She can tell those three words turn me on and I know she's trying to hide a smile. Slowly, her hand travels up my chest, starting at my lower abdomen, and working up to the center-making me want to shiver at her light caress. She sticks out her fing...
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I laugh at Emily as she steps out of the dressing room, sporting the sweater she chose to try on.
"Oh c'mon. Why are you laughing now? Is it too grandmaish?" She asks, looking down at it. Everyone severely underestimated the weather after warning them several times that it would be cold in the State of Maine. So now we're all at Reny's getting everyone sweaters. Well, except me.
"A little?" I admit to her. "But it's sort of...cute? In a way at least." There's been no new leads in the case and as much as we should be working on it, I'm too excited to show the team around. Derek walks up to us sporting a nice dark blue fleece sweater that suits him pretty well.
"How do I look?" He asks us while Emily is still checking out her grandma's sweater. "Oh, Emily. Please tell me you're not getting that one."
"Guys it's not that bad!" She argues and Derek and I look at each other, sharing a knowing glance. I get up from my seat and search through the racks upon racks of fleece sweaters looking for the perfect one for Em. One grabs my attention and I grab its hanger and bring it over to her.
"Here, Em. Try this one." I put it in her arms and shoo her back into the dressing room. "And to your question, Derek, you look like my grandad." He laughs and puts his sunglasses on.
"At least he has good taste."
"Sure," I say and glance back as the dressing room door opens and Emily steps back out. "Much better! Fits you perfectly and makes you look good. Don't you agree Derek?"
"Great pick, Cami," Derek says as Hotch and JJ come to join us, Tara following.
"Are we all finished?" Hotch asks and we nod. "Then let's get back on the case."
We pay for our things, and JJ and Hotch get a little more than just their sweaters both saying it's for their kids.
"I hope you've all learned your lessons and to listen to me next time when I tell you things about my home state," I say as we all get into the SUVs
"In your dreams, Hendricks," Derek says as he gets into the driver's seat and I in the passenger.
I roll my eyes at him and chuckle as we drive away back to the police station that awaits our presence.
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We all sit hunched over the case information, our eyes tired and drooping as they skim the words over and over again.
"I can't take this anymore," I speak up, leaning back in my chair.
"Same here. Hotch I think we should call it a night." Emily says and rests her head in the crook of her elbow on the table.
Thankfully, Hotch calls it a night for us and I gleefully grab my things as we head to the cozy nearby inn. I flop onto my bed, the squeak of the bed springs welcoming my ears. I look at the clock on the wall on the other side of the room. It reads 12 o'clock and even though I really want to call Auggie I don't want to wake him. I sigh out loud.
No new leads on the case, I can't call home on the off chance I will wake Auggie, and the memory of me slipping on rocks and getting stitches keeps recurring in my mind. I press the palms of my hands into my eyes to try and stop the image. When my brain decides to not listen, I turn over, grab the remote lying on the side table, and flick on the TV.
It's quiet outside, the gentle breeze ruffling the curtains as the news flicks on. I surf through the channels, trying to find one that interests me and I can fall asleep too. I finally find something to watch and I settle into bed, feeling my eyes get tired again.
My mind drifts off to Spencer, thinking about how good everything is going between us. It feels nice. Brings me to the past when we actually liked each other. It makes me feel good, too. Warm inside when I watch him play with August, cook for him, etc. I love that he knows Auggie's preferences such as his strawberries that need to be cut into hearts and how he likes his Cheerios with no milk because they get soggy. I know Spencer can't forget those things like other people could but I don't know...it's just something about it that makes me feel so....happy.
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It's 3 o'clock when I wake up groggily to the sound of a text message from Spencer. The TV is playing a different program as I pick up my phone. I have to wait a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust before being able to see what he sent me and when I do, I feel my whole body go rigid and fear wash through every bone.
Y'know that instant feeling that you're going to be sick? The bile creeps up your throat and your mouth gets weirdly sort of dry but also so much saliva is making itself known?
From Spencer: We need to talk. Why didn't you tell me?
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