Reader discovers a list Spencer keeps near and dear to his heart.
Warnings: None except a few PG cuss words?
Word count: >1k, short n sweet
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"Ugh, I'm sorry, I'm late! Please don't hate me!" I rushed, pressing a quick kiss to Spencer's lips, skirting the edge of the table to take my seat across from him.
"Hey, don't worry about it," he said against my lips.
We only ever had limited time together when he was home between cases and I hated to waste even a second of it.
"(Y/N), there's nothing you could say or do that would make me love you less." He stated matter of factly.
Like it was the most casual thing in the world. To casually drop into conversation a statement of unconditional love for another person, as if you were talking about the water in front of you being wet.
I leaned forward and rested my arms on the table in front of me.
"What if you went into work tomorrow and I was one of your bad guys? What about then?" I challenged.
He mirrored my position, resting his forearms on the table and interlocking his fingers.
"Last week, you cried about snakes."
"They don't have any arms!"
"When we watched that video of the special needs dog being woken up from a nap, you cried for 20 minutes and signed us up for a monthly subscription for stamps from the ASPCA."
"We really should be writing more letters, the Postal Service is an undervalued asset to this country," I deflected.
He laughed and shook his head, "Yeah, I don't think I have to worry about you becoming a serial killer, (Y/N)."
I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms, determined to find a flaw in his logic. Rolling my tongue in my mouth, I squinted at him.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my attempts to derail his admission.
"I could if I wanted to." I mumbled.
"Hmm?" he asked, taking a sip from his water.
"I could be a bad guy if I wanted to, I bet."
"Says the girl who cries at the drum solo in Africa by Toto,"
"Do you have a list of shit that makes me cry, Spencer? Is that it?" I threw my hands up.
He didn't say anything, instead dropping his gaze and slightly adjusting the angle of the knife next to this plate.
"Oh. My. God. You do!" I whisper-yelled, leaning towards him.
His mouth did that thing where he pushed his lips out when he was trying not to smile but was falling, miserably.
"Let me see it!"
"No! It's just for me. I like it."
"You like it?" You like it when I cry? You freakin' weirdo!"
"Hey, you're cute when you cry."
"Spencer!" I was all but screeching now.
He chuckled and leaned back, digging his phone out of his pocket, navigating through its contents before extending it over the table.
I rose to meet him halfway and snatched the phone from his hand, which he laughed at more than he should have for someone who was apparently so happy to see me sad about things. I stuck my tongue out at him and plopped back down in my seat.
When I looked down at the screen in my hand, my mouth fell open. Sure enough, there was a numbered list of moments and scenarios detailing the justification behind my tears. I skimmed the list, my thumb pushing against the screen to scroll, my jaw continuously getting closer to the floor.
"4. Someone auditioning on a singing show hit a note in 'Creep" by RadioHead really well
7. A dog pulled on its leash to sniff her and say 'hi'
13. The Scientist by Coldplay
29. There was a video of a baby seeing its mother and the baby got excited
33. The pasta she ordered tasted better than she remembered
41. I was nice to her when she woke up
48. A puppy fell asleep on her chest and "it was so new and warm"
Why the hell did he need a list? He had a near perfect memory, why would he have taken the time to type up a running list of my less than stellar moments?
"Spencer..." I pinched the bridge of my nose "Why... why?"
"Because I like making lists and these are some of my favorite moments with you; why would I not want to combine my two favorite things?" he leaned forward, resting against the table again.
"This list makes me look like a sap!" I whined. "And that pasta was damngood."
Shaking my head, I locked his phone and passed it back over the table to him. A small smile formed on his lips.
I arched a brow, silently daring him to laugh at me.
He cleared his throat and spoke quietly, fidgeting with his thumbs. "The list, I uh-I keep with me because it reminds me of you when I'm away." His eyes met mine. "Reminds me of how kind and how sweet you are, reminds me of how I fell in love with you."
I didn't want to cry but my eyes betrayed me. My heart fluttered in my chest as my hand reached across the table to hold one of his. I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes.
He graced me with a full smile as the tears fell on to my face.
"Aw, Spence," I sniffed, swatting at his arm.
He leaned forward and wiped my cheek with his thumb, his hand cupping my face for a moment before sitting back in his chair. His hand rested on the table between us, taking my hand in his again and rubbing it with his thumb.
"Oh," he said, shifting back to grab his phone, "This is sooo going on the list."
