Why Don't You Come Over?

i think about you too

warnings: addiction, drugs, smut, angst

It had been a few days since Elle resigned from the team, and the bullpen had not been the same without her. Spencer felt her absence almost every moment of the day. The conversations they once shared had been replaced by a heavy silence that seemed to echo around him. He missed the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled with determination during cases, and the comforting presence she brought to their often chaotic world.

Every day, Spencer found himself glancing at her empty desk, hoping against hope that she might suddenly appear. But she never did.

Instead, he was left with only memories and the cold realization that she had moved on, leaving him behind. The plane rides were the worst. He used to look forward to the long hours in the air, knowing that Elle would be there. Now, those hours stretched endlessly.

Desperation had driven Spencer to check the hotel she had mentioned staying at before her departure. It had been a gamble, but he was willing to try anything to find her. To his dismay, he learned she had checked out. Panic set in as he realized she could be anywhere. He reached out to Penelope, hoping against hope that she might be able to help.

Penelope's response came quickly, but it was not what he had hoped for. She told him that Elle had anticipated Spencer's search and had sent her a text specifically warning her about it.

"Elle knew you'd look for her," Penelope explained, her voice tinged with frustration and sadness. "She asked me not to help anyone find her. I promised her I wouldn't."

The realization that Elle had gone so far as to anticipate his every move, to outmaneuver him in this last desperate attempt to reach out, left Spencer feeling hollow. Elle had made it clear she wanted to be left alone. It was a crushing blow, but one he had to accept.

Spencer had tried to reach out to her, but his calls went unanswered. The few messages he received were brief.

"I'm sorry I left"

"Moving to California. Take care." It was a simple statement, but it carried a finality that crushed him.

He missed the late-night talks in her apartment, the way they would fall asleep in each other's arms after a long day. Whether it was in her cozy bedroom or a hotel room in the middle of nowhere, their time together in the last few months had become a refuge from the darkness they faced daily.

He missed the small, everyday moments too-the way she teased him about his encyclopedic knowledge, the way she always seemed to know when he needed someone to talk to. She had been his confidante, his friend, and... his lover.

She had left abruptly, giving Spencer no chance to say a proper goodbye or to try to persuade her to stay. She didn't even give him the opportunity to talk to her, and he couldn't help but wonder if she might have listened. Maybe she would have stayed if he had asked, though he hated to think of it as a selfish hope.

At the very least, he wanted the chance to say goodbye, to let her know how much she meant to him before she vanished from his life.

But it was too late for that now. All he could do was hope that, wherever she was, she was happy. And maybe, just maybe, she missed him too.

At night, it was the intimacy he missed most of all. He missed the feel of her body against his, the way they fit together perfectly in the dark. He missed her touch, the way her fingers would trace patterns on his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He missed the way she would kiss him-deep and slow-making him forget everything else. The sex had always been incredible; he had never experienced anything like it. He missed the sound of her moans, the way she would gasp his name as they moved together, lost in their own world.