Spencer woke up gradually, to the unfamiliar feeling of another's presence, letting out a contented sigh as recollection of the past forty-eight hours set in. Dory was lying on his left arm, he noted and he hugged her closer against him. Sensing his awakening, she turned into him, laying her left arm across his bare chest and twining her right hand into his hair. Trailing kisses along his jawline, she started at his chin and worked her way up to his left ear where she paused the kisses long enough to whisper,
"Good morning my angel."
He turned his head to face her and captured her lips in an ardent kiss, cupping her chin in his hand. She responded instantly, darting her tongue into his open mouth and causing him to let out an aroused moan. Stifling a giggle, she felt his arousal against her thigh and shifted herself into position.
"Mmm. Again?" she teased.
"You're making me crazy," he complained half-heartedly, pulling her atop him. They made love for the third? Fourth? Fifth? Time in two days, he couldn't remember. Eidetic memory notwithstanding and this thought made him want to laugh, but he checked himself and allowed himself to be lost in the moment.
Afterward, he kissed her tenderly and murmured, "I'm no expert, but this is a really nice way to wake up."
"I could get used to this myself," she replied. "And I think we could be experts in no time at all."
They'd spent the night-the last two nights-huddled together on the carpeted floor of her living room with the mattress and every blanket and quilt she had as a makeshift bed. The gas fireplace gave off the only heat—and not much of it—in the apartment. The power had gone out not long after Spencer had arrived Friday night. Her landline phone was out. And the batteries in both their cellphones had long since died.
She wrapped three quilts tighter around them and they snuggled together for a few minutes before she gave in and had to go to the bathroom, wrapping herself up in one of the quilts for the journey. Spencer shivered with cold but stood up, taking another of the quilts and padded over to the thermostat on the wall. He frowned and made his way to a light switch. Flipping it up and down accomplished nothing.
As Dory returned to the living room, he updated her, "Power's still out."
She nodded. "Hot water's done now too. We're roughing it. It's almost like camping," she said, stepping closer to him. "But without the campfire," she continued, indicating the gas fireplace, a poor substitute for an actual fire.
"Or the marshmallows," he lamented, holding her close. "Dammit, it's cold. Thermostat says it's 40 degrees in here and I dispute that."
"I know how to warm you up," leading him back to their pallet.
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"They wouldn't let us into the building, Hotch. Said it was evacuated on Friday night because of a watermain break," Morgan reported upon his and JJ's return to the office. The unit was sitting at their round table in the conference room, emergency lighting illuminating them with limited power. The building's generator had come on moments after the electricity had gone out, but only for emergency use.
"So do we know if he was there or not?"
"I said they wouldn't let us into the building. But that didn't stop us," Morgan indicated his cohort. "JJ distracted them and I went in anyway. Nothing looked out of place. No sign of a struggle or intruder. His go bag was beside the sofa where he always leaves it. He'd obviously been to the library recently, there was probably ten books on the table next to the sofa. There was one call on the answering machine. Mine, when I called him around nine, to see if he made it home okay. But his stuff was there so he obviously made it home. Must've gone out after."
"It's not like Spence to not call or text you if you left a message, so he probably left before you called," JJ surmised.
"He did say he was going home when he left here Friday night, right?" Rossi inquired, rising from his seat.
Hotch replied. "Yes, I think he said Indian takeout, was that it Garcia?"
Penelope nodded, "He was looking forward to spending the whole weekend holed up with a book. Or books. You know, given how fast he reads. There's a nice Indian place just across the road from his building. And a Starbucks. And so, Tall, Smart and Handsome is set for the weekend."
Rossi circled around the table and came to a stop at the seat usually occupied by Reid at their meetings. "You said they evacuated the building because of the watermain break. Couldn't he just have gone to a hotel or a friend's place for the night?"
"Wouldn't he have called me then? Or maybe JJ?" Morgan asked.
"Spence isn't a hotel kind of person," JJ opined. "But it still doesn't make any sense. Why is his car, which he almost never uses, out in a snowstorm?"
"Sir?" Garcia interjected with a question for Hotch. "Can I use-" indicated her computer with her hand, not knowing whether power conservation would be required or not. He nodded affirmatively before addressing the group.
"At this point, we don't know Reid is actually missing. We have no pending cases right now. And the airport's closed but I think it's pretty safe to say we're all a little worried about him. It's just not like Reid to disappear without a word."
"His credit card was last used to put gas in that car. On Tuesday." Garcia announced. She tapped a few more keys on her computer, made a face and tapped some more. Slapping the side of the computer, she grumbled, "That is not the answer I wanted. Try again!" tapping furiously, she sat back and waited.
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"Should I brave outside and go see if the coffee shop is open, Spence?" Dory received no answer and gingerly moved out from under the mountain of quilts to discover that Spencer had fallen asleep. Smiling, she tucked all the quilts in around him and got dressed quickly, grabbed her keys and purse and slipped out the door.
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