Chapter Three: Mars

                                    

                                          
After your next day of work, You and Spencer are heading back to your apartment in silence. You enjoyed this, the comfortable silence, it was the one time you and Spencer weren't at each other's throats and you can just focus on work. As you guys are walking in the halls of your apartment building, Spencer holds an arm out and stops you. You look at him annoyed. 
                          
"What are you doing?" You ask, angrily. 
                          
"Your doormat is out of place from this morning." He says, hand reaching for the gun in the holster on his hip. "Someone's in your apartment. Get behind me."    
                          
You look at Spencer in shock and cower behind him. You had been so busy hating Spencer that you had forgotten the very real threat on your life. That someone was really out there to specifically kill you and the prospect of your life ending before you could finish your work, scared you immensely. 
                          
Spencer waited 3 seconds before bursting into the apartment gun raised. 
                          
Spooking the vacuum cleaner right out of your mother's hand. She holds her palms up in surrender, Spencer instantly holsters his gun. "Is it suddenly a crime to vacuum? You'd think it was by the amount you don't do it, matoki." 
                          
"Mom, when did you get here?" You really should've known that as soon as Spencer told your mom she could visit that she'd be on the next plane. 
                          
"About an hour ago, I decided to do some cleaning since you apparently don't have the time." You roll your eyes as you go to hug your mom tightly.  
                          
"Well, at least we know if the Unsub is a five foot nothing, elderly jewish woman, you can protect me." You say, smirking at Spencer over your mom's shoulder. He rolls his eyes. 
                          
Your mom pulls away from you extending a hand to the Doctor. "Hi, I'm Rachel Y/L/N." 
                          
You pull your mom's hand back. "He doesn't shake hands, Ma." 
                          
Spencer looks at you in shock. He's never told you that. In fact, your first meeting he never even got around to it since you instantly decided you hated him. So how could you know such a random detail about him? 
                          
"Oh I'm sorry dear." Rachel says, nodding at him. 
                          
Spencer returns the nod. "I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. It's nice to meet you ma'am." 
                          
"Likewise." She says, smiling. "I know you guys worked so go sleep if you want don't mind me." 
                          
You throw your mother a grateful look before retreating into your room. Spencer goes to his spot on the couch, Alphonso immediately joining him. 
                          
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Spencer wakes not too long after falling asleep due to his insomnia. He sits up in confusion when he hears faint humming and soft classical music coming from the kitchen. He goes into the kitchen to see Y/N's mom kneading dough, she looks up and smiles at him. You have her smile, this he can instantly tell. 
                          
"Did you sleep ok?" She asks. 
                          
"No, but I never do." Spencer shrugs. 
                          
She looks at him in pity for a second. "Well, I put some coffee on earlier figuring one of you would wake up soon. Help yourself." 
                          
Spencer looks at her graciously before pouring himself a mug, he wasn't used to coffee already being out for him when he woke up. Typically you always made enough for one cup, leaving him to his own devices. He sips from his mug watching your mother separate the dough. 
                          
"What're you doing?" He asks. 
                          
"I am making challah." She says, smiling. "It's Y/N's favorite, figured I'd have it done by the time she got up."