You guys wanted it so here it is! Part two! Before we get started, there is no Henry, I forget about him and had no way of working him in, so yeah.


It was hard keeping her mind on the case after what had been said between her and Spence, but she managed.

"Hey Garcia."

It helped that he seemed off his game as well, so she didn't feel like one of those women who can't focus around the object of their affection; she was a professional and refused to act like anything other.

"Bad news buttercup."

"Great, what is it?" She sighed.

"No pay-off on the social networking sites, and this Erica Sliverman person does not a bread crumb-like trail. Aside from a couple of on-line purchases and some automatic debts, she hasn't used her credit card all week."

That being said, however, she couldn't help herself when she heard Spence behind her coming down the steps. She looked over her shoulder and completely lost her train of thought when he sent her a heated look followed by a wink. Fighting to catch her breath and hoping Penelope wouldn't notice on the other line, she watched, head tilted slightly to the side for a proper look at his ass, as he walked towards the garage. Yum.

"Alright, thanks."

She hung up the phone as she exited the door leading into the garage in time to see him pull a hankerchief from his pocket, the garage door opening. "Hey, so, Garcia couldn't find anything about Ercia Sliverman's whereabouts over the past week. No stores, no restuarants, nothing."

"There may actually be another way to figure out where she's been." He answered, using the white cloth to open Erica Sliverman's car door. "Do we know where the other victims' cars are?" He asked, lowering himself into the driver seat.

"As far as I know, they're in impound."

"I'll need acess to all four of them." He said, his attention focused on the GPS system in the car.

"Four?" There were only three victims.

"We should also get Grant Franklin's car. He may have driven Erica somewhere where she met the unsub."

She nodded, turning to leave and ready to get acess to the cars, when he called her back.

"Hey, is it bad that I want to beat this unsub with my cane?" Spencer inquired casually.

"Why?"

"Because instead of working this case...you and I could be at home." He finished, as if commenting on the weather, looking at her from the driver's seat, sitting sideways, his long legs parted slightly, careful to keep too much weight off his knee.

JJ peeked back into the house, not seeing any of their co-workers and softly closed the door, making her way down the short steps and walking over to him. He watched her, his cane leaning against the side of the car and smiling shyly when she stopped in front of him, smirking down at him. "And what would we be doing, Dr. Reid?"

His shy smile turned suggestive, snaking an arm around her waist and drawing her between his legs, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. "Well, something along the lines of this," he said softly, leaning up to kiss her. She didn't resist, one hand coming up to cup his cheek and deepening the kiss. His lips left hers to move his way down her neck and she moaned lightly. "This is so unprofesional," she breathed and felt his smile against her neck.

"I like unprofessional."

Just as things were really getting good, her phone rang and she simultaneously cursed and thanked whoever was on the other line. When she heard Derek's voice wondering where they were, she snapped back to the present and backed away from Spencer. He understood and grabbed his cane, standing carefully, following her back into the house, unable to resist slapping her ass, her squeak of surprise drawing Rossi's attention as he came down the stairs from the second floor.

He arched an eyebrow at Spencer's smirk and JJ's blush.

"Real nice, Reid."

"I don't know what you're talking back," Spencer said, limping past JJ, his smile saying otherwise and Rossi smirked.

"Uh-huh."

The older agent waited until Spencer was out of the room and turned to the blonde agent. "Fooling around at a crime scene. My respect for you just shot through the roof."

"Shut up, Dave," she ordered, her cheeks still pink and walked away.

God she couldn't wait until this case was over.


After getting smirks and looks from Rossi all day, JJ was extremely happy to touch down back at Quantico. Well, one of the reasons she was extremely happy, anyway. She was dying to go home with Spence, but knew she needed to talk to Will and end things. She had do this right, otherwise she and Spence would never work out right, not with the fact that she cheated on Will hanging over their heads. Instead, she waited until everyone had exited the plane before turning to Spencer, who was watchiing her.

"You ok?" He asked softly and she nodded, brushing her fingertips across his cheek, smiling when he leaned into her touch.

"Yeah, just tired, and this night is nowhere near over."

His eyes lit up and a wicked smile made its way onto his lips and she couldn't help the giggle or the blush.

Who knew Spencer really was a flirt after all?

"unfortunately, Spence, not like that. Not yet, at least." She said, her smile fadiing at the thought of how Will was going to react.

Spencer nodded in understanding, standing up and hobbling it way towards the exit, reaching out for JJ's hand. She took it and steadied him as they made their way down the stairs and to the ground. Making sure they had all their bags, they made their way towards the others.

"Hey, Pretty boy, you need a ride or is JJ taking you back?" Morgan asked, his bag already in the car. Emily had already left, anxious to check on Hotch and Jack. Rossi was gone as well, probably to work some more on his book.

Spencer looked at JJ, who nodded. "I'll call you later ok?" She murmured so Morgan couldn't hear and he nodded, hugging her tight for as long as he dare. Morgan said nothing, knowing it had been a hard few days, and everyone knew JJ and Reid were closer than most.


Spencer was up reading in bed (his leg was slightly throbbing and he refused to take any more medication) when he heard the soft knock on his door of someone who wasn't sure if he was awake or asleep. He got up as quick as he could, making his way to the door. His heart leapt in his throat when he saw who was on the other side and quickly opened the door, stepping aisde so JJ could enter.

"Hey," she greeted, her voice thick with tears and emotions, her beautiful features stained with tears and he wondered if this was how she looked at Haley's funeral, her blue eyes red-rimmed and the tear tracks on her cheeks. He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind and set his cane aside, taking her into his arms, knowing that the only reason she would show up at his apartment past two in the morning was because she no longer had a boyfriend.

She didn't cry, just held him as tight as he held her, rubbing her cheek against his bare chest, her warm breath sending tingles up and down his spine and he hoped his bad leg wouldn't give out on him.

"Can I stay with you?" came her request, sounding like a small child who desperatly needed protection and company, chosing him to be that for her.

"You can stay for as long as you like," he whispered in her ear, his own voice deep and hoarse with sleep. He kissed her temple and felt her smile against his skin.

"Careful, Spence, I might take you up on that." She teased, leaning back enough so she could see his face.

"You can take me anytime, any place," he teased right back, his smile slow and lazy and she was sure her heart would escape from her chest. There was no way the others would believe some of the things Spence said when it was just the two of them.

He lead to his bedroom, giving her a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. She changed in the bathroom and when she went back into the room, he was already in bed, waiting for her. She settled in next to him, making sure to steer clear of his bad leg and laid her head on his chest.

This was home.


Done! For real this time.