So as many of my regular readers can tell, I've had major writers block. Nothing has seemed to inspire me. So I've been focusing on my riding; I figured something good would eventually come to me. Well, last night it did. After re-watching last week's episode (First time around I was terrified Spencer was leaving the show D:) and doing some thinking, I came up with this. Hope you enjoy.
Spencer sat at alone in the bullpen, his feet propped up on his desk. Everyone had left at the little party, but he remained. For some reason, he just didn't feel like being in his empty house. Maybe he should take Emily's advice and get a pet; Sergio seemed to make her happy. Maybe he just needed someone to keep him company.
Shaking his head, he cleared his thoughts and turned back to the giant scrap book that sat in his lap, courtesy of JJ. He grinned as he turned the page, finding a picture of Henry with cake smeared all over himself, a very messy Will standing behind him, picking clumps from the boys hair. The next picture was one of himself and Henry at the Dinosaur museum downtown. He chuckled, picking up the giant coffee mug Hotch and Jack had bought him.
Spencer normally didn't enjoy getting gifts; people would bug him about what he wanted, and he had no desire to try to figure it out. But his team had hit it on the head, they all knew him well enough to know exactly what to get him. To some people, that might have been alarming, but they were his family.
"Mmm," He grinned as he took a sip of the coffee. He had no idea where Rossi had bought it, but it sure was good. His gaze finally landed on the IPod Morgan had bought him. Grinning, he remembered their conversation just hours before.
"Thanks, but you know I don't listen to a lot of music."
"Well you should. Helps clear your mind. I've downloaded like 500 songs on there. You should be able to find a few you like. I considered putting a few of my speeches on there for you," he smirked.
"What a shame," Spencer laughed, rolling his eyes. "I was so looking forward to that."
"Let me know if you ever need anything kid. But then again, I guess you aren't a kid anymore."
"Ok, ok- Before you two start kissing, can we please get back to opening gifts?" Garcia pretended to gag.
Spencer chuckled, looking at the different pairs of Socks Garcia had bought him. All were mismatched, different colors and designs. He had dreaded his birthday, but he had actually enjoyed himself this year. The only thing that bugged him was Emily.
She had been at the party, but seemed distance, which puzzled him. He had felt like things were getting better between them, that maybe they could be more than friends. But just a few hours ago, she had been there, no gift, hardly any words. Just a "Happy birthday" and a hug.
With a sigh he closed the scrap book, letting his feet drop to the floor. He was about to get up when a hand landed on his shoulder. He jumped and jerked away, his hand dropping to his gun.
"Hey, easy!" Emily held up her hands in surrender, backing away, looking just as startled.
"Geez, you scared me!"
"Sorry," She said, laughing. "I didn't realize you weren't paying attention. What if I was a killer coming to get you?" She cocked an eyebrow, propping herself against his desk.
"Well, one of us would be dead. And I guess that would be decided on how quick I could pull my gun out."
"Fair enough," she smiled.
"So what brings you back here?" Spencer asked, putting the scrap book in his bag, along with the bag of socks, coffee, and his IPod.
"Well, I went by your house but you weren't home. So I figured you would be up here."
"Stalking me now?" A smile played at his lips.
"Maybe a little," she teased. "Anyway, I had no idea what to get you for your birthday. Jayje and PG tried to help me pick something out, but nothing seemed to fit. But I finally found something, if you want it."
"You don't have to."
"Oh please," she rolled her eyes, grabbing his arm. "Come on," She dragged him towards the elevator.
"Alright," he smiled, following her after grabbing his bag.
The ride in the elevator was fairly quiet, hardly an words exchanged between the two. If it was anyone else, it might have been awkward, but for some reason things just felt right with Spencer.
'I am losing my mind,' he thought, running a hand over the nape of his neck.
"Ok, It's on the back seat of my car."
"Where have we heard that beforeā¦"
"Oh, shut up," Emily punched him in the shoulder.
"Just stating the facts. Are you sure you aren't trying to kidnap me?" He teased.
"Totally Reid. I am going to kidnap you then mummify you can I can have you to myself for forever."
"Sounds like you put some thought into that," he laughed.
"You deserve a smack upside the head, not a gift," she teased back.
"Probably," he chuckled.
"Well, here you go." She opened the door. A flash of brown, then Reid found himself on the ground, laughing. The puppy's stubby tail fanned the air, flopped ears bouncing as he wiggled. Big brown eyes were surrounded by wrinkles.
"Wow Emily," He smiled, scratching the puppy's head. He was mostly brown, but his two front feet had white socks on them. His ears and muzzle where black, hinted with a few white spots.
"He is a boxer. They are great dogs, so I've heard. I figured you could use someone to keep you company once in a while. If you don't like him, I can keep him."
"No, I love him. What's his name?"
"Jasper," she smiled, leaning against the car, watching them.
"Thanks Em," He looked up at her, grinning.
"No problem." She helped him to his feet, grabbing the wiggling puppy from the ground. "All his stuff is in the back. Collar, bowls, leashes. All that good stuff," Emily said as she sat the puppy back inside the car. When she turned around, Spencer was a lot closer than he was before, a sly smile playing at his lips. "What are you up too?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes," she smiled.
"Well then maybe I should just tell you."
"Maybe you should."
"I'm manning up," he said before bending down to capture her lips in a kiss.
There is going to be a chapter 2! Maybe even 3. Just to wrap things up. Chapter 2 coming soon! Hope you enjoyed.
