My Drug.

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---MY DRUG---

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---MY DRUG---

Spencer


10 days passed since Abigail returned from LA, the death of Ray Chapman bothered the team because he was guilty. There was plenty of evidence in his house pinning the crimes on him, notes and logins. Everything would have put him in prison for life and gotten Gina a pass into a mental institution. 

Abigail assured us that her team took care of Gina, lawyered her up with, in her words, 'An amazing attorney who could get a serial killer acquitted.' The way she said it left my mouth dry, there was passion in her voice, a bit of a glint in her eyes and her pupils dilated ever so slightly. The had a close relationship with him and all I could think about was the well dressed latino man who had brought her extra clothes. I know he denied having a relationship with her but when she told me she said she had sex in La I couldn't think of anyone else. 

He said he wouldn't risk his friendship but Abigail was...Abigail. She was gorgeous far too pretty to be into me. Al Espinoza is what she had called him, and something about him made me feel small. 

I found myself texting Abigails private number more often over the week. She would send me something snarky in the middle of the office as she made her daily printer runs. After a case we were in the office for the first time in six days. Abigail strutted into the office thermos in hand dressed in one of her fitted skirts, with a bright colored lipstick. 

The hours passed with little to no interruption, I was updating and filing papers when Hotch walked past me back to his office, I watched him start up the stairs before turning back the report on my computer. I had two more note pages to digitize before I could get lunch. Then I had to upload all of my photos, that was always a pain because it took a long time for photos to transfer. My phone vibrated on my desk, I quickly picked it up.

Abigail.

I slowly looked around me until I saw Abigail making her way down the stairs from the second floor. She met my eyes, as she stood up, wiggling her black phone in her hand before turning. I stared for a moment, she looked really good in pencil skirts.

My heart raced as I unlocked my phone.

Meet me in the family bathroom by the second storage closet.

I reread the message again, Abigail had made it very clear with me that fooling around at work was off limits. I had agreed but if she had changed her mind...I was not going to complain. Picking a group of images to upload I hit the transfer button since I did not know how long this was going to take. I slowly walked past my colleagues waving at JJ who smiled at me. I turned down the hallway past a few Agents not from my department. The second storage closet was towards the back of the building, maintenance was really the only ones back here most of the time. I reached the door and knocked.

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