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Chapter 7

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this is a small chapter but I hope you like it!! <3

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12:28 PM

Pen<33 : Srry to interrupt ur relaxing night of leisure :(( New case, we need u !!

maisie: omg say you’re joking

Pen<33: No, I wish !! Can u b here asap??

maisie: okay, i’ll try my best

Pen<33: Ur the best !! See u soon ;)
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12:32 PM

Pen<33: OMG, totally forgot to mention, bring a change of clothes .

maisie: uhh what? why

Pen<33: I have to go w the team for this case, you have to come w me .

maisie: WHAT

Pen<33: It'll b fun, trust me !!

maisie: hmmmm alright

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I was walking in the building in less than 15 minutes.
“Wheels up in 15.” Hotch’s voice called out, and I rushed to Penelope’s office.
“I’m ready to go!”
“That’s great!! Okay, we’re taking the jet, so-”
“The jet?”
“Yeah, duh! C’mon, get excited!”
“I am!” I wasn’t. I mean, I should’ve been, but the idea of spending hours on a tiny jet with Spencer made me incredibly anxious.

When I got on the jet, the lights were dimmed and everyone was half asleep. I couldn’t help but smile at Spencer laid in the corner, with a book resting open-faced on his chest. God, I’d messed up, but self-sabotage is my specialty after all. I sat in the only spot left between Spencer and JJ, who was asleep and had a little pink sleeping mask on. I sighed and tried to shut my eyes, drifting off immediately.

I woke up to rough turbulence rocking the interior back and forth. My heart leapt out of my chest, and I tried to grab onto the nearest thing, Spencer’s hand. Shit, he hates touching hands, especially mine. I expected him to pull away, but he held on tighter. I squeezed his fingers and exhaled softly when the turbulence resided. I apologized sheepishly and released his hand.
“Don’t..worry about it.”
“I know you don’t like being touched.”
“It’s okay.”
“No seriously, I never would’ve-”
“Don’t worry about it, Maisie.” Maisie. It was the first time in months that he’d called me Maisie and not Margaret or even Ms. Winters on the worst of days. I smiled at him, but he didn’t react, just went back to reading his book. I sighed and looked out at the clouds, knowing we’d be landing soon.