"Me?" I looked deep in his eyes, but all I could see was a slight shimmer of honesty. He was serious, he barley knew me, but for some reason he was risking it all, for me? "Why?" He laughed, looking off into the crowd of people on the dance floor.
"There's just something about you, something I've never seen in anybody else... you have all these sort of... well, layers? Anytime I peel one back, it's just... something I would've never guessed about you." I smiled.
"Interesting."
"It really is, well... you are." He grabbed my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles. "I wanna learn every last thing about you, and I have no idea why... it's driving me insane, I'm losing sleep over the mystery that you've caused in my brain."
I looked at his eyes, his face, his body... This man was exhausted, because the known genius couldn't figure ME out? What? "Well what do you want to know?"
He scooted closer if that was even possible. "Everything, from the day you were born... I don't know if that sounds creepy or... I just, I need to know more about you and stop pretending that I don't want to know." I looked around.
"I can tell you more, but not here." He rose a brow.
"Why not-"
"There's things I don't want just anyone to know about me." He slowly nodded.
"Then where-" I cut him off.
"You allergic to cats?"
"Actually, yes..." My head sort of fell to the side, huh.
"Okay, we'll go to your place then. Lead the way." He looked at me like I'd just attempted mass murder. "Reid, hellooooo." He cleared his throat, standing up and towering over me once again.
"Okay."
The whole walk was pretty quiet, his hands in his pockets the whole time, looking back every now and then to make sure I hadn't strayed.
"Well, this is it." My mouth sort of opened in aw. His place was a bit of a mess, but so timeless. I ran my finger along the wall, plopping down on his couch, throwing my bag straight to the ground, and chucking my shoes to the floor.
"So, what do you want to know." He sort of paused before sitting next to me, fixing his hair before he plopped down too.
"Well, where are you from?" I crossed my legs, my skirt sliding its way up my leg, reverting his gaze.
"I'm actually from the south." He nodded for me to continue. "South Florida."
"Didn't take you as a beach girl either." I laughed.
"I definitely wasn't, more a country girl wanna be then anything. We lived more inland, so all my friends parents had farms. So, most of the time I was over at their houses, rolling in mud with the pigs, and learning how to ride horses, milk cows, collecting eggs... all that sort of stuff." He sat up.
"So, what was your home life like then?"
"Huh?" I shot him a confused look.
"Your parents, siblings, you said you were always at your friends houses?" I signed.
"Yeah, my parents... we lived in a nice area... but, my parents worked all the time. All they cared about was nice things. My mom was lawyer, and my dad was the retired sheriff turned into a business man. He didn't want this life for me, only supported me with material things." I fiddled with my hands looking down at the floor. "My sister was just like me, but she was older, and actually successful with creating the life she wanted. Even found herself a nice country guy to settle down with."
"I'm sorry." He put his hand on my shoulder, his fingers boiling to the touch.
"Eh, it's fine... I mean, I definitely rebelled enough to make up for it..."
"So, what made you get to where you are now? Why not just be like your sister and settle down with some of your country friends? Have your own farm?" I looked up.
"That's what I wanted to do, I just wanted a small town family... but my dad convinced me I needed to go to college, unlike my sister... and settling down so young was dumb, so that's what I did."
"That's it, that's all there is too it?"
"Well, I didn't comply without a fight. I told him the only way I'd go to college was if he'd allow me to become a cop. He told me if there was one thing I should never do, it was become a cop."
"Why not?" He inched closer.
"He didn't want me to get hurt, but I just wanted to show him that getting hurt a few times was well worth it."
"And your whole facade?"
"The whole country lifestyle, or the country act I quickly realized wouldn't get me much further than the local sheriff spot, so I changed the way I looked & the way I dressed." He furrowed his brows.
"Just like that?" I nodded.
"Poof, just like that."
"But, why? Was it really worth losing yourself, to prove someone else wrong?" I sank into the seat.
"When I was 18, yes... but when I was 19 and already lead detective, that's when I realized I should've just kept my mouth shut and stopped while I was ahead... but it was already too late." I sighed.
"Alot of people ask me if I regret it, and from what I just said it sounds like I would... but I don't. Through my years of being in this field I've really learnered to fall in love with my job, and that's why I'm sitting next to you right now, as an Fbi profiler, and not a mother of 3 on a farm."
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I woke up, the lights dim, the walls green... Spencer's arms wrapped thick around me- wait? No... we really talked the whole night..? I finished telling him my sort of 'villain origin story' and he told me all about his. It's always interesting to find out why people act the way that they do.
"Oh, hey... coffee?" I snapped out of it.
"Oh, um... yeah!" We both kinda stood up, Spencer's shirt barley hanging on, and my bra almost fully popping out of my top. "I'm sorry I-"
"No, It's fine- I'll just go start a pot." He sorta just shrugged it off, pointing to the kitchen before he walked away.
Now that it was light out I really got a good look at the place. It looked like a Pinterest board, but in a good way. "So, work today...?" I scratched my head.
"I'm sick, can't make it." He said it with the
straightest face, his eyes never diverting from the can of sugar he was practically emptying into his mug. "Sugar?"
"No, black is fine." He nodded, handing me a cup. I coughed. "I think I'm also coming down with something, it seems pretty s-serious." I coughed again, Spencer laughed.
"So, what are we gonna do today if we're sick?"
