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Chapter 2
Chloe sipped her coffee as she opened her front door, she leaned down to get her paper but was startled at the bouquet of red roses that sat on top of it. She picked them both up, and took a deep breath, smelling the flowers. She smiled and walked back into her house, skipping up her stairs and grabbing her phone.
"Good morning." Chloe heard when Spencer answered his phone.
"Hey, you are a fast worker, I must admit." Chloe smiled as she smelled the roses again.
"Really, what did I do?" Spencer laughed.
"I just got the flowers." Chloe said, feeling Tonks come over and paw at her knee.
"Well, I work fast, but I'm just looking at flowers now." Spencer admitted.
"What?" Chloe's smile fell, both visually and audibly.
"Was there a card? Maybe it was delivered to you by mistake." Spencer asked.
"No, not even a company card." Chloe said, standing up and throwing the flowers into her trash.
"I'm guessing than I have some competition." Spencer laughed.
"No, no you don't." Chloe said.
"You ok, I would think flowers were a good thing." Spencer said.
"All depends on who sent them." Chloe sighed, sipping her coffee. "Anyways, I hope I didn't interrupt anything, this call seems pointless now."
"No, it's fine, I'm on my way to interview someone at Maryland's Correctional Adjustment Center." Spencer shrugged. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah, it's kind of a third or forth date topic." Chloe said, trying to fake a happier voice.
"Ok, well I'm probably not going to be able to answer my phone for a while." Spencer said.
"Don't worry, I have a full day." Chloe said. "Can you pick me up at Potomac hospital tonight?"
"Of course, see you then." Spencer said.
Chloe hung up her phone and looked down at the kitten in her lap. "Well, I feel stupid." She said, picking up the kitten and her coffee and walking to her room. She set the kitten on her bed, and turned towards her closet.
Chloe quickly changed into a pair of tweed pants and a red silk blouse, and went back to her kitchen. She set her dishes in the sink before grabbing her messenger bag and rushing out of her place. She ran down the street, barely catching her bus.
"Over slept?" A blonde haired man, Shannon, laughed as Chloe took a seat next to him.
"Late night." Chloe sighed.
"Speaking of last night, I'm sorry I missed your show." Shannon said. "Alex has a really bad cold and I had to play nurse for him."
"Well, I'm kind of glad you missed, I kind of had an impromptu date afterwards." Chloe smiled, taking the life section of the news paper from her friend.
"Oh, do tell." Shannon grinned, setting down the paper he was reading.
"Remember that guy I bumped into a few weeks ago?" Chloe said casually.
"The one you spilt coffee on, of course, Mr. F-B-I." Shannon said, placing extra emphasis on each letter. "Didn't he blow you off?"
"I thought so, but he showed up last night. We had dinner." Chloe said, knowing she was teasing her friend.
"How'd it go?" Shannon said, poking Chloe's arm.
"It went great, ended up being told to leave so they could close." Chloe smirked. "He asked me out again for tonight."
"And?" Shannon prompted.
"He's going to pick me up at seven." Chloe said.
"Aww, good for you." Shannon said.
"It was kind of cute." Chloe blushed. "He walked me home, and then quoted Shakespeare as I went to go inside."
"Really?" Shannon asked, brows furrowed.
"Yeah. I did that whole kiss the cheek, good night sweet prince thing, and he finished the line." Chloe smiled.
"You and your plays." Shannon said, playfully rolling his eyes as the bus rolled to a stop in front of the hospital. "Have fun in the loony bin." Shannon said as he got off the bus.
"Have fun fighting for air in the pit." Chloe called, heading towards the front entrance of the hospital, Shannon walking around to the back.
Chloe went through the rounds of the day, before being pulled in to help on a group art therapy session. She ended up having to remove a patient from the room, taking her to her own room to calm down. As soon as she went to leave, the patient started talking, slowly, calmly.
Chloe had spent over an hour with the patient before going off in search of her doctor. "Dr. Hahn." Chloe said, approaching her direct supervisor and the patient's assign doctor. "Can I talk to you about the patient in seven?"
"Mrs. Anderson, why?" The older doctor said, taking the chart from Chloe.
"This is her fifth 72 hour in the past year, and it says every time at discharge that while she isn't an imminent harm to herself that her compliance to a drug regiment is low. That she says her drugs kill her soul." Chloe started.
"I need a point." Dr. Hahn said, looking down his nose at the file.
"She's been on the same drug since she was diagnosed, but she might respond better to a newer drug, like Zyprexa or Geodon, then she has been to the Thorazine." Chloe suggested, bitting the inside of her cheek. "The newer drugs have seen higher compliance rates in studies."
"I'll call her husband and have him come in. I'll let you know when he comes in and we can all talk." Dr. Hahn said, nodding.
"We?" Chloe said, having never been included on a consult with a patient's family.
"Yes, it seems like you know both the literature and the patient well enough to be involved." Dr. Hahn smiled. "Now, the ER needs a consult, but I have a group session, and I think you have earned the chance. I'll be down in an hour to hear your reasons and sign off."
"Ok, will do." Chloe nodded before heading out of the ward.
Chloe whistled on the elevator to the bottom floor. She was calm until she saw the doctors and nurses working on a man in front of the elevator. She ran out but kept her hand against the door, holding it open until everyone was inside. She shook her head and slipped her hands into the pockets of her short white coat, walking towards the front desk.
"Hey, pit boy." Chloe smiled at her friend.
"Hey, loony girl, you must be here for our t-p girl." Shannon smiled, handing her a metal clipboard with a chart on it.
"Depends, is she the only psych consult you called for?" Chloe said, thumbing through the file.
"Yep, even I can tell it's pica, but that is not a medical call hence you are called." Shannon shrugged.
"Is she going to need surgery?" Chloe asked, grabbing a pen from the desk, and looking up at her surgical intern friend.
"Yeah, but she's not emergent so take your time." Shannon smiled. "Curtain 3."
Chloe sighed and nodded. She walked into the closed off curtain and smiled, but was shocked by what she saw. The patient was almost child-like, not able to hold even a short conversation. After a half an hour Chloe walked back to find Shannon.
"Miss curtain 3 is a frequent flyer, isn't she?" Chloe asked her friend.
"Yeah, saw her a few weeks ago when her roommate found her asleep for over 16 hours. Why?" Shannon shrugged.
"Well, she has a history of a lot of STIs, comes in a few times every sixth months or so. Is her roommate here?" Chloe asked, biting her bottom lip.
"Nope, why?" Shannon asked.
"I think her pica might be secondary to something else. Her IQ is average so mental disability is ruled out. Did you run a pregnancy test?" Chloe asked.
"Of course, standard practice in abdominal pain cases. Blood and urine both negative." Shannon shrugged.
"Are you our consult?" A female doctor asked as she approached both Shannon and Chloe.
"Yes, I'm an intern in psych." Chloe nodded. "Is her spaciness common?"
"It is today." The doctor sighed. "Why?"
"Her chart lists a past of hyper-somnolence, apathy, spaciness, and even hyper-sexuality." Chloe listed. "Pica is only mentioned now."
"What do you think?" The doctor asked.
"It's a long shot, but Kleine-Levin Syndrome." Chloe sighed.
"It would fit." The doctor nodded, taking the chart from Chloe. "I'll call neuro while she's still down here."
"Neuro?" A surprised voice said from behind Chloe. "Since when do we pass to neuro?" Dr. Hahn laughed as he stepped into the group.
"You have a good intern here, saw KLS where everyone else saw crazy." The female doctor asked, handing him the file.
"Don't we have a saying about horses and zebras?" Dr. Hahn muttered.
"She's not pregnant and has an average IQ, it's even rarer to see pica in a completely normal adult." Chloe defended.
"Catatonic Schizophrenia can explain the negative symptoms." Dr. Hahn tried. "Though hyper-sexuality does seem odd. May I talk to her?"
"Curtain 3." The female doctor said, walking over to show Dr. Hahn the spot.
"You are making me look bad, loony." Shannon said, sticking out his tongue before walking away.
Chloe walked over to an empty bed next to the closed off curtain, leaning against the bed. She lost track of time, just waited. She looked up as her advisor stepped out of the curtain along with the other female doctor.
"Ok, so what would you suggest?" Dr. Hahn asked, looking at Chloe.
"Neuro consult. If they agree then they can choose a treatment, if they disagree then after her surgery approach her about out patient therapy to help with the pica." Chloe said.
"I agree." Dr. Hahn said, signing the chart. "Chloe go get some lunch, and be in my office at 1 for the meeting with that patient's family."
"I'll be there." Chloe nodded before walking off, heading up the stairs towards the cafeteria. She ate her lunch quickly before heading back up to the psych ward. She smiled as she entered Dr. Hahn's office, knowing she was early.
"That was a good call today, neuro agreed with you assessment." Dr. Hahn smiled. He went to start saying something else when his desk phone intercom beeped. "Yeah." He said, hitting the respond button.
"Your 1 o'clock is here." A woman responded.
"Be right there." Dr. Hahn said, nodding towards Chloe.
Chloe was able to take the lead in the first half of the meeting, explaining to the husband her idea. Dr. Hahn took control of the second half, talking over the extra details. Chloe noticed how attentive the eight year old son was to the doctor, making her wonder if he actually understood what was going on.
"Um, doctor." Chloe said quickly. "I was wondering if Jacob, here, would be more happy visiting with his mother? I can take him if I'm no longer needed."
"That sounds good to me." The husband nodded.
Chloe stood and held her hand out to Jacob, smiling when he took it. She tried to block his few as they walked through the slightly chaotic main ward and was glad to see that Jacob's mother was just silently writing in her room.
"Mrs. Anderson, your son is here to see you." Chloe said.
"Mommy." Jacob said, taking off and hopping onto his mother's bed. "Read me a story."
Chloe felt her heart tug when the mother patted the bed next to her, letting the boy curl up next to her as she switched her journal for her book. Chloe just leaned against the door jam, just watching the almost normal scene in front of her. She was so relaxed that she almost jumped when Jacob's father tapped her shoulder.
"Jacob, it's time to go." The father barked, not waiting for the mother to even stop talking.
"We only have a page to go in this chapter." The mother said softly.
"We have to go. Jacob, come on." The father restated. Chloe frowned but remained silent as Jacob slowly crawled off the bed and walked to his father.
With Jacob and his father gone Chloe had no choice but to go back to work. The rest of her day was uneventful until about an hour before she left for the day when one of the patients complained of stomach pains. She knew the man was in for making himself sick so she tried just talking to him. She had talked to him for about ten minutes when he threw up on her pants, Chloe was slightly annoyed for a second until she saw the blood. She shouted for a doctor who came in and quickly escorted the man out.
Chloe groaned as she left to get the mandatory shower. She showered quickly before changing into a pair of scrubs. She was tying the sneakers, she kept in her locker for emergencies, when she saw Dr. Hahn approach her.
"How're you doing?" He asked, straddling the bench to sit down.
"Fine, though I'm not to happy about the blood." Chloe sighed as she tied back her hair.
"You've had a good day so far, this shouldn't ruin it. You've really impressed me." Dr. Hahn said softly. "I think you will make a great doctor, and I'd hate for anything to stand in your way." He continued, scooting closer to her and touching her thigh.
"Excuse me?" Chloe said, standing up quickly.
"I can help you go far, but I can't do that unless I receive something in return." Dr. Hahn stood up as well, looking down at the shorter intern. He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek. "Let me know on Monday if you'll accept my offer. For now you have an appointment down in the ER for a few blood tests." Dr. Hahn said before walking off.
Chloe grabbed her bag and slammed her locker, holding back her emotions as she rushed down to the ER on the first floor. Shannon was waiting for her at a curtained off area, frowning.
"You really shouldn't let HIV positive people puke up blood on you." Shannon joked as Chloe sat down on the exam bed.
"I'll make sure to ask next time before they puke." Chloe said flatly as she held out her right arm.
"Uh-oh, what happened?" Shannon asked as he tied a tourniquet around Chloe's upper arm and started feeling for a vein.
"My advisor basically told me I had to sleep with him." Chloe whispered, shutting her eyes tightly as Shannon stuck the needle into her arm.
"What are you going to do? If you switch programs now you won't graduate on time." Shannon asked, watching the blood being drawn.
"I'm not sleeping with him, I'm not cashing in my V card just to get a good grade. But I can't quit this internship, it's too good." Chloe sighed. "He's given me the weekend to think about it. I know I should tell someone at school but they might pull me."
"You'll figure something out." Shannon said as he placed a cotton ball on top of the needle, having Chloe hold it as he pulled the needle out. "Now, I have the ARVs you'll need to take once a day for the next six months, but you'll need to get checked again at three months." Shannon explained as he taped the ball in place.
"Thanks." Chloe said as she took the bottle of pills and put them into her messenger bag. "Am I good to go?"
"Yep, enjoy your date with MR. FBI." Shannon smiled.
"See you Monday." Chloe said hopping off the bed and heading off towards the front entrance. She smiled when she got outside and saw Spencer leaning against his car, waiting.
"Are you ok?" Spencer asked, eyeing her arm.
"Today is one of those long story days." Chloe sighed. "Would you mind stopping by my place?" Chloe asked.
"I can do that. Are you sure you are ok?" Spencer asked.
"I could use a hug." Chloe said. Spencer smiled and pulled Chloe close, leaning down to kiss her softly. Chloe smiled as they parted and then climbed into the passenger seat of Spencer's car.
"Ok, now how about you tell me about your long day?" Spencer said as he slipped behind the wheel.
"Well it started normal, had to remove a patient from a therapy group because she was getting upset. But she calmed down when I got her back to her room. I spent over an hour chatting with her. She's schizophrenic and doesn't like taking her meds, she says they kill her soul. So I approached her doctor about changing to one of the newer drugs. And then I got to do my first solo consult and everyone thought pica, but I thought it was pica secondary to Kleine-Levin Syndrome. My advisor thought it was too out there but then he interviewed her and agreed with me. I thought that it was going to be a good day." Chloe started.
"That does sound like a pretty good start to a day." Spencer nodded.
"I was invited into the meeting between Dr. Hahn, my advisor, and the schizophrenic's husband and I explained my reasoning. But when Dr. Hahn started talking the husband's son looked so interested that I thought he was actually trying to listen so he could make sure his mother stayed on track. So I took him out, so the grown ups could talk and he could spend time with his mother. It was so sweet, they just sat together and she read to him." Chloe sighed.
"That sounds nice." Spencer sighed.
"It really was. But then the stupid father basically ripped the son away from her. She was almost to the end of the chapter but he refused to stay a minute longer. I felt really bad for both of them." Chloe took a deep breath. "And then everything was fine until a hypochondriac puked up blood on me. So, hospital protocol required me to toss out my clothes, shower, and get tested for HIV. I am now on ARVs for the next six months."
"Was he HIV positive?" Spencer asked.
"Yep." Chloe groaned as Spencer pulled into a parallel parking spot in front of Chloe's brownstone. "Even though I don't have any open wounds I still have to go through it all."
"Statistically the threat of contracting it then are minimal." Spencer said.
"Yep, but sadly that isn't the worst part of my day." Chloe sighed as she slipped out of the car and fished her keys out of her bag. "What's that?" Chloe asked, staring at a open topped box that sat on top of her stoop, a bag covering it.
"You'll have to see." Spencer smiled.
Chloe rushed up her stairs and scooped up the package before grabbing her mail. She opened the door and ran up her stairs, setting the box down in her kitchen.
"Who's this?" Spencer asked as Chloe untied the top of the bag.
"Hmm?" Chloe turned around and giggled. Spencer had picked up Tonks, who was now on his shoulder batting at his ear. "Well, this is my kitten, Tonks." Chloe said, taking Chloe off of Spencer's shoulder.
"Tonks? Like in Harry Potter?" Spencer asked, petting the cat.
"No, she a pure bread tonkinese. I got her from the humane society a few months ago." Chloe smiled. She set the cat down by her food dish before pouring her some dry food. Chloe turned back to the bag. "Aww, how did you know lilies were my favorite?" Chloe asked as she picked up the small vase.
"They were just pretty." Spencer shrugged.
"Oh, and the bear." Chloe picked up the pink bear and hugged it. "Thank you." She walked over and leaned up, kissing Spencer's cheek. "Let me go change and we can head out." Chloe smiled, walking back to her room. "Feel free to grab a soda from the fridge."
"Ok." Spencer called back, taking a seat by Tonks in the living room.
Chloe quickly stripped out of the scrubs, tearing off the bandage on her arm. She changed into her favorite pair of dark wash jeans and a white tee shirt. She grabbed a light blue zip up hoodie, slipping it on and smiling as it clung to her shape perfectly. She walked into her bathroom and touched up her make-up. She brushed out her hair and slipped a hair tie around her wrist and slipped on her black pumas.
"Ok, I'm good." Chloe said as she walked down the hall towards her living room. She smiled when she saw Spencer laying on the floor, Tonks sitting on his chest, meowing at him. "I'm thinking she's a good judge of character." Chloe smiled. Tonks responded by turning and meowing happily at Chloe.
"Actually pets are just highly attuned to how people act. They are more friendly towards people who are at ease around them." Spencer said, holding the kitten close as has he got up. He set Tonks down as soon as he was up, gently patting her head.
"Yes, but if you were tense or upset around a cute little defenseless animal then I might wonder about you." Chloe smiled.
"So, what is worse than a statistically minimal chance of contracting HIV from one of your patients?" Spencer asked as they went to leave.
"My advisor, Dr. Hahn, decided to come chat with me in the locker room after my shower. He put his hand on my thigh and said that I'd make a great doctor, but he'd hate for anything to stand in my way. He then clarified that by saying that he could help me go far, but only if he got something in return." Chloe sighed, locking her front door behind herself.
"That's highly inappropriate." Spencer said, waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
"That's one way to put it." Chloe sighed.
"What did you tell him?" Spencer asked, opening the car door for Chloe.
"Nothing, he says I have until Monday to decide." Chloe shrugged.
"You should go to HR, they should have an intern supervisor. If you file a complaint they can switch your advisor for the last few weeks." Spencer said, slipping into the car behind the steering wheel.
"Really?" Chloe looked shocked.
"Probably, you should call your school first, though." Spencer nodded.
"Well, that makes me feel better." Chloe smiled. "How was your day?"
"Long and disturbing." Spencer sighed. Chloe frowned and leaned over across the bench seat, laying her head on Spencer's shoulder.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it." Spencer smiled to himself and took his hand off the wheel, slipping it under Chloe's hand and interweaving his fingers with her.
"Thanks." Spencer smiled. "Did you ever figure out who sent you those flowers this morning?"
"Yeah, my father." Chloe sighed.
"That's sweet, any occasion?" Spencer asked.
"It's a third date story, but I'll tell you if I get a third date story in return." Chloe said.
"Deal." Spencer nodded.
"My mom was raped one night after work. I am the result of that. My dad, my mom's husband, was very understanding about it and he accepted me just like he did my sister, his actual daughter. My mom knew her attacker, but didn't want to report it. She quit her job and went to work for her father. But my biological father would always send me cards on christmas and my birthday. My mom threw them away, I caught her once and thats when I found out everything. I thought it would stop when I moved out, but it obviously didn't." Chloe shrugged. "It's the only thing I can think of."
"Any reason today though?" Spencer asked, taking in the story.
"Well, tomorrow is my 26th birthday." Chloe shrugged.
"Seriously?" Spencer said. "You didn't tell me that."
"Well, you didn't ask." Chloe smiled. "It's no big deal."
"Yes it is. I should have brought a cake, and a gift." Spencer said, fake pouting.
"I don't need a cake and you already got me flowers and a teddy bear." Chloe giggled, leaning up and kissing the edge of Spencer's chin.
"The flowers were a I-had-a-great-time-last-night-I'm-dying-to-do-it-again thing." Spencer said.
"Fine, then the teddy bear will work." Chloe said.
"I should have still gotten a cake." Spencer sighed as he merged onto the freeway.
"Why does it matter?" Chloe asked.
"Well, my mom was kind of absent minded when I was growing up, she almost always forgot my birthday and I always hated that. I just don't want anyone else to feel forgotten." Spencer said, deciding to leave out his mother's illness for now.
"Aww, you're too sweet, but you can't forget something you never knew about." Chloe smiled.
"I still feel like I should do something." Spencer sighed.
"You're so adorable." Chloe giggled, leaning up and kissing Spencer's cheek. "Oh, I love this song." Chloe said, turning up the radio as the song "Sweet Disposition" by The Temper Trap started playing.
After about an hour Spencer pulled off into a small parking lot outside of a large wooden area. The sun was setting and it was getting dark. Chloe climbed out of the car, hugging herself as she looked around.
"Did you bring flashlights?" Chloe asked, walking around and meeting Spencer by his trunk.
"Of course, one flood light and a large lantern." Spencer said handing Chloe the flood light. He slipped his leather messenger bag over his head, so it sat across his chest. He then grabbed two paper bags and the lantern in one hand and shut his trunk. "Can you grab the cooler from the back seat?"
"Okie dokie." Chloe said as she opened the door to the back seat, grabbing the medium sized cooler.
"Then we're good to go." Spencer smiled, turning on his lantern and held his arm out to Chloe. Chloe smiled and took Spencer's arm.
It took about ten minutes for Spencer to lead them to a large open field. He went to the center of the field and set his stuff down, turning the lantern on and setting it down.
"It's beautiful out here." Chloe commented as she looked up at the twilight sky.
"Yeah, it's one of my favorite places." Spencer said as he pulled out a large blanket and laid it out. "Are you hungry?" He asked as he sat down on the blanket.
"Starved." Chloe exaggerated, taking a seat next to Spencer. "What do you have for me, Chef?"
"Well, I thought fried chicken would be good." He said pulling a Tupperware container out of the cooler. "And then I didn't know what type of soda you liked so I stuck with Sprite." He said handing Chloe a can.
"Always good." Chloe smiled.
"And then I stopped by a deli and got pasta salad and potato wedges." Spencer smiled as he pulled everything out of the bags. "I forgot to grab plates, but I have plenty of napkins and forks."
"It's ok, I'm not germ phobic." Chloe said.
Spencer and Chloe ate steadily, chatting as they did. It was completely dark when they were done and they packed everything up before laying back to look up at the stars.
"You still have yet to tell me your third date story." Chloe said as she curled up against Spencer, laying her head on his chest.
"Well, I'm a recovering Dilaudid addict." Spencer said, taking a deep breath. "Eleven month sober."
"I'll get you a cake when you hit one year." Chloe smiled as she leaned up and kissed Spencer's cheek. She watched the strange expression develop over Spencer's face. "What?"
"Just not the response I would expect." Spencer said.
"Well, freaking out would be unproductive. And you've admitted your problem, obviously gotten help, and are being open with me about it. Those are all really good things to me." Chloe smiled.
"You don't even want to know how it happened?" Spencer asked, biting the inside of his cheek.
"Of course I do, but something like that is really personal and I'm not going to force you to tell me." Chloe said softly.
Spencer took a deep breath before looking back up at the stars. "I was kidnapped by an unsub -an unknown subject- the team and I were after. He suffered from dissociative identity disorder and one of his personalities tortured me, trying to get me to admit my sins. The host personality tried to help me by giving me Dilaudid." Spencer sighed, not looking anywhere but up at the stars.
Chloe said nothing, she didn't know what she could say. She just leaned up and kissed him gently. "Only a really strong person could go through something like that and still go on." Chloe said as her lips left Spencer's.
"You are the first person outside of the team that I've told." Spencer took a deep breath. "You're also the first girl I've dated since."
"Well, then I feel special." Chloe smiled. "And in the spirit of sharing. You are the first guy I've dated."
"I have a hard time believing that." Spencer smiled.
"It's true. In high school I was kind of the invisible girl, during my ungrad I was so concentrated on getting a high GPA that I turned down anyone who offered, and during grad school I never met anyone I felt like dating." Chloe blushed. "After you said you had to work and couldn't meet me I thought it was kind of fate saying that you weren't who I was looking for. And then you just showed up and here we are."
"Well, now I feel special." Spencer laughed.
"What were you like in high school?" Chloe asked.
"I was a twelve-year-old child prodigy in a public high school." Spencer shrugged.
"Ouch, that couldn't have been fun." Chloe said.
"Nope." Spencer shook his head. "Oh, look, it's starting." Spencer smiled, pointing up at the sudden onslaught of what looked to be falling stars.
"I can't believe that we can see it so clearly." Chloe said.
After about an hour of silently watching the shower Spencer turned onto his side and leaned over and kissed Chloe's cheek. Chloe smiled and mimicked Spencer, turning onto her side to face him. She reached over and gently touched the side of Spencer's neck, leaning in to kiss him. Spencer wrapped an arm around Chloe waist, pulling her tighter against him as he deepened the kiss. Chloe brought Spencer with her as she laid back onto her back, Spencer now on top of her. She tangled her fingers in his hair, gasping when she felt his tongue on her lips.
Spencer pulled back, searching Chloe's eyes for a sign that he did something wrong. "Should I stop?"
"No, this is all just new to me." Chloe said before leaning up and recapturing Spencer's lips with hers. Chloe took the lead for a few seconds, trying to pull Spencer out of the light kiss world he was in. She finally got him back to the speed she wanted and was happy when she once again felt his tongue.
Chloe was the next one to pull back, needing air mostly. Spencer rolled off to the side, kissing Chloe's cheek. Chloe turned on her side and smiled brightly, snuggling up to Spencer.
"We should be getting home." Spencer sighed.
"But I like our little world here, it's peaceful." Chloe smiled.
"I know people, when it gets warmer we'll come out and go camping." Spencer smiled.
"Deal." Chloe said.
They both got up, Chloe helping Spencer pack up while also staying close to him. Spencer turned and smiled. "You ok?" Spencer asked.
"I'm not a fan of dark places. I don't even turn all the lights off in my house until I'm safely in my bed." Chloe shrugged.
"Don't worry." Spencer said handing Chloe a flashlight.
"My boy scout." Chloe smiled. She took Spencer's hand and lit their path as they walked back to Spencer's car. She waited until he was done packing his car before she slipped into the front seat.
"Can I ask you a question?" Spencer asked as he started his car.
"You just did." Chloe smiled as she snuggled up next to Spencer. "But ask away."
"What is that schizophrenic like?" Spencer tripped over the words.
"When she is on her meds she's pretty lucid, she is still mildly paranoid, reads a lot and tries to find the messages that are hidden in the writing." Chloe explained. "Why?"
"Something else no one other than the team knows." Spencer said, taking a deep breath. "My mother is schizophrenic, she's in a hospital out in Las Vegas, she always puts up a fight when she takes her meds."
"Has she been on the same meds since she was diagnosed?" Chloe asked.
"It took about a year before they landed on the one she was on now, but she hated them all. It's been over a decade though since the last change." Spencer explained.
"I don't know her case, but it might be worth it to try a few of the newer drugs. They might do that same thing but she might tolerate the side-effects better." Chloe shrugged. "Is that what you were going for, or did I go in an opposite direction?"
"No, it's what I wanted to ask." Spencer nodded.
"Did it bother you? Me talking about another schizophrenic mother?" Chloe asked, wanting to see Spencer smile.
"No, just reminded me of my childhood." Spencer sighed. "My dad left my mom and I when I was 10, after that I was the one who had to make sure my mom ate and took her pills. She was a literary professor so she would always read to me, or I would read to her."
"I bet you were a great son." Chloe smiled.
"I always feel guilty that I put her in that hospital, that I should be the one taking care of her." Spencer sighed. "I write her a letter everyday, hoping to ease the guilt."
"Does she hate you for what you did?" Chloe asked.
"She hates it there, but she says she's proud of me." Spencer sighed.
"Would she lie to you?" Chloe asked, hoping for the answer.
"No, my mom is not the type to lie." Spencer smiled slightly.
"Could you do what you do and take care of your mother like they can at the hospital?" Chloe asked.
"Sadly, no." Spencer's slight smile faded.
"But she is honestly proud of what you do, and you can't make her proud by taking care of her. I would take a well cared for and proud mother, over a disappointed mother I took care of." Chloe defended.
"I do like that she's proud." Spencer slightly smiled again. "But I still feel guilty."
"Of course you do, because you are a good son who can emphasize with others. I'd be a little suspicious if you didn't feel guilty." Chloe smiled, leaning up and kissing Spencer's cheek. "How about I give some of the bio-psych journals I have with reviews of newer schizophrenia drugs? That way you can be informed if you want to call and have your mother's drugs switched."
"That would be great." Spencer smiled.
"Anything to help." Chloe smiled as she snuggled closer to Spencer.
The rest of the car ride was silent, Spencer thinking while Chloe lightly dozed against his side. Chloe groaned when she felt the car jolt to a stop. She embraced the idea of waking up when she felt Spencer kiss her softly.
Spencer didn't leave the car until Chloe was fully awake. He helped her out of the car and walked with her up her stairs, wanting to make sure she didn't fall asleep outside.
"Does my door look different?" Chloe mumble, rubbing her eyes. When she could fully see she just stared at the missing door knob.
"Stay here." Spencer said running to his car and pulling his cell phone out. He dialed 9-1-1 as he got out his gun. "Yeah, this SSA Reid of the FBI, I'm at 103 Holyoke Lane with a suspected B and E." Spencer just watched as Chloe looked between him and the door.
"Are they coming?" Chloe asked, feeling helpless as she stood by the door.
"Yeah." Spencer said as he returned to Chloe's side.
"Oh God, Tonks." Chloe said, hearing a loud, pained meow echo from inside her house.
"No." Spencer said, as Chloe pushed open the door and turned on the lights, running up the stairs. Spencer unholstered his gun and followed Chloe, instinctively pointing his gun at the man that stood in the center of Chloe's living room.
"Who the hell are you?" Chloe spat, anger covering her words.
"It's sad that you don't even know who your own daddy is." The balding middle-aged man said. He was wearing a crisp suit and oozed slimed as he spoke.
"You are not my dad." Chloe said quickly.
"Now, now, you shouldn't speak to me like that, young lady." The man said taking a step towards Chloe.
"Stay where you are." Spencer barked, his gun moving as the man did.
"Now I believe it's the dad that is suppose to shoot the boyfriend." The man spat back, taking out his own gun and aiming it at Chloe. "But this might be more effective."
"I'm with the FBI, if you don't put down that gun I will shoot." Spencer said sternly, trying not to show his nerves.
"Well, if I can't have my baby girl, neither can you." The man smiled, his overly white teeth adding to his slime ball look.
"I have never and will never be yours." Chloe said.
"Police." A voice shouted from the open front door.
"He's armed." Spencer called out, eyes not moving from the man.
Chloe screamed as she heard the man pull the trigger. Spencer dropped his gun and ran in front of Chloe just as the man pulled the trigger again.
Chloe rushed to Spencer's side as the man went to shoot again. Chloe just covered Spencer as she heard two more shots go off. She didn't know what had happened but just held her hand over a wound on Spencer's chest. Chloe sobbed as she watched the blood seep onto her hand.
"Spencer, please, stay with me." Chloe cried.
"No." Spencer tired to cough. "Nar-" He coughed.
"Shh, don't talk." Chloe said. "Just stay with me." Chloe tried as hard as she could to hold the wound, more to feel Spencer breath than to save blood.
Okie, so thanks for sticking with me throughout this long chapters, this one is almost twice as long as all the other chapters so if you don't like long chapters you'll be in luck! But please, REVIEW!
