Spencer clutched the strap of his shoulder bag tight as he waited for the elevator to bring him up to his loft. He had just gotten done with a bad case, kids. He hated when there were kids involved. They just got back thirty minutes ago and he came straight home. He needed to distract himself read a book, do something. The elevator dinged as it stopped on his floor. He looked confused when there were boxes all through out the hallway. there was only one other flat on his floor and no one had lived there since Mrs. Williamson had passed away. He tripped trying to get to his door.
" I'm so sorry," He heard a small voice say. He looked around trying to find the source of the voice, that's when a petite women only measuring up to 5'2" tops stepped out from behind the boxes. " I thought I would be done by now but the movers never showed up," She said
"Do you need help," Spencer asked as he already was setting down his bag to help her pick up her boxes. She looked as if she was going to protest but eventually sagged in defeat and let him pick up a box giving him a grateful smile. Her eyes looked tired with the bags under them being deep purple, she looked like she could sleep for a week.
After almost an hour all the unnamed girls boxes were moved into the flats sitting room that when Spencer heard a cry like a small animal of some kind, he looked around but couldn't find the source. That is when he spotted the baby monitor attached to the girls belt.
"I'm sorry I have to go," She said turning to go to the other room, she turned back around when she got to the door. "Thank you, really thank you so much," Then she rushed into what must be a nursery.
Spencer stood there awkwardly for a minute as he heard the cries quite down, He picked up his bag and walked over to his flat. He set his bag down on his arm chair then walked to his kitchen searching threw his basket of coffee, he smiled as he found his chamomile tea that Garcia had chosen for him for Christmas one year, he never drank it. He filled his kettle and set it on the stove, once that was done he made the tea and filled two doctor who mugs that Garcia had also gotten him for Christmas. He added a little honey then brought one over to the mysterious girls flat. He walked in and went to the room he saw her go into. When he walked in he got a good look at her for the first time, She was young probably early twenties like him she had a small face and wavy brown hair that was mostly in a bun on top of her head but quite a bit had fallen out since they were first in the hallway. she wore loose fitting jeans with cuts up and down the legs, she wore a black crop top that fell down her shoulders. Spencer had to tare his eyes away, She was beautiful. her eyes were closed but he couldn't tell if she was asleep or not so he just set down the mug on the side table by the rocking chair and waked out of her flat. He was careful to shut the door gently as he left as to not wake the baby.
Spencer got his mug from the kitchen and went to the living room to sit. He thought, he thought about this women, who she was what was her life, why was she hear and he fell asleep in his armchair thinking of the beautiful not so girl next door.
AN: Just something that popped into my head I have the next chapter figured out in my head but I would love to hear from you guys, were do you want it to go? Let me know! Your opinion matters!