I lay there a while longer. The sun had just risen so we had time until we really had to get up. Spencer was curled round me, arm wrapped around my waist, breathing softly against my shoulder – he was warm and comfortable and I was content to lie there until he woke up, but I couldn't. I knew he'd be mortified if he woke up to this and I'd spare him that.
Carefully I drew back the covers and gently pulled away from him. His hand trailed over me as I moved from his side and a quiet, saddened moan left his lips. Looking back over my shoulder, I reassured myself he was still asleep – which he was – and stood up. He lay with his arm stretched across the bed, his curly hair tousled and sticking out at every angle; despite the fact that the top he was wearing was the correct size, it still hung off his bony body. He was adorable in every way, not that I'd ever say that. I pulled the covers back over his slight frame and left to get changed.
After digging out a set of clothes from my go bag – and praying to God I wouldn't need to leave on a case too soon – I went to the bathroom to get changed. I'd stripped, pulled on my underwear, socks and trousers and was about to pull on my top when the door opened. I shrieked. Spencer jumped and started to say how sorry he was when I slammed the door.
"Sorry" I called through the door.
"I'm sorry – I had no idea you were in there"
"D-don't worry about it" I had flushed red, pulling on my top as quickly as humanly possible before hesitantly opening the door. Spencer stood with an apologetic look on his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose between two of his fingers, blood running from his nostril "Oh my gosh! Did I hit you with the door?"
"Um, yeah, just a bit"
"I'm sorry! Oh crap, let me see" He took his hand away and I cringed, "Oh crap, I'm sorry!" there was a small cut across the bridge of his nose and blood running down towards his lips, "Crap" I rushed back into the toilet and tore off some toilet roll, folding it into a square, turning back to him I tiptoed and wiped most of the blood away, "Here, take this" Spencer took the bloodied toilet roll and held it to his nose. I cringed, "I'm sorry"
He shook his head, "No, it was my fault"
"Well, maybe a little – but I still hit you in the face, with a door!"
He smiled, "Yeah, it- it's fine, Jessica"
"Sorry, I'm going to make breakfast – if that's okay"
"Yeah, yeah go ahead"
"I'll make you some coffee, sorry" I stepped around him, "Sorry"
"Stop saying sorry" he laughed quietly.
"Sorry" I muttered, blushing and quickly leaving.
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We had sat at our desks filling out paperwork almost all morning until we collectively stopped for a coffee break. I picked up my tea and took a sip. Morgan, Rossi and Garcia stood around me; they looked up from their mugs as Spencer walked over. I cringed. Spencer's nose had bruised and was now quite swollen and there was nothing to do to hide it. "Wow, what happened to you, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked, surprised by the injury. I don't think it was possible for me to cringe any more than I already was.
"Um..." Spencer tried not to look at me, staring at the floor. He walked past to get his coffee.
Rossi nudged me, "He was letting you stay over, you were meant to be nice to him" he teased. I blushed furiously.
Garcia looked between us – Spencer tried to hide his face behind his coffee. "What actually happened? Spencer?" when he didn't reply, she turned to me, "Jessica, come on – out with it"
"I, uh, I... well I was... getting changed... and Spencer didn't know I was... there, so he... walked in... and I panicked... and slammed the door in his face" my head had shrunk down between my shoulders as a grimace spread across my face.
"O.M.G." Garcia gasped, hand quickly covering her mouth, her eyes wide.
Rossi's eyebrows had shot up but he wasn't saying anything. Morgan winced, "Ouch man, that- that was pretty bad"
"It was an accident" Reid squeaked.
"And I wasn't trying to hit him" I added quickly.
Morgan shook his head, "It could only happen to you two" he said with a laugh, pointing to us in turn.
I groaned, "I know"
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We were packing up to go home, Spencer and I the only two left around other than Hotch. Morgan had joked about the 'incident' all day, and as a result I'd barely stopped blushing. I was so embarrassed, muttering "I'm sorry" to Spencer every time it was mentioned.
I pulled on my jacket and put my bag over my shoulder and looked over to Spencer, I winced, the bruise on his nose was now dark purple. Crap. He saw me looking at him and smiled, I smile back automatically, trying not to cringe again. We walked to the car side by side, "When we get in, I'll get you some ice to put on that" I said quietly, "It must hurt"
"It's not that bad"
"Not that bad? Have you seen your face?!"
He nodded, "Um yeah"
"I'm sorry" I moaned, sick of hearing myself saying it now.
"It's okay, Jessica"
"But I'm really sorry"
"It's fine, I'll just learn to knock tomorrow morning"
I laughed weakly, "Yeah"
