Ineffable - S.REID

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・゜゜・．A WEEK LATER .・゜゜・

Clara shivered involuntarily as they approached their current suspect, a previously incarcerated paedophile who was currently watching two teenage girls laugh at their phones. It was a huge part of their job to keep the disgust felt towards Unsubs at bay but the two of them were having a rather hard time of it in this circumstance. "Arthur Brodie?" Spencer called, pulling the man's attention away from whatever he was reading. Any person could tell that it wasn't a book from a mile away and he wasn't the best at reading fakely, his gaze didn't even move across the page.

"What's the problem? I'm minding my own business," Brodie asked abruptly, brow furrowed in annoyance.

"You minding their business or theirs?"

Clara took his 'book' as Spencer spoke, quickly reading the title. "Oh, a vacuum manual. What an interesting document," she marvelled, voice laced thick with sarcasm. "You know if you're going to pretend to read, it's probably best to do it with an actual book. Or at least something believable."

"Is that your white van parked over there?" Spencer asked, bringing the questioning back to their focus with ease.

Brodie pretty much turned up his nose at the question, replying, "You can't touch it without a warrant. I've got my rights."

Clara chuckled under her breath, "Yes we can and no you don't."

"You're on parole. That's all the warrant we need," Spencer added, instantly noticing the shift of his annoyance to agitation and anger that was likely to end badly.

"The hell with you people," he muttered under his breath as he grabbed his manual, standing up as if he would leave the conversation at that instant. They couldn't let that happen, he was a suspect for multiple kidnappings of children after all.

"We're not done yet," Clara pressed, moving herself into the gap that would have been his exist without thinking about the possible consequences. Brodie's hand went up to push her shoulder and her out of the way but before his hand could even brush against the air around her, Spencer forecilly grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind him. He threw Brodie face down onto the bench, cuffing him one handed in one smooth and quick manoeuvre. Clara could only watch in awe.

Once they had brought Brodie into the station and had handed him over to the appropriate officers, Clara and Spencer walked back to their dedicated room with her arm wrapped around his. They discussed the case in a hushed manner as they walked up the multiple flights of stairs to the room, the elevator was broken, and by the time they had reached the evidence board they both had new ideas of leads to follow. "Oh by the way," Clara spoke, catching his attention as she pinned a photo to the cork. "Back there in the park? Hands down one of the hottest things you've ever done. "

"Clara we're at work," he whispered back, even though the room was completely empty, pink cheeks hiding behind the fake frown of disapproval he had grown. She simply looked at him, brow cocked and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Did you book the doctor's appointment yet?" he asked, attempting desperately to change the subject despite the fact that his stomach had filled with warmth and the usual fuzzy feeling he got whenever she walked into a room.

Clara nodded, having finally relented after being pestered to book the appointment for a week straight. She was just too scared, her body didn't feel right and she couldn't tell whether it was the new addition or something else entirely. She hoped it was the first option, god she hoped it was the first option. "I'm in on Friday since we both have the day off."

-

On too many occasions, they had come back from a case and discovered that there was absolutely no food in the house that either of them wanted to eat. So it became a sort of habit for the both of them to go food shopping before returning home. It worked out beneficially for the both of them. He pushed the cart whilst reading, book laying in the kids seat, whilst she wandered through the aisles and theorised the meals that they could have. He didn't really cook much, she didn't let him. Clara was also slightly unreliable when it came to buying food and with her new pregnancy, the situation had only been made worse. She often picked out random items of food and bought them, only discovering that she was either repulsed by them or just didn't want them anymore by the time the food made it to the car. He prevented that as much as possible. "Ooo mangos," she grinned as she walked towards the fruit, instantly picking up a pack of two.

"You don't like those," he replied just as she was about to place the package into the cart. "Too perfumey."

She hesitated then, clutching the mango with one hand whilst she stared at them. "You're right. But they sound good right now though."

He looked up from his book and chuckled softly, "Will they still be good when we get to the car?"

Clara thought about it for a moment, seriously thought about it instead of just giving into the initial craving. The idea of eating the fruit already repulsed her somewhat so she placed them back on the shelf and got back to the tomatoes she had been looking at previously. She supposed that her tendency to buy things the instant she craved them stemmed from childhood and growing up in a poorer family where she wasn't able to afford the sweet treats she so craved. But now she had adult money of her own, she could fulfil those cravings instantly and get a short serotonin boost.

They continued to shop until they were both sure they had everything they needed. On the way to the tills, Clara found herself sidetracked by a display of magazines and books about babies and pregnancy. It was too early to tell her Ma so she really didn't know what to expect at any corner of this experience. Whilst she was distracted and turned a book to the blurb, Spencer ditched the cart at her side and walked over to where the flowers were kept. He picked out the nicest bunch of them all, a bouquet which included some of her favourites and placed it in the seat of the cart so they weren't accidentally damaged. When she turned, one of the books still in hand, a smile turned the corners of her lips. She placed the book back down and walked over to him and the flowers, admiring them for a second before she whispered, "Good choice."

He laughed and wrapped his arm over her shoulders, placing a kiss into her hair. Then he whispered, "Do you want to go back for the mango?"

"No but I do want the bag of marshmallows."

Without saying a word or communicating anything with his expression, he turned the cart in the direction of the baking aisle. She grinned and chose to push it herself this time so she could run then step onto the foot holders for children at the bottom of the cart, flying down the middle of the store. Luckily, because it was so late, the place was pretty empty and she didn't have many obstacles. Spencer could only laugh as he took in the sight, wondering how she could make every boring and mundane task so fun. But he loved doing the boring adult tasks of life with her.