Lost In The Fire | Spencer Reid

4. Casa di Rossi

"Ciao bella," Rossi smiled broadly as he swung open the front door to his home. Placing his hands on Becca's shoulders, he placed a kiss on both her cheeks before pulling her inside.

"Dave, this place is incredible," Becca exclaimed.

"Grazi," he grinned. "Let me take that," he said, taking the bottle of wine she'd bought with her. "Go join the others, the garden is just through those doors," he pointed to the glass double doors across the room.

She made her way across the large kitchen/diner, her footsteps echoing off the marble floor. She looked around her as she went, decadence was an understatement! Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, mirrors and art adorning the walls.

She paused in front of one of the mirrors, straightening her hair and making sure her make-up was still as it should be. Her hair was falling in loose waves around her shoulders, and she wore a black and pink A-line swing dress that was cut lower on her back, showing a large tattoo between her shoulder blades, a wolf's face with colourful flowers and butterflies around it, extending up the back of her neck.

She felt like those butterflies might be real and currently fluttering around in her stomach. It had taken her by surprise, this nervous feeling.

She had spent the last two days working with Spencer. Yes, he was handsome. You'd have to be blind not to see that. But there was something else that she couldn't put her finger on. A spark between them. It was unexpected, and in a way unwelcome. Her attraction to him was distracting, and she had too much to focus on with the case without the added frustration.

Plus, they lived on opposite sides of the ocean and a holiday fling wasn't really her style. It would pass, she told herself, taking a deep breath and heading out through the glass doors into the garden.

She paused again, her mouth falling open in awe. The garden was something else, twinkling with fairy lights and candles.

The team were sat around a large circular table, talking and laughing amongst themselves. A blonde lady rose from her seat and walked towards her, smiling kindly.

"You must be Becca. I'm Krystall, Dave's wife. It's nice to meet you," she said, holding her hand out towards Becca.

"Lovely to meet you Krystall," Becca smiled, gently shaking Krystall's hand.

"Go sit down, I'll get you a glass of champagne. Dave saved you a seat by Emily," she smiled before walking towards the house. Becca made her way to the table, biting nervously at the inside of her cheek as she realised the empty seat was also next to Spencer.

As the group saw her, they cheered and smiled at her. Emily stood up and pulled her friend into a tight hug before they sat down. Putting her clutch bag down on the table, she glanced at Spencer, finding him already looking at her.

"Hi," she smiled, her voice soft.

"Hi. You managed to find a dress," he said. She hadn't packed any nice dresses so Emily had taken her shopping when they finished at the office. "It's nice. You, um, you look nice," he stuttered. She looked him up and down. He wore a black shirt, the top two buttons unfastened, and a black suit jacket and trousers.

"You don't look so bad yourself," she smiled, one corner of his lips pulling up into a small smile.

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Once they'd all finished their meals, the party had really gotten into full swing. Turned out that as well as being beautiful, Dave's garden also had an insane sound system and a makeshift dancefloor!