A/n: Here's the third chapter. Summer and Spencer get a little closer. Nothing really happens between them.
Disclamer: I own nothing but my enjoyably annoying love of our dear Dr Spencer Reid.
Chapter 3 - Home at Last
Summer Raine's POV
The ride to my house was quite quiet. Spencer hardly said anything and I was too into the book I had brought along. My house was in the suburbs of Fredericksburg. When we pulled up, I immediately ran inside to check my kitty. "Summer! Wait!" Spencer called.
"Daphanie!" I called. My cute little calico cat came padding into the foyer. I held my arms open for her to jump into them. But instead of jumping, she walked right by me and ran straight to Spencer. I laughed. "She likes you." I said.
"I see. Did you know cats spend 16 hours a day sleeping. With that in mind, a seven year-old cat has only-"
"Been awake for two years of its life." I finished. He smiled. "Make yourself at home. Umm... You can have my room; I'll sleep on the couch. My guest room is overrun with cat stuff right now." I explained.
"No, I'll sleep on the couch. That way, I can stop anyone if they try to break in." Spencer said. I walked into the kitchen. My table was covered with chemistry work. "You're a chem student?" he asked. "I saw you as more of an art student." I shook my head.
"I'm a chemistry professor a Stafford." I said. His eyes widen in surprise.
"Really? You're only 24 though." he commented.
"I could say that about you, you're only 26. You graduated high school at a young age. You worry about someone close to you often. You have an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory. You're the youngest member on the BAU team, but you're also the smartest." I profiled. I smiled when he realized I have been holding out.
"You know so much about me, but I know very little about you." he countered. "So, what's your story?"
"I grew up in a very poor family. I graduated high school at age 12. I have an IQ of 193 and I also have an eidetic memory. I have a PhD in phycology and chemistry, two very different subjects. My mom was diagnosed with Leukemia on my 9th birthday. My father was diagnosed with schizophrenia a month later, and committed suicide on my 12th birthday. I've been offered a position as a chemistry professor at Syracuse, Berkley, Harvard, and Oxford, but passed them all up to stay here and be closer to my mother. She passed away two months ago." Tears started swelling in my eyes.
"Wow. I'm sorry. If I had known, I would've never asked." he said. I shook my head.
"I'm fine. I just... It's hard, you know. To have absolutely no family anywhere." Spencer came over and rubbed my back. I wiped my tears and smiled. "I'm okay." I went to the fridge and started dinner.
Spencer's POV
Summer was a very good cook. She made us Chicken Primavera. After dinner, we changed and watched TV for a while. She got up around nine o'clock and turned towards me. "Alright. Come on." She said.
"What? Where are we going?" I asked.
"I'm staying downstairs. You're going to bed." Summer said.
"No, you're going upstairs and sleeping in your own bed."
"Spencer, I will pull you off the couch and force you up those stairs." She didn't smile and I could tell she was very serious. I shook my head.
"No. Summer you're going upstairs."
"Fine." I thought she finally agreed, but instead of walking away, she grabbed my wrists and tried pulling me of the couch. Then - bam! She'd gotten me off the couch. Somehow she managed to fall backwards and in return, I fell on her. "Spencer!" she gasped.
"Oh, sorry Summer." I tried getting up, but her hair was caught on my shirt. I got her hair untangled and looked at her. She was so close, but surprisingly, it wasn't awkward. Instinctively, I brought her face to mine and kissed her. She instantly kissed me back. The kiss was soft, sweet and innocent. I pulled away. "I'm sorry. I wasn't-" She held a finger to my lips.
"Stop, don't beat yourself up over it. It was actually enjoyable." She smiled but then looked uncomfortable. "Spence?"
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Can you get off of me?" she asked.
"Oh! Sorry!" I yelled. I stood up and helped her. She walked over to the couch and started pulling off cushions. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Whether you or I sleep on the couch, I have to pull the bed out." She said, struggling with it.
"Here, let me help." Together we pulled out the bed and got it dressed. She flopped on the bed, face first and murmured something I couldn't quite understand. "What?" She picked her head up and looked at me.
"I said I'm tired and that we should go to bed." She crawled up and tucked herself in to the bed. "Now go upstairs and make yourself comfortable." Summer pointed up the stairs. I shook my head and grabbed the other pillow and blanket and lay on the floor next to her. She sighed. "At least lay up here." she said, patting the bed.
"I'm fine down here." I said. She leaned over and frowned.
"Spencer, please. I insist."
"Fine." I said, getting up and lying next to her. An hour later, she had fallen asleep. Snuggling close to me, her head lying on my chest. "Summer?" I said, trying to wake her enough to get her off of me. No such luck. I sighed and turned back to the movie.
