In which Spencer and the girl from the park actually have a plot, and Malcom Bright from Prodigal Son has a crossover.
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"Tell us why you like it rough, Max," Catherine Adams says with a smile.
"Shut up," Spencer snaps.
Cat gives Spencer an amused...
Max opens the door to see him there, dark circles returned and an almost defeated look on his face.
He's in dark pants, a white button up, a matching dark blazer, and tie.
"You look tired" she says, leaning on the door frame and giving him a smirk.
He bites back a smile in response, and carelessly runs a hand through his already messy hair.
"Tough case?" She asks, moving forward and slowly touching his chest.
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A familiar buzzing envelops her thoughts, the same humming that has filled her ears since he left her last.
When he didn't ask about the phone call, and instead sent her sweet and flirty messages throughout his time away, she became lost in her own imagination, for once ruminating over what could go right instead of wrong.
He looks down at her and nods slightly.
Her hands go for his tie, but before she can pull him towards her, his lips are on hers, and his hands move to her hips.
She slides her hands from his chest to his neck, moving to deepen the kiss when he softly breaks it, and puts his forehead on hers.
His eyes are still closed and he lets out a sigh, sliding his hands together, behind her, and pulling her into a hug.
"What are we doing here, Max?" He asks with a laugh. His eyes flutter open to hers.
If she'd been thinking clearly, she would have been asking herself the same question over the last few days, instead of letting herself get lost in her own day dreams of being with him again.
Instead of being distracted by the way he looked at her that night, or the things he whispered in her ear.
But she hasn't been thinking clearly, and that is why she responds saying, "I'm still in the research stages right now, doctor, I need to run a few more tests."
They both laugh loudly, their collective tension exaggerating the joke resulting in the kind of laughs that make you think they could heal anything, but also the kind of laughs that bother neighbors, because suddenly the door to the right of them swings open, and a plump woman with curlers in her hair, and a shaking chihuahua in her hand emerges, poison in her eyes.
Max bites her fist to contain herself, and Spencer apologizes profusely in a hushed voice, placating the woman who closes the door without further remark.
They look back at each other with amused faces.
"What I mean" Max says, taking his hand, "is I don't know, and I think that's ok for now."
He intertwines his fingers in hers and looks down, biting his lips as if tasting his next words.
He flicks his eyes to hers and asks "will you stay with me tonight?" The words roll out easily, but with a blink she can tell he is second guessing himself and a blush begins to form.
Max smiles and pretends to be deep in thought. "I think that's wise. Let me grab some research materials first."
She turns to walk into her apartment.
"M- materials?" He asks, eyes widening.
"My tooth brush and phone." She says, turning to look at him coyly, tilting her head.
"Yeah" he laughs, rubbing the side of his face and making a step towards his door, "ok, just, come when you're ready."
Max closes the door and spends a few minutes freshening up. Her heart is beating with adrenaline and she is smiling stupidly.
When she is ready to walk over, she grabs her tooth brush and phone. She checks the time on it, and notices three missed calls...
Bay County Correctional Facility.
She clicks through the notifications to remove them from her Lock Screen, and powers the phone off this time before leaving her apartment.
Thursday Morning
"Hey, I've got to get ready for work." Max whispers to Spencer, who's eyes gently roll open.
"How'd you sleep?" She asks, sitting up to swing her legs to the floor, and stretching her arms over her head.
"Amazing, as expected." Spencer says, sliding closer to her, and touching a finger to her bare back.
"We can't do this every night you're home," Max says, playfully.
Spencer sticks out his lip in a pout.
Max laughs and swats away his hand that is moving from her back to the inner part of her thigh.
She lifts herself from the bed and locates her shirt on the floor.
"What're you doing tonight?" She asks as she puts on the tee and eyes him.
"Visiting with my mom," he says, watching her as she continues dressing.
"That's sweet," Max says, giving him a knowing look before locating her sweat pants.
"What about Friday night?" Spencer asks, adding "maybe I could... actually take you out?" He rolls over to a sitting position on the side of his bed facing Max.
"As wonderful as that sounds I will be at a birthday weekend in the woods with Michelle," Max says, tying the strings of her pants and closing the space between them.
Spencer winces playfully and hooks a finger in one of her pockets, pulling her against him.
"But.." she says, her breath catching a little as her hands meet his bare chest. "I'll be staying there until Sunday with her and her sister... and on Friday night is a whole party ... thing. You could... come if you want."
"You want me to come to Hurricane Michelle's birthday party." Spencer says flatly, a smile playing on his lips.
"Yeah..." she winces this time and shakes her head "that would be... weird, huh?" Max stammers.
"Not weird," his hands glide around her waist. "I just don't know how Michelle would feel about you bringing 'the officer' around." He says with a laugh.
"Lately she has been calling you 'the good doctor,' remember? And she already told me I could invite you" Max says with a smirk.
"So she ... knows" Spencer makes a motion with his finger between them and Max smiles sheepishly.
"Do you think I'll need my gun?" Spencer asks, raising his brows.
"No-- it will be a normal, nice night you can tell you therapist about."
"Well if it means I get to see you, I'll see what I can do," he says, pulling her in to him and planting a soft kiss on her lips.
Max was eventually able to peel herself away, and make it to work.
As she sat at her desk to begin her day, she notices a text message pop up with Spencer's name and familiar banter.
She texts back quickly, wondering if she could stand to make it until Friday night to see him again.
