THE NEXT MORNING, LEIGH FOLLOWED HER USUAL ROUTINE AS SHE GOT READY FOR WORK. She fed Nova, took a shower, got dressed, double-checked her bags and took one sweep around her apartment before grabbing her firearm and badge and heading out the door. She changed into a black turtleneck underneath a plaid blazer with matching black slacks and a black leather belt. Her holster tied to her belt per usual and minimal jewelry was added.
As she parked in her designated parking spot of the FBI parking garage, she got out of her car and made her way inside the building. When she made her way to the elevators, she pressed the up button that indicated it with an arrow. She waited for a few seconds before the doors opened.
Spencer's heart skipped a beat the second he saw Leigh. He adjusted his satchel over his shoulder as he made his way into the elevator beside her. As it began to ascend, he looked over at her, an almost lovestruck expression on his face. "Good morning, Leigh," he said in a soft voice, offering a shy smile.
She looked over to him, a small but bright smile on her lips as she greeted him back, "Hey, Spence," she said to him, her grip on her bag tightening out of nervousness.
His heart skipped another beat, butterflies swarming his stomach as soon as she spoke his name. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered.
"You look nice today," he said quietly, his eyes lingering on her for a few seconds too long before looking away, his cheeks dusted pink.
"Thanks," she replied, her voice equally as quiet as she didn't know what else to say.
The ride to their floor was fairly long and the silence was nearly deafening. But Spencer couldn't think of a single thing to say, his mind occupied with Leigh. He found himself continually stealing glances at her, his heart rate increasing each time. By the time the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival to their floor, Spencer was a nervous wreck.
Leigh turned to him as the doors opened. She could tell something was up with him, but a war raged within her on if she should ask him what was wrong or if she should just leave it. Eventually, the latter won out.
