Transfer Request

Chapter 9

The Goblet Brewhouse looks like something out of a fantasy. Instead of glasses, drinks are served in challases, chandeliers with fake candles hung from the tall ceilings and bookcases lined the walls. As much as I enjoyed the bar, it is much more Spencer's scene than mine.

I walk into the bar and look over the sea of trivia contestants. Spencer was practically jumping out of his seat to answer whatever question was being asked. I climb into the tall chair next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, he jumps, startled by my presence.

"You came!", he said loudly enough to be heard over the chatter of the room.

"I wanted one of those cool trophies that you have!", I replied. The trophy was different every time, but tonight's was a jeweled crown with a clapper board on the front.

"Who says I'll let you keep it?', he teased.

I flag down a waitress and order drinks for Spencer and I. She returns with a Cosmopolitan for Spencer and a Margarita for me. Spencer rolls his eyes at the drink I chose for him but takes a sip anyways.

Our conversation is interrupted by the announcer starting the next round.

"On to round three! What are the dying words of Charles Foster Kane in Citizen Kane?", he asks into the microphone. Spencer slams his hand on the table so hard he almost knocks our drinks over.

"Rosebud!", he shouts. The announcer puts another tally mark under our team name: The Profilers.

How original, Spencer.

We continued to play, remaining in the lead the entire time. Unsurprisingly, Spencer answered all of the questions. I was merely there for moral support. The game finished and the announcer brought the crown over to our table. Spencer placed it on my head and smiled.

"Congratulations, your majesty", he grinned.

"You did all the work, Spence."

"You look better in the crown than I would. Plus, I have more than enough trophies." I laughed with him as I call the waitress over again. I order a round of shots for the two of us, despite Spencer's groans.

"Shots? You could at least order me something good", he said.

"Pretty please, Spencie?", I bat my eyelashes.

"Fine, but only because the queen asked so politely."

The waitress returns with the shots in small jeweled glasses and I take them from her tray. I hold the glass to my lips and Spencer does the same, downing the shots in unison. I grimace at the burn but mostly keep my composure. Spencer, however, coughs and reaches for my mostly empty water bottle, draining the rest of it. He recovers and turns to me.

"Can we get another round?", he asks sheepishly. I laugh and do just that.

He is more prepared for the second shot, but he still struggles to keep himself from coughing.

Spencer does not drink very often, but I never knew why. Apparently, he has an extremely low tolerance, and after two shots of vodka and a cosmo, he is slurring his words.

"Hey, y/n?", he asks.

"Yeah, Spence?", I reply while looking through my wallet to find enough bills to cover our tab.

"Don't tell anyone this, okay? But.... One time for Halloween I wore a dress."

"Yeah?" He nods.

"Yeah. I wore it the whole night and nobody said anything", he giggled quietly. I look back up at him to find him grinning stupidly.

"Did you like wearing a dress in public?" He paused for a second to consider his answer.

"I'm not sure. I think I just wanted to know what it would be like."

"Well", I put the bills down on the table. "If you ever want to try it again, I'll go shopping with you, okay?" He nods and smiles.

I help him out of his chair and bring him outside, his arm around my shoulder for support despite our height difference.

"I'm going to drive you home, okay?", I ask gently. He nods, clearly tired from the day.

He sits in the passenger seat and fumbles with the seatbelt before finally hearing the click. I close his door and walk around to the driver's side. As we drove, I put the radio on a low volume and at some point, Spencer fell asleep. I pull up outside of his apartment and gently shake him awake.

"You have to wake up, Spence. As much as I'd like you, I can't carry you." He stirs awake with a groan. He gets out of the car and I walk him up to his door. I take his keys and unlock it, but before going in, he envelops me in a hug.

"You're my best friend, Y/n", he says into my hair. "I don't want you to leave." I pull away from him slightly to look into his eyes.

"It's not like I'm going to space", I laugh softly. "I'm still going to work for the FBI. You won't see me every day, but I'll still be around. Violent Crimes and the BAU work together a lot, you know."

"I know... but it won't be the same. I'm going to miss you so much", he gives me one last squeeze before dropping his arms.

"See you Monday, Spence", I smile as he walks into his apartment and closes the door behind him.

I stand on his doorstep for a while, thinking about what he said. I know that things will be different after I transfer. As much as I love the team, I can't stay at the BAU any longer.