Addicted to You

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Attici was sitting on the floor of her living room (most of her apartment was unpacked but she had yet to build the furniture), with her computer in front of her watching Netflix. It was freezing, so she was wearing an over-sized hoodie with her long dark waves tied up in a messy bun and some pajama shorts. She took another small rip off her bong and watched the smoke blow out her kitchen window. (In hindsight, having the window open is probably why it was so damn cold). It was around 8:30 PM and all the lights were off in her apartment, she heard a knock and got up to answer the door. She turned on the light, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, trying her best not to look high. She pulled open the door, "Hi", it was Spencer.

"Hey. Where the hell have you been for the past 3 days?"

"On a case"

"Case?", she furrowed her brows as she motioned for him to come in.

"Oh, right. Sorry, I um work for the BAU or--the FBI, so I'm often away working on cases", he explained as he looked around the room. His eyes landed on the bong and he furrowed his brows, "Sorry--I wasn't really expecting you so I'm kinda high right now", Attici giggled.

"Uh--no th-that's fine. What are all the piles of wood everywhere?", he turned even more confused now.

"Oh, that's my furniture", he still looked confused, "I took it all apart when I moved out, packed it in those boxes, and now I have to reassemble all of it", she explained as she closed the window and took off her hoodie. Her shirt lifted up a little but Spencer pretended not to notice. His eyebrows raised as her now bare arms revealed her sleeves of tattoos, "You like 'em?", she smiled.

"Y-yeah, do they all mean something?"

"Uh..no, not really", she shrugged and smiled, "So, tell me more about you Doc."

"Well, I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20,000 words per minute, and I have 3 PhD's", he leaned against the kitchen counter across from her.

"Wow, ok. I guess that makes me pretty fucking underwhelming", she laughed, "Ok, well I'm a Marine but when I'm on rotation like now, I'm a tattoo artist. As you could probably see, but I also waitress. I used to live in Arlington but I fucking hated it there so I moved here. Am I rambling? I feel like I'm rambling."

"You are a little bit. But it's ok, I'm actually quite the rambler myself, it drives the rest of my team absolutely insane. Although I'd like to think that my rambles are often quite helpful, I mean that's how we solve a lot of our cases", he looked up at her and she was smiling, "I'm doing it now, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but it's cute", Attici giggled as Spencer blushed, "Ya know since I've got you here, can you help me unpack some stuff?"

"U-um, uh---yeah", he was clearly still flustered from the 'cute' comment.

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They had unpacked all of the boxes in the kitchen and were now unpacking the boxes in Attici's bedroom. Spencer went to cut the tape open on a box, "Uh--maybe don't open that one", she turned a bright shade of pink as Spencer smirked, "Please", she laughed a little under her breath.

"Ok....?", he said, confused still smiling a little.

They finished unpacking, Attici thanked him and insisted he go to bed, noting the dark circles around his eyes. Spencer tried to explain that he always looked like that and, they playfully argued for a little before he yawned and she convinced him to go to sleep finally.