тнe rυѕѕιan doll || spencer reid

FIFTEEN

"And what would it take for you or one of your co-workers to go home with a customer?"

It had been about an hour and a half since Giselle and Spencer's interaction in the Police Department, and they were now in the strip club where Stephanie worked. Hotch decided to stay back to speak with Stephanie's father, but Giselle and Spencer wanted to get a better idea of who Stephanie really was.

The car ride over was calm, but strange. For once, Spencer didn't speak. There was no rambling of statistics or talk of the case. He simply turned on the radio and drove the two of them to the strip club. Giselle found it a little amusing that as soon as they arrived, there were several women that eyed Spencer up and down and he didn't even notice. She also found herself feeling quite protective of him in that moment- wanting to throw her arms around him once more like she did in the police station.

It's just because you're too close to this case, and he has been there for you.

That's what Giselle told herself. But did she truly believe it?

Not really.

"Nothing, I have a boyfriend. "

Spencer scrunched his nose as he looked to the beautiful woman sitting in front of the two of them. She was lean and visibly athletic- every inch of her body toned with muscle. The tight leather tank top she was wearing gave Giselle an eyeful of cleavage- something that she prayed Spencer wouldn't notice. Her dark brown, highlighted hair cascaded down upon her shoulders. Giselle felt slightly intimidated by this woman's sheer confidence- not only in her body, but in her manner of speaking. Giselle didn't usually feel small or belittled simply by another's person's aura, but this woman was different. Was it because Spencer was standing right behind Giselle so she couldn't observe his behavior towards this woman? She didn't know. But as Giselle crossed her arms over her stomach, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious and suffocated by the shirt she was wearing, she tried to focus her mind back on the case.

"Does... does he know you work here?"

Giselle heard Spencer's voice ring from behind her- making her perk up. The woman seemed agitated by this question as she shifted in her seat and sat up straight.

"It's how we met."

She shot Spencer a smug look, observing his entire body.

"He doesn't have a problem with it. Do you?"

Even though Giselle couldn't see Spencer, she knew that he was flushed with embarrassment. She could predict exactly what facial expressions he would be making at that exact moment, which made her chuckle slightly.

"Oh- I- No.. No- not at all."

Spencer awkwardly cleared his throat and accidently tripped over his foot a little bit.

"I'm from Las Vegas- I don't have a problem with it."

Giselle looked over her right shoulder to signal to Spencer that he should wrap it up. He took this cue immediately.

"Uh... these are just questions we have to ask."

Giselle took a deep breath and turned back to the woman.

"We are not judging you, we are just trying to find Stephanie."

Giselle observed the woman, looking for any sign of compliance. Luckily, she took a deep breath and rested her shoulders, signaling that she was bringing her guard down.

"Now..."

Giselle took out a notepad and set it on the table.

"You said you met your boyfriend here, so you have brought home a customer once."