"Did you go get food?" She asks as she walks into the kitchen where Spencer is.
"Wha-- no. No, I-I cooked." Spencer says, looking down at the plate of food he made for her.
"When did you learn how to cook?" Jessica asks, sitting at the counter.
"I-I read a book." Spencer says. "And then I called Rossi." He quietly adds, putting the plate in front of her. Jessica hides her grimace at the sight of the charred bacon. "I-- we both know I don't cook much so-- so if it's terrible, I can order something."
Jessica stabs some of the scrambled eggs and eats them. She immediately smiles at him, nodding.
"Really?" Spencer asks, giving her a doubtful look.
"Mm-hmm." Jessica nods.
Spencer turns around to the stove. With his back turned, Jessica grimaces in disgust, doing her best not to gag. She quickly spits the eggs out into her napkin, folding it up and holding it in her lap. Though, while she does so, she fails to notice Spencer turn back around and pout at her true reaction.
Spencer walks over and slides the plate away from her.
"Spence--"
"I can go to your favorite bakery." Spencer says.
"It's the thought that counts." Jessica says.
"Yeah." Spencer mumbles.
"I-I can go with you. I'll go with you." Jessica tells him.
"No. No, you're still hurt, Jess." Spencer frowns.
"It's either I go with you or we eat your breakfast." Jessica says making Spencer sigh. "Or we get Penelope to pick it up cause we know she's dying to come over. She'd be here quicker than The Flash."
"Who?" Spencer's nose scrunches in confusion.
"The--" Jessica sighs. "Never mind. She'd be here really quickly."
"But you said you don't want visitors yet." Spencer says.
"So I guess we're both going." Jessica says.
"And you can handle that?" Spencer asks.
"I'm not a porcelain doll." Jessica scoffs.
"No, I-I know, but... but you're hurt and... and sleep issues can cause mental state issues and exhaustion an-and--"
"Reid." Jessica gives him a look.
"Okay." He mumbles. "But I'm driving."
"It's a four minute walk." Jessica says.
"I'm driving." Spencer states, his tone being final making her groan. "Jessica, you just got out of the hospital barely a week ago. You should still wait a few more days before doing too much."
"A four minute walk is doing too much?" Jessica asks.
"It's an eight minute walk in total, plus stairs." Spencer points out.
"Fine." She relents. "Fine, you're driving. I get it."
"Do you need help with--"
"I'm fine." Jessica tells him, walking past him to the bedroom.
Spencer sighs, trying to not let her growing annoyance bother him. He knows he's probably getting to be overbearing and he knows she's going through a lot.
+++
Spencer gets out of the car and runs around it, opening the passenger door before Jessica gets a chance to.
"Spence--"
"I always do this." Spencer reasons. Jessica nods, letting him help her out. He wraps his arm around her, leading her into the bakery, hitting the lock button on the keys.
"I can walk, you know?" Jessica quietly says.
"I just don't want you to trip or do anything to risk tearing your stitches. Which we have to clean when we get home, by the way." Spencer says.
"I'm healing. It's fine." Jessica whispers.
"And let's not jeopardize that." Spencer says. Jessica rolls her eyes, but lets it go, knowing he won't let up.
They soon are able to place their order and get their food after only waiting for a few minutes. They go back out to the car and Spencer drives home.
They get up to their apartment and start eating their breakfast, Spencer able to relax for a few minutes with Jessica busy eating and no risk of moving.
+++
Spencer is currently out grocery shopping, it only being the second time Jessica's alone at the apartment.
She's currently working on unpacking some of her boxes, promising Spencer she won't lift anything heavy.
Jessica sighs as she takes knick knacks out of the box. A frown remains on her face while she goes through everything she's had for years.
A sudden detachment from anything she's ever owned overwhelms her, the woman not caring about a single object. She grabs the Wizard of Oz book out, staring at it. It was her favorite book when she was in middle school and now that it's about 15 years old, it's all worn and tired. But she can't even find herself to care to be gentle with it like she used to.
She tosses the book onto the coffee table, taking out a small figure of a deer she bought when she was in college. She had no reason to buy it other than thinking it looked cute and she had the two dollars to spare. But now she just doesn't care.
Jessica sighs, throwing the things back into the box and closing it up, putting it back. She looks between all the boxes with a certain amount of disdain, just wanting to throw her whole life away.
+++
The three weeks with Spencer home mostly consisted of him fussing over Jessica and her getting annoyed. When she felt herself getting too harsh, she tried to watch her words, it usually working.
Spencer just brushes all of her snappy moments off, knowing she's doing her best after everything that happened.
Jessica hates how she always wakes him up with her nightmares, feeling guilty even though he's assured her time and time again that he doesn't mind and wants to help her.
Spencer drives her to therapy and they take walks in the park. She's been able to stay home alone while he goes out to get dinner or groceries.
Jessica keeps delaying unpacking her stuff, just telling Spencer she doesn't feel up to it and wants to do it herself. He feels like she isn't telling him something about unpacking everything, getting more worried each day that maybe she's changing her mind about living together or something. Or maybe she's just too depressed to want to deal with it and is trying to hide it. But he doesn't say anything, feeling bad for pushing her so much already and not wanting to completely push her away to the point of never getting her back.
"I don't have to go back tomorrow. I can call Hotch and--"
"No. No, Spence, really, it-- it's fine, baby." Jessica tells him. "I want you to go. You love this job."
"I love you more." Spencer says.
"And I love you." Jessica weakly smiles. "But I will be fine. It's only a few hours a day."
"But if we get a case--" Spencer frowns.
"I'll be fine." Jessica promises. "I can call Garcia and-- and go to her place. Or go hang out at the BAU with her or something. I'm okay."
Spencer sighs, but trusts the reassuring look in Jessica's eyes that she tries so hard to show.
+++
"I really don't have to go." Spencer says as Jessica practically has to force him out the door.
"Baby--" Jessica gives him a look.
"I can stay. Work's so boring, anyway." Spencer scoffs, the words sounding forced.
"Uh-huh. Right." Jessica rolls her eyes. "I'm fine. Really. Go." She pecks him on the lips.
"I love you." Spencer tells her.
"I love you, too." Jessica gives him a small smile.
"Call me if you need anything. And I mean anything. I'll drive back, I'll fly back." Spencer tells her.
"I don't doubt that." Jessica says. "I'll call you or somebody else if I need something. You have my word."
"Okay." Spencer mumbles. "I should really stay."
"Go." Jessica points at the door, struggling to hold in her quiet laugh.
"Fine." Spencer grumbles. He gives her a short kiss, gently squeezing her hand. "Are you sur--"
"Spencer Walter Reid, I will drag you to work." Jessica warns.
"That's too much stress. I'll go." Spencer says, grabbing his satchel. Jessica rolls her eyes, but isn't able to hide her small amused smile, feeling a little less dread in the moment.
"I love you." Spencer tells her.
"I love you, too." Jessica responds, Spencer leaving afterwards.
Jessica gives it five minutes before she gets up and goes over to the door, swinging it open to reveal Spencer standing at the top of the stairs.
"Spencer, don't make me drag you by your ear." Jessica says.
Spencer groans, but makes his way down the stairs.
Jessica quietly laughs and rolls her eyes, shutting and locking the door. She turns to the apartment, looking between Spencer's belongings and all of the boxes that remind her of her life.
She lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the door, any joy she had fading to be replaced with complete dread.
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