"Well, we should probably get some rest, being sick and all..." He scooted closer beside me on the couch, his fingers gliding up and down my leg, catching my skirt every few times. "We should definitely lay down... maybe lose a few laye-"
ring ring ring
"We have a case, it's urgent. I suggest you get here before-" I cut him off.
"But, I'm si-"
"Don't care, plane, now." Hotch hung up the phone like he could smell the bullshit from miles away.
"I guess we're not sick then?" I sighed.
"Guess not."
-
We were on the way back from our case in Hawaii, and just like that two weeks had flown by. Everyone was obviously exhausted, Emily and I the only too 'seemingly' awake. Spencer had fallen asleep on my shoulder, but I was to anxious to get home I just couldn't sleep.
I was all jittery, I could barley sit still. I got up before I like quite literally shook him awake, plopping down in the empty seat next to Emily.
"So, how's that going?" I looked around, yep... she was talking to me. I awkwardly laughed.
"What, how's what going..?" She smirked.
"You don't have to lie to me, I won't tell." I sighed.
"I don't know, I'm honestly really confused." She tilted her head.
"Confused how?"
"I mean, I don't even really know if I like him, I mean... probably? He's just so much older than me and- what if he doesn't even feel the same?" She laughed. "What?"
"You don't think he likes you?" I shrugged.
"I don't know." I sorta sunk into the seat.
"El, have you seen the way he looks at you? I've known the kid for years, I've never once seen him this genuinely head over heels for someone." I smiled to myself, kinda just turning towards the window. Maybe he really did like me, and maybe I really did like him..?
"Yeah, maybe." Emily just shot me a soft smile, patting my shoulder before she shoved me back towards where Spencer and I had camped out on the plane earlier. He was half awake, his eyes heavy and droopy. "Did you hear any of that?"
"Any of what?" His voice was soft and raspy, his head falling to my chest as I plopped back down on the couch right next to him.
I ran my fingers through his hair, looking out the window as the cities passed by. "Nothing."
-
"Someone sent blondie flowers!" I watched Morgan snap around the corner, quite literally snapping his fingers as he walked around the corner, a bouquet of what looked to be at least two dozen roses held in his free hand.
"Me?" I looked around nervously, my eyes sorta widening when he sat the vase on my desk.
"Me and the girls miss you, call soon, daddy." The girls? Was he referring to my mother and sister he'd practically disowned?
"Who's 'daddy', sweet stuff?" Morgan smirked as he leanded against my desk, popping one of the candy's from my desk into his mouth.
"My dad." I pushed my chair from the desk, storming off to the bathroom.
My dad and I thick and through it all still maintained a somewhat normal relationship, but something that always pissed me off was the little, well... definitely not so little vases full of flowers he'd send every now and then when he felt I wasn't checking in enough.
It would always stir up unneeded drama in the office. (Girls hating me because they thought I had a rich husband or something like that.) Except, it was just my dad trying to piss me off.
Yes, he did it on purpose. I've told him multiple times to just send them to my house, the address never changed... but, did he listen? No.
"You okay?" I'd lost track of how long I'd been deep in my thoughts, my hands almost turning white from the cold water that been submerging them for probably ten or so minutes.
"Yeah, yeah... just the flowers from my dad... it always brings up a lot of thoughts from my past and stuff." I dried my hands, JJ shaking her head.
"I get it, I'm always here if you need to talk." I smiled, knowing I'd never talk to anyone about something like this, not even my best friends. My personal life has always been, well... my personal life. I didn't like sharing anything that had too much of an effect on me.
Except with, Spencer I guess... something about talking to him felt so freeing. It's almost like he understood every single word that came out of my mouth like it were coming out of his own.
"Thanks, I really appreciate that." She squinted and searched my eyes before she smiled, she could tell I was lying.
"Yeah, of course... my doors always open." I walked back to my desk, the flowers waiting for me, along with the overly vague card tied to the end of one of the petals.
"Daddy?" Spencer was smirking to himself across the desk.
"Yeah, so?" I crossed my arms, taking the little note and balling it up before I tossed it in the trash.
"Most stop calling their dads, daddy after puberty so it's just... interesting." I shook my head.
"I never said I called him that."
"I mean, sure you've never said it, but it's implied from how comfortable he seems to be writing it on something hundreds or even thousands of people may see."
"Thousands?"
"The postage service, other carrier services, the florists, the-"
"Leave the girl alone, would you?" Emily put a hand on my shoulder, sending me a soft smile. "Don't let them bother you." I smiled back.
"I won't." I put my head in my hands, just eyeing the flowers before I picked up my phone.
I shot my dad a quick test, basically saying thanks, how's it going... blah blah. Then 5 o'clock hit and I was out the door.
Right before I was about to drive off someone honked at me, followed by Spencer pulling into the spot beside me, doing a little hand motion for me to roll my window down.
"Got any plans tonight?" I tilted my head, throwing the car back in park.
"Not particularly." He smiled, a light blush shimmering on his face.
"You wanna... like- get dinner... with me?" I looked at my watch like I had somewhere or something better to be doing before I agreed.
"Sure, but- maybe takeout? I'm exhaustedddd." I groaned, letting my head fall to the back of my seat.
"Sounds like a plan."
