Chase me baby

Date Night

Spencer

Y/n sat down beside me and fidgeted with her bracelets.

"S-s-so what-t-t should w-we do?" She stammered out.

"N-not sure? Should we walk a-around?"

"Su-ure!"

We got up, and started to walk.

Y/n was shivering.

"D-d-d-d-d-d-do y-y-y-ou want m-my j-j-jacket?" I said.

"U-u-u-u-um s-s-s-s-s-sure!"

I handed y/n my jacket, and she put it on. 

"T-thanks!"

Y/n

"So what do you do for a living?" I asked, as we continued to walk.

"Oh, I'm an fbi agent. I work as a profiler."

I stopped in my tracks.

"Fbi?"

"Yeah. Whats wrong with an fbi agen-"

"Nothing! It's just.. its a dangerous job.." I said, cutting him off.

"Oh! Yeah it is.. but as a profiler I'm less in action and more figuring stuff out."

"Oh cool! So what does a profiler do?" I questioned.

"Mostly make a profile for unsubs- unidentified subjects. Like figuring out what they look like and how they act. Stuff like that."

"Woah! So what kind of cases do you deal with?"

"Uh usually homicides, kidnappings, arsonists, stuff like that."

Arsonists.

"Actually right now we have two cases going on! A serial killer and an arsonist!" He said excitedly.

"O-o-oh t-that's c-cool."

Shit what if he finds me out.

"Anyways, what do you do? Anything other then the coffee shop? I feel like I'm talking about myself too much."

"Oh no not at all! But anyways, I'm an english major. I'm hoping to be an author or something... it's lame I know." I looked down embarrassed. 

"It's not lame!" He punched my shoulder playfully.

We continued to walk and talk for a bit, until we got to the library.

"Crazy to think that we met here only," he did the math in his head, "2 weeks and 3 days ago."

"Oh wow! It's a small world."

It's a Small World started to play in my head as I tried to get it to stop.

~A day later~

"Hey y/n! How was your sleep?" Spencer had called me again.

"It was great, what about you!"

"Perfect! I have to go to this event thing tomorrow so I have to prepare myself." He chuckled.

I laughed loudly.

"Ah! I have to get to work, but I'll call you when I'm done? If you're not busy!" He sounded nervous.

"No worries! Call me whenever you want!"

"Alright! Well bye! Great talking to you!"

"Bye!"

I hung up, and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I changed out of my pj's and walked to my room. On my bed, I realized I still had Spencers jacket. I smiled to myself. Maybe this will work out after all...