Ineffable - S.REID

27

・゜゜・．TWO MONTHS LATER .・゜゜・

tw: drugs

Clara sighed softly whilst relaxation softened the tightness in her shoulders and various other muscles in her back. Hours ago, after heading out for dinner, they had returned to his place simply because it was closer and Clara's heels had started to pinch, They lay on the couch, Clara locked in Spencer's embrace, as a movie that he picked out played on the screen. She hadn't liked the look of it to begin with but it was his turn to choose and she found the joy behind his eyes when he explained the movie ever so endearing.

The tension of a particular scene dissipated, for her at least, when her phone began to ring dully from her bag. She sighed, this time aggravatedly, before she climbed out of his arms. "Who calls at this time of night?" he asked as she walked across the room, weaving between piles of books on the floor. He had recently run out of shelf space completely and could not find space for another bookshelf or one that he even liked enough to buy.

"It's probably my Ma, she wakes in the night after dreams of 'the future' and has to check I'm alive," Clara explained with soft laughter as she dug through her bag, struggling to find her phone amongst all the chaos within it.

He shuffled to sit up completely on the couch, glancing at her with intrigue widening his eyes, "Can you do that?"

"When I was younger," she shrugged as she brought the phone to her ear, not thinking that such an idea would be a big deal since it had become quite normal within her family. "Ciao Ma."

"Are you on a case?"

Clara, rather surprised by Ma's tone of voice and lack of concern about her dream, frowned as she began to pace around Spencer's apartment, "No, I'm at home. What's up?"

"Can you go and pick up your brother?" she asked quietly, clearly dropping her voice to prevent anyone in the house from hearing a word - a rather difficult feat given how cramped her childhood home was..

She paused her pacing, running a hand through her hair as she replied, "Vin?"

"He's been arrested."

She cleared her throat, trying not to show the annoyance within her mind. "I thought he was in Miami?"

"I don't know, Clara," her Ma paused as she sighed deeply, clearly sharing the same annoyance as her daughter. No one would ever voice it though, he was family after all. "It's another drug charge."

"Course it is... I'll go get him Ma, save you the trip."

"Grazie, ti amo."

"Ti amo Ma," Clara replied softly before she hung up the phone and threw it back into her bag. She reached for her shoes and pulled them on as she muttered, "I am so going to kill him."

Spencer, who she had forgotten was there with her own annoyance, asked as she pulled on her coat, "Your brother?"

"He's been arrested again. He's been an addict for about ten years now, ish. Been arrested about five times, rehab twice, nothing works. He's a stubborn fucker," she rambled, her fingertips locked around the door handle. Sensing her general discomfort and posture, Spencer was quick to climb off the couch. He met her at the door and her head fell onto his shoulder, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed a kiss to the top of her hair. "I'm so sick of this," she whispered, the pain within her voice sending shatters of glass through his heart.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No it's okay, it's better if it's just me. He wouldn't hurt me..." she paused as she lifted her head off his shoulder. She placed two fingers in the corners of her eyes, blotting away the tears that had brewed there. "He's scary when he's high... Shit sorry, is this- um- is this a conversation topic we should avoid? I didn't even think-"