I'll stick with the train.

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@LinguisticHope + definitely take her up on it once in a while, but not on a daily basis. He shoot out a quick reply: Thanks, wouldn't +

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@LinguisticHope [Spencer felt oddly overwhelmed at the offer, sure he'd appreciate that, but he just preferred taking the train. He would +

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[@ProtectiveJen] « sharp knock that resounded in the silent winter night.]

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[@ProtectiveJen] « twice before knocking, but he eventually did, fisted knuckles meeting the hard wood of the blonde's front door in a »

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[@ProtectiveJen] « tried to convince himself he had done the right choice as he parked his old car right in front of JJ's.

He thought »

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[@ProtectiveJen] « going to show up at Hotch's house like that, not when the man had a newborn son who didn't need to see any of that. He »

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[@ProtectiveJen] « worry way too much. She'd probably tell Morgan too, and he would probably beat some sense back into him, and he wasn't »

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[@ProtectiveJen] « could think of who would take care of him unconditionally. He didn't know Prentiss well enough, and Garcia would just »

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[@ProtectiveJen] « the car, driving down to JJ's. She wouldn't judge him, she wouldn't think any less of him, and she was the only one he »

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[@ProtectiveJen] « fear constantly suffocating him. Somehow, he had managed to will himself away from the sweet temptation and got into »

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[@ProtectiveJen] « didn't want to fall for it again, he wanted to be clean. But the nightmares were unbearable, the darkness, paranoia and »

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[@ProtectiveJen] « had gotten as far as rolling his sleeve up and securing his belt around his bicep, and then thought better. Spencer »

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[@ProtectiveJen] [Spencer hadn't meant to show up at JJ's place unannounced in the middle of the night, but things were going bad. He »

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[@SuppressedGrief] « knocked on the door. Maybe he could help him.]

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[@SuppressedGrief] « bag and his coat, but not slipping the garment over his shoulders yet. He walked the few steps up to the office and »

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[@SuppressedGrief] « was light coming through the half open blinds. He was still there.

Spencer stood gingerly, grabbing his messenger »