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...
dark·ness noun 1.the partial or total absence of light. 2. wickedness or evil.
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Friday Night
*message from Spencer*
"Hey send me the address, I'll have to meet you there. Paperwork 😩"
It was getting late in the cabin Michelle's sister rented for her, but plenty of her friends, and colleges remained.
Several charcuterie boards peppered surfaces, and champagne flowed freely.
Max eyes the window looking for a car to pull up the pebbled drive since he messaged her, "on my way."
She had steered clear of most of Michelle's colleagues and clients all night, but Michelle's sister, Eloise, a bubbly blonde with Michelle's figure couldn't resist questioning her.
"So he's FBI? ...Sammy said he liked him," Eloise says, referring to her son.
She chatters on: "Do you think he has killed someone before, you know-- on the job? God the angst... I bet he is so hot in bed..."
Lights come up the drive way.
"I think he is here" Max says, and adds "please don't ask him that," before sliding away from Eloise to make her way to the front porch.
There he was. Hair a mess in the best way, and wearing a blue button up. She figures he must have ditched his usual tie somewhere, and his shirt was undone to reveal a white undershirt.
"Where's your gun?" Max asks playfully, his shoes crunching on the pebbles as he walks towards her.
"I left it in my locker at work," he says with a chuckle, "I was told we are being normal tonight."
"Michelle's sister will be disappointed," she says, letting him reach her.
He leans down to kiss her and she lets him.
At this point it's natural, like breathing.
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They make their way inside, just in time for Michelle to notice them. She was making her rounds around the cabin, champagne flute in hand, and some guy in tow.
"Hey!" She says, then turns to the man beside her.
"This is my colleague, Carl," Michelle says, motioning to a blond man who looks like a Ken doll, "this is Max's... Uh, neighbor, he's a profiler for the FBI with the behavioral analysis unit..." Michelle means this as a brag but the man's reaction was unimpressed.
Spencer nods to the man who narrows his eyes, "Malcom Bright, right?" he looks Spencer up and down, "the one that messed up the Gilford case for us? We had him free as a bird until your stupid profile led to... alleged... evidence against him, do you know how much money..."
