Disclaimer: CBS owns all Criminal Minds characters. Hannah is my character.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading the prologue and reading on! This story is challenging and yes, this is the third time I have taken it down and re-posted it. Sorry bout that. Some chapters will be quite short, but others could be quite long. Please keep reading and please review!
Chapter 1
Extreme Aggressor
Spencer woke up before dawn when his girlfriend Hannah stole the blankets off him. She peeked out from beneath them and smiled. Spencer's stomach did that butterfly thing. Her smile always did that to him.
Everyone who met Hannah fell in a kind of love with her smile. Her joyful personality and good looks helped too. Blue eyed, tan, five feet eight inches, and brunette, Hannah looked good in the simplest outfit. Sometimes Spencer didn't understand why or how she fell in love with him.
Hannah tossed the blankets off, then her top. Spencer followed with his own t-shirt. For the next several minutes they kissed, caressed and undressed each other.
Half an hour later, Spencer and Hannah disentangled and lay in each others arms while they caught their breath.
"I love you." They both said at once.
Neither of them ever called jinx when it happened on an 'I love you'.
Well after the sun came up and they should have gotten out of bed, Spencer stepped into the shower while Hannah floated down the stairs of their townhouse and raided the fridge. After ten minutes, Spencer walked into the kitchen dressed for work in a sweater vest Hannah bought him. He sniffed the air and grinned.
Hannah loved to cook. Reid loved that about her. He also loved the fact that she put up with his social ineptitude. In social rituals she always knew when he needed out of a situation or a room. Few people created better escapes from parties than Hannah.
They sat down and ate in silence. No one ever talked once they dug into one of Hannah's meals, not until it all vanished.
Spencer washed the dishes once they finished. As he rinsed, Hannah snaked her arms around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. Hannah alone knew about that spot. He turned and kissed her on the lips, then he kissed her forehead.
She loved that gesture.
They parted ways on the sidewalk in front of their stoop. Hannah glanced back first. Spencer reached the corner before he glanced back, just as Hannah turned and vanished around her corner.
Spencer walked into the townhouse and heard loud rock music in the dining room. He found Hannah at the table with school papers spread across the surface and her ipod hooked into the music port. She looked up and smiled at him as she wrote up a grocery list. The school papers lay untouched.
Hannah taught graduate level literature courses at Georgetown. She aced all her subjects in school, graduated high school at fifteen, loved literature more than any other subject, and earned two Ph.D's in literature.
"What's wrong?" Hannah's smile faded as she sensed his discomfort.
"We're going back into the field. Seattle. Now."
Her face shifted into that intense look she wore while on a role, writing long into the night. Not disappointment, but determination and resolve. Hannah knew what Spencer's work with the FBI in the BAU entailed, and helped him get through the Academy and onto the team. He still didn't know all the details, but he suspected it involved her friendship with Aaron Hotchner that started not long before his graduation.
"Go catch the sonofabitch." Hannah said with a smile as she stood, draped her arms over his shoulders, and kissed him.
Two minutes later, his go bag in hand, Spencer turned around as he opened the front door, crossed the foyer to Hannah, and gave her a tender kiss on the lips.
"I love you, Hannah."
"I love you, Spencer."
They gazed at each other for a few more seconds before Spencer kissed her forehead, then departed.
