A/N: **Spoiler alert if you haven't watched the most recent episode** This takes place after 5x20 except with a few adjustments. 1. Assume that Spencer's mom didn't kick Johnny out. 2. Assume that Johnny and Spencer never kissed. That is all, hope you enjoy!

Spencer plopped herself down on the living room sofa looking restless and defeated. Toby had not spoken to her since she bailed Johnny out of jail the other night. As if she and Toby's relationship wasn't already on the rocks, her involvement with "badass" Johnny gave him yet another reason to shut her out. She couldn't help but think that ever since Toby had become a cop, he'd become different – more cynical and judgmental. Spencer was going through a phase herself, one which involved seeking pleasure and rebellion. It was perfectly normal teenage behavior, she convinced herself, a rite of passage for some. All of a sudden she had this desire to defy her parents who had mapped her life out for her before she was conceived, and was anxious about going off to college. That is the only way she could explain that kind of behavior. She chuckled at the thought of her recent exploits. Just a few weeks ago she vandalized university property with Johnny, and then just yesterday acted as an accessory to theft – again, alongside Johnny. The guy, and the defiant person she became when she was around him were obviously just a result of stress. The pristine Spencer Hastings that everyone has grown to know and love – a genius by nature, somewhat of a prude by upbringing. She was in the running for valedictorian, and yet she was contemplating not going to college at all.

Just then, Spencer heard the screen door open and someone walked in from the kitchen. "Hey, how's it goin'?"

Spencer looked up and Johnny and rolled her eyes. "I don't really have time to talk. I'm kind of in the middle of something." She picked up a college application and pretended to be attentively filling it out.

"Okay, you're mad. That's understandable." He trailed off.

"Good, so you can go now." She didn't even bother to look up from the paper in front of her.

"Spencer, I'm really sorry about last night. I'll pay you back as soon as I can—"

"It' not about the money, Johnny," Spencer snapped. "It's about the principle. My reputation with Toby has been tarnished and I'm way off track with my academic plan."

"Okay, if that rent-a-cop thinks any less of you just because he thinks he's the next Harry Callahan, then he's an asshole."

Spencer tried to conceal the smile that instinctively swept across their face. "Easy with the swearing in my parents' house. They're respectable people"

"Are you?" Johnny asked.

Spencer chose to ignore the question. "What are you doing in here, Johnny?"

"Oh right, the mail came. I just thought I'd bring you your package." He handed Spencer a medium sized package.

"It's my prom dress!" Spencer jumped off of the sofa to retrieve it from him.

"Prom? Seriously?" Johnny teased. "Aww are you and Toby in the running for prom king and queen?"

"Um, no." She frowned "not really my thing, but I do respect the tradition." She snatched the package from his hand.

"Screw tradition. Tradition used to say it's okay to own human beings and kill homosexuals."

"And some traditions are harmless, fun even."

"Yeah, well prom is neither of those things, so I stand on my previous objection."

Spencer looked down at her phone. Toby had finally texted her. Johnny peeked over her shoulder to read the text:

We can talk over lunch. I'll be at The Brew around 1:00.

"Ah, the boyfriend speaks." Johnny remarked condescendingly.

"I have go." Spencer moved past him without so much as taking a glance in his direction.

…

Spencer found her boyfriend sitting outside of The Brew.

"Hey," she walked over to him shyly, unsure about what he planned to say.

Toby looked up at her with his nearly transparent soft blue eyes. "I'm sorry for getting so angry last night," he started. "I've just been under so much stress at work. Being the new guy, I'm still trying to figure out the ropes."

"No, I get it. I shouldn't have been out that night with Johnny." Spencer looked down shamefully. "I uh, I'm going to stop talking to him…for the most part. I mean, beside awkward run-ins in the kitchen."

"Good," Toby smiled approvingly. "He's not a good influence on you."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Spencer shrugged off the remark although it seemed unfair that he was blaming Johnny for a decision she chose to make, of her own free-will. She decided to change the subject. "So, my prom dress came in today." She announced enthusiastically.

"That's great."

"It's a classic white and gold dress with subtle sequences. Totally old Hollywood."

"I can't wait to see you in it." Toby greeted her lips with a quick peck and then proceeded to get out of his seat.

"Wait, where are you going? I thought your lunch break was a full hour."

"Not today, I told Tanner I would look over some files."

"And it can't wait until after your 60 minute lunch break?"

"Yeah, I guess it could, but I just—" Toby looked slightly irritated.

"Go," Spencer said understandingly. "It's your first big job like this, so go. You should be there."

"Thank you for understanding. I love you," he kissed her on the cheek. "And I promise I will make it up to tonight." Toby winked.

Spencer forced herself to smile as he ran off. The moment he was gone, she sank into her chair. She was so proud of Toby's recent accomplishments, but it seemed like in the midst of it all he had forgotten who he was and furthermore, who she was to him.

"Spencer Hastings. Fancy seeing you here."

Spencer turned around to see a guy with slightly torn jeans wearing an unbuttoned plaid shirt with a graphic tee shirt underneath. "Johnny, please. Not now." She said, slightly vexed.

"Okay," he sat in silence for no more than 30 seconds. "Is now a good time for you?"

"Seriously?" Spencer stood up from her chair and started to walk off.

Johnny chased after her, "Okay, I get it. You're still angry with me."

"I'm not—I'm not angry with you. It's just, you can't keep showing up in my life trying to persuade me to partake in illegal activities, Johnny. I mean, I've known you for less than a month, and you've already gotten me on the front page for vandalism and nearly arrest for theft. I can't do those things Johnny, I have a life. I have plans for a future, and none of those things involve orange jumpsuits or probation."

"So you think I'm trouble?" Spencer didn't respond but her silence confirmed his suspicion. "You know what I think?" Johnny looked directly into her eyes as he inched his way nearly uncomfortably close to her. "When we were painting that mural, when you peeled off in the getaway van after we had just taken back what rightly belonged to us, you never felt more free and alive." He looked at her with such conviction. "You like the thrill of not conforming to societal rules and the danger of possibly getting caught. You and I, Spencer Hastings, are more alike than you would like to admit to yourself. And that's what scares you." He scanned her eyes for a response, his face so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath hit her flesh as he spoke. "You don't resent me for being a bad influence. No, you resent yourself because you know deep inside that you and I are kindred spirits."

Spencer just stood there, too stunned by his brazen audacity, to say anything. For once, she was completely speechless. Johnny's facial expression suddenly softened. "I'll uh, see you at home." He smiled and then proceeded to exit The Brew, leaving Spencer alone with her thoughts.