Ch. 2 : Pulling Teeth and Love Bites.

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Spencer sat at his desk trying very hard to finish filling out all his paper work and ignore Morgan's wisecracks.

He had found that ignoring them was incredibly difficult. It was partly his fault that Morgan was even saying anything at all. Since he had failed to notice that he had a large hickey on his neck before he left the house this morning. Well he was sure it wasn't as large as he imagined.

Unfortunately it was certainly big enough for Derek Morgan to notice it when he had greeted Spencer this morning in the break room while he was getting his morning coffee. Ever since he had spotted the bite mark he'd been trying to get the younger man to tell him who'd given it too him. It was a complete shock to him. He had pretty much thought Reid was oblivious to the opposite sex and now he a pretty good sized hickey on his neck that he seemed pretty embarrassed about.

Reid rolled his eyes when Morgan spoke up once again grinning

"Come on man who's the lucky lady"?

Spencer sighed knowing this was just the big brother in Morgan coming out. That was the only reason he gave Spencer such a hard time. He thought of Spnecer as the younger brother he never had. He was pretty sure everyone he worked with thought of him as their kid brother.

Spencer sighed looking across the screen of his desk at Prentiss hoping that she'd change the subject, but she stared back at him apparently just as interested as Morgan to know who had provided the mark on his neck.

He rolled his eyes looking back at Morgan's grinning face

"It was no one. It's really nothing".

Morgan frowned and responded

"Oh so it was a one night stand then. I wouldn't pin you as the type to be into that".

Spencer rolled his eyes and slammed his pen down on his desk before standing up and sighing

"I'm going to the restroom".

Spencer was grateful when he finally made it to the empty mens restroom. At least no one could make any remarks here. He frowned as he looked in the mirror and examined the mark. It wasn't too bad but it was still quite red. He sighed and made a mental note to himself to look up ways to get rid of hickeys as soon as he got home.

He quickly splashed some water on his face hoping that could help get rid of the blush he'd had on his face ever since Morgan had mentioned the hickey this morning. He hoped that Madison was having a little bit of a better day than him.

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Madison sighed as she pulled her car into the apartment parking lot. She was grateful to finally be home. Sure it was Spencer's apartment, but it might as well be home since she spent more time here than she did at her actual apartment.

She quickly made her way into the apartment building to the elevator and straight to apartment number 32.

She kind of hated the fact that Spencer lived on the fourth floor. She was never a huge fan of heights and the fourth floor was pretty high to her. No matter what Spencer said about statistics of phobias and the fear of heights.

Madison grabbed her spare key from her purse before going inside not surprised to see it empty.

She dropped her purse on his sofa before laying his mail that she had stopped and gotten before getting on the elevator, on the coffee table. It wasn't anything too terribly exciting. Just some bills, junk mail, and a large bundle of letters tied together with some industrial string with the addresses Bennington Sanitarium.

She knew what they were. Spencer had told her about his mother two months after they had started dating. How her schizophrenia had come out a few months after he was born and how it had gotten so bad when he was ten that she rarely left her room. He had told her that his father had left after that saying that he just couldn't deal. Ten year old Spencer had taken care of her after that. Cashing her disability checks, dealing out her meds, cooking her meals, even bathing her if he had too. He had told Madison that when he had turned 18 that it had all became too much. He had his mother committed to Bennington which had killed him, but it was better for her. She could be taken care of properly there.

He had told her all of this stating that he felt like she should know. It shocked her a little at first but she accepted it. It was after all a huge part of his life.

Spencer had even told her how he wrote his mother every single day now. Mostly out of guilt from avoiding visiting her.

Madison sat back on the sofa grateful to no longer be at work. Being a receptionist at a pediatric dentists office wasn't all that bad. It was great if you liked listening to screaming kids and having dentist's whom were old enough to be your father stare down your shirt.

Madison was not okay with any of this so therefore she hated her job. To tell the truth she would much rather be focusing on her paintings than worrying about answering phones and typing all day.

Spencer had told her several times that she could quit and he'd take care of everything, but Madison just couldn't do it. She knew he was willing to do it and he made enough money. She just felt like she'd be taking advantage of him if she let him take care of every little thing.

Madison sighed and stared around Spencer's living room. She had always thought that it fit his personality perfectly.

There were literally books everywhere. Dictionaries, Encyclopedias, Biographies, Text Books. He had at least four tall bookcases full of them. He only had one little TV that he rarely turned on with a few dvds mostly science fiction type movies and a few documentaries.

All of his funiture was old. iIt had allbeen in his family for years. You could tell his couch was extreamly old. The brown leather no longer shined and it was worn down so much that you practically sat on the floor.

Pretty much all his furniture was all his mother's. He had taken the funiture with him to Washington when his mother had been committed.

Madison looked up when the door opened surprised to see a very tired Spencer come in.

She frowned a little before speaking up

"Your home really early".

He nodded looking slightly shocked too see her

"Yeah I finished all my paperwork so Gideon said I should go home and get some rest".

To tell the truth he was slightly shocked that she was here. Half of him had expected her to be at her apartment. Probably because at the beginning of their relationship she had remained distant and kept him at an arm's length when it had come to how she felt.

He was thankful that she had seemed to get a little bit more comfortable in their relationship and had been spending more time here.

Spencer sighed and placed his messenger bag in the corner beside the coat rack before joining Madison on the couch and speaking up.

"Morgan noticed the hickey you gave me last night"

She grinned a little before moving down the collar of his shirt to see it, and speaking up

"It's not that bad. I mean It should go away in a few weeks".

Spencer sighed

"Yeah but I had to avoid him all day and change the subject every time he said anything about it".

She nodded

"What did you tell him"?

He shrugged

"That it was no one and nothing. Like I said I avoided him".

She nodded feeling a little hurt that she was referenced to as no one, but she knew he didn't mean anything by it. After all it would change after they made their relationship public.

She sighed a little before finally speaking up

"Hey do you think hamsters go to heaven"?

Spencer frowned a little wondering what his girlfriend was getting at. She could be completely random at times.

"Um well I guess they do. Why are you asking me this"?

She shrugged looking slightly upset

"This little girl at the dentist's office today was crying because her hamster died. Her mom told her she could get another one, but she kept on screaming that she wanted her old hamster back and it wasn't fair. So It kind of got me thinking cause hamsters are kind of like mice and people hire exterminators to kill mice all the time. So do they go to heaven and if they do then do hamsters go to heaven too".

Spencer nodded trying not to show that he was amused that she actually taken the time to really think about this before he spoke up

"So how was work? You know besides the whole hamster thing"?

She frowned

"Dr. Addams stared down my blouse again. I seriously hate that old man. He's like sixty and he's real sleazy. Oh and then after he did this he goes your doing such a good job here Madison. He makes my skin crawl".

Spencer nodded tightening his grip on her. He could admit he was protective, but if anyone had to do his job they'd get protective over their loved ones too.

"You should quit".

She sighed shaking her head stubbornly

"No It's fine. Besides if he pulls anything I'll kick him where it hurts".

He nodded feeling slightly proud before he spoke up.

"Work was pretty boring besides the whole hickey thing. I had a lot of paperwork though".

He looked down at her noticing that she had fallen asleep. It had happened more and more often lately not that he minded.

He had guessed it was from being overworked. She usually always worked late. Or got called in on her days off.

He sighed and kissed her forehead before managing to pick up a book he'd gotten the other day on the French Revolution, all without waking her up.

He had a feeling tonight was going to be a pretty quiet uneventful night.