One Day.

Disclaimer- Pendergast belongs to Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. However, Halo Spencer belongs to me and he will eventually be in my Harry Potter fic "The Prince of Flame", which I'm still sort of working on… Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The young FBI agent Halo Spencer looked out the side of his sunglasses to the older agent seated beside him. The other agent's hair was white-blonde, contrasting to a completely black suit that was tailored to his too-thin frame. His eyes were silver like a Husky's and his skin was pale to the point of transparency but not sickly in any way. His lips pressed into a disapproving line as he looked down at the case file on the table between them. Halo studied his profile in the half-dark of twilight and thought maybe he was an angel. It took him a moment to remember he'd stopped believing in angels.

Fine then, He decided. He's a sculpture come to life or a god once sent to earth and then forgotten. Whatever, it doesn't matter. Today, he's just my boss.

"What do you make of this Agent Spencer?" He asked in a voice unlike any he'd ever heard outside of movies. His accent was deep and in the buttery tones of the Deep South, he guessed maybe Louisiana, Alabama or one of the other Southern states.

Halo took his eyes off the other agent's face for the first time in maybe thirty minutes to look at the paper under his hands. He'd been looking at the other man so long that he'd forgotten to read the file. "Um…"

Agent Pendergast sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in an exhausted manner. "Maybe, Agent Spencer, you should spend less time studying my appearance and more time studying this case."

"I'm sorry sir." He muttered. . "I just find your appearance fascinating."

He shifted the papers in his hand then put them back in the file. "That is well and good, but we do have work to get done."

"I know sir," He said.

Agent Pendergast took the file in his hand and stood, pushing his chair in. He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked down at Halo from his impressive height.

"Where are you going sir?"

"Back to the hotel room to rest," He told the other man and turned away. "Care to join me?"

Halo got quickly to his feet and followed him.

….

I couldn't explain it, but I was on edge around the young Spencer, who trailed along after me like a lost puppy. I was certain that were he not gifted that I would not be with him on this little assignment. But every few minutes that I looked over at him, I found his eyes on some part of my body. Studying me, watching me. It put me on high alert, but at the same time, I was studying him.

Agent Spencer wasn't very tall, just a little over five and a half feet in height, he's wasn't childlike in his slightness but he was so very slender. As slender as myself, but not near as muscular. His eyes were covered by dark sunglasses and I had yet to glimpse them although I could see their general shape past the curls of his black hair. He wore a simple green T-shirt over his faded jeans and work boots. He walked along at my side, keeping an even pace with my longer strides. Occasionally he stopped to put common street debris in the trash before jogging to my side again, once bumping into me before we reached the hotel.

Even though I knew he was homosexual (I had access to his own files) I had thus pretended I didn't. We were sharing a room; it was FBI policy to keep their agents together at all times. There were two beds and Spencer had pushed his against the far wall the moment we'd arrived. I'd asked him the reason.

"I can't stand not having something to my back when I sleep." He'd said. "I get nightmares and if the room is too open, then the monsters can get to me more easily."

"What if the monsters are in the walls?" I'd challenged him.

Spencer had blanched and then laughed nervously. "I guess I'm in trouble then." Then he'd smiled. "But I'm sure they'll leave me alone with you here."

Now, he sat down and began to pull off his shoes right in front of where I was standing. I stumbled in my attempt to move around him and I hand to put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself. He flinched under my hand and moved away.

"I didn't realize I was in your way sir." He said. "Sorry," He stood, kicked his shoes by the door and took the file from my hand. "I'll just read over this…"

I shrugged, nudging out of my own shoes and going to my small valise to pull out some clothes. I could feel him looking at my back and I turned around. His eyes were looking in the general area of my waist, I couldn't tell where exactly because of his sunglasses, but I assumed he had been looking at my buttocks.

"I'm going to take a shower," I told him and made way to the too small bathroom.

"Okay sir." He said.

"Stop calling me 'sir' Agent Spencer."

….

The case file started to droop and before he realized it, Halo was thinking about Agent Pendergast again. About the paleness of his skin, the restrained power he'd sensed from the man's movements and how he'd always been a sucker for blonde hair.

He could hear the shower running and his mind started to wander to what Pendergast would look like under the spray of hot water. He felt his body give a pleased twitch, but he knew he couldn't indulge in that right now. He had no idea when Pendergast would get out of the shower, and he really didn't want the other man to catch him masturbating. Halo allowed a grin to find its way onto his face.

Well, maybe if Pendergast is the one doing the touching….He shut that thought off before it could get him in any trouble. Halo heard the shower stop and he quickly grabbed the file again, putting his back to the wall as he read. But he still couldn't focus; the words were swimming in and out of his vision, giving him a headache with each passing. The bathroom door opened and he gave a frustrated sigh, hearing the soft tread of Pendergast's feet on the carpet.

"Have you finished reading the file yet Agent Spencer?" Pendergast's smooth voice filled the small room.

"…No…"

"Why is that?"

Halo shifted on the bed, letting the file drop from his hand as he looked at the other man. His hair was still damp, combed back from his face and he wore completely black pajamas that fit him like a second skin. Halo's body gave another little pleased twitch.

Traitor… He thought at his own body. "I can't concentrate," He finally said.

"Why is that?" Agent Pendergast repeated.

Because I want to fuck you, maybe? For starters anyway…He thought, hands holding onto the bed to keep him in place. I wanna throw you down on one of these bed and not let you up until I'm done touching you and done being touched by you….

"I just can't," Halo finally murmured. "I just can't think right now…."

"What kind of man interests you, Spencer?" Pendergast asked suddenly.