Inside A Lover's Mind (Criminal Minds Fanfic)

Let Me Explain

"What do you mean?" I asked, hopping out of bed.

"Well, we're waiting out in front of your apartment and you're not answering," Derek replied.

"I'm at Spencer's," I replied without thinking.

I looked at Spencer, who's eyes widened.

"You are?" Garcia asked.

"Y-yeah! He's um," I scrambled up something, "making me breakfast."

Spencer threw on pants and a shirt and ran into the kitchen. I threw on an outfit I brought: black skinny jeans and a Nirvana shirt.

"Oh really? What is he making?" Garcia asked with a suspicious tone.

I ran into the kitchen to see Spencer making eggs Benedict. He was hurrying. The sauce had been a package and the eggs were almost done already.

"Eggs Benedict," I replied, trying to hide the tone of confusion in my voice.

"Does he mind if we come over?" Derek asked.

I grabbed Fang and looked at Spencer.

'Can they come?' I mouthed.

He nodded.

"He said sure!" I exclaimed.

"Alright. We're coming. See you soon," Garcia said sweetly.

I heard a clicked, knowing the hung up. I fell into the kitchen chair.

"Oh my," I said, out of breath.

Spencer laughed. I stood up and got plates, setting the table. I heard knocking on the door. I almost jumped, but I shook it off. I walked to the door to see Garcia and Derek. Garcia hugged me right away.

"I missed you!" she exclaimed.

"It's been two days," I laughed.

We all sat and ate. After eating, Garcia and Derek decided to leave.

"We have to pick up stuff for the baby shower!" Garcia squealed.

"Let me know if you need help with anything," I smiled.

"Of course!" she laughed.

I have them hugs and Garcia looked at Spencer and I oddly. Her eyebrows raised suspiciously. She shook it off, blowing me a kiss and walking out the door. Spencer and I watched them walk away. When they were gone, I grabbed the dishes and started to wash them. Spencer came up behind me and kissed my neck.

"I have to do the dishes, Spence," I sighed.

"You can do them later," he suggested, grabbing my waist.

"No!" I giggled, "I have to do them now so we can watch movies."

He put his chin between my shoulder and neck. He hummed Beethoven's Ninth Symphony in my ear as I washed the dishes and put them on the drying rack. When I was finished, I turned around and leaned against the counter so I was facing Spencer.

"You're too cute," I smiled.

"Oh, um... thanks," he blushed, suddenly getting awkward.

I went onto my toes to press my lips to his. We stood together, our bodies and lips close for a few minutes. Everything felt right, Spencer and I. I hadn't felt that happy in years; almost never. We broke apart and he walked me to the couch. I cuddled into Spencer, my head on his shoulder. We put on some TV, just sitting there. We were one, then and there.

We were one.