So, here's Chapter Three, guys! Eep! Can you believe it? I'm itching for the trip to Hawaii. How 'bout you? So, here's Faith's Interrogation. Then, the trip! Enjoy. .
(A/N When you see this "********" during the story, it means that the story has been switched over from third person of Faith and Spencer to third person of the rest of the team. It will be apparent, I promise)
Chapter 3: Welcome to the family!
Faith walked out of Spencer's room into living room, where he sat with his head leaned back against the couch. His eyes were closed. Faith leaned against the wall to watch him for a minute. His breathing was even and his eyelids were tinted with purple. She looked at the clock that hung on the far wall. It was seven. She didn't know how long it would take to get to the bar. She was about to wake him up, but, he moved, situating himself deeper into the couch. His hands crossed over his stomach. She smiled. She walked over too the couch. She sat on back on her knee's next too him. She waited for him to open his eyes. She huffed in frustration. She gently climbed over him, straddling his hips. He only turned his head and let out a deep breath. She placed her hand on the side of his face and pulled her lips to his. He jumped at the contact but relaxed, kissing her back. She giggled.
"Hey, sleepy head." She pulled back and looked at him. He stretched and looked at her, dazed.
"Well, I don't think I mind waking up if I get woken up like this." He said and smiled.
"It's seven. I didn't know how long it took to get there, or, I would of let you sleep longer." She said to him while looking apologetic.
"Oh, no. Don't worry. I was just waiting on you too get done." He ran his fingers down her face.
"Well. I'm done. I may not look amazing, but, I'm done." She smiled sadly. She had been told her whole life she wasn't pretty.
"Who are you trying to kid? You're absolutely gorgeous." She blushed and ducked her head.
"Mm. Whatever you say." She said into his wonderful smelling neck.
"Honestly." He said, pulling her back. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Never forget that. Ever. I most definitely wont." He locked eyes with her, and she began playing nervously with her fingers.
"Well, thank you . I guess I'm just not used to that. I've always been told I wasn't good enough. I started to believe them." She said. His eyes flashed red. Who told this magnificent creature that she wasn't good enough? He cupped her chin and pulled her face up to meet him.
"You shouldn't of. You're absolutely amazing. You're too good, that's the problem. And, everyone had imperfections. That's what makes them perfect." She blushed and leaned in too his lips. She could feel his warm breath on her mouth. She claimed his mouth as hers. He leaned into her as she arched up into him.
"We should probably go. Traffic." He said when he needed oxygen. He kept his eyes closed and his forehead against hers. Her breathing was heavy. God, she loved the way he smelled.
"Yeah. I need to get my wallet and phone, just in case Hank decides to call." She said. She pulled his mouth to hers once more before hopping up off of him. He frowned as he watched her tiny figure disappear into the darkness of the hall. He stood, stretched and walked to the counter. He grabbed his cell phone and his wallet and slid them into his back pockets. He held onto the keys in his left hand. Faith skipped to his side and grabbed his right hand.
"Ready? Forgetting anything?" He asked her. She smiled and shook her head. They headed out the door. She was ready to face the interrogation.
"Okay, I know I shouldn't have, but, I couldn't help myself." Garcia surprised them all with the outburst. She couldn't contain herself anymore. They jumped.
"What did you do?" JJ asked, They were all sitting at the bar. They told Spencer eight because they wanted a chance to get to talk about Faith and him.
"Um, I'm not sure if I should tell you or not. I don't want anyone to get mad." She said, nervously picking at her bright purple fingernails.
"What makes you think we'd get mad? Unless you've forged our names to Arabian slave services, I don't see why we would be angry." Rossi said, setting down his now empty glass of bourbon. They all laughed, all except Garcia, who was fiddling. She knew it was wrong to do, but, she honestly couldn't help it.
"Okay, I'll tell you, but, you have to promise not to say anything to Spencer or Faith." She said, looking around the table guiltily. And, like that, a light bulb went on in Morgan's head.
"Oh, Penelope, baby girl, tell me you didn't." He said. He put his face in his hand. They were all sitting around in a circle, but, kept two chairs empty next to Garcia and Emily.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean too! It was a slip of the fingers, honest." Everyone looked at one another with the same confused expression. "Okay, I may have, maybe, looked into Faith's past. You know, her files?" They all gave her exasperated looks.
"Why would you do that?" JJ asked. Emily, who was sitting next to JJ, put her head down on the table.
"I couldn't help it! I couldn't just let some stranger walk in on my perfect family without doing a little bit of checking. But, do you want to know what I found?" She asked. They all looked at her.
"Um, I think you'd better stop." Rossi said, looking surprised. He stared above her head.
"No, no. Please, go on. I cant wait to hear it." Garcia jumped and grimaced. She knew that voice. That was no other, than Faith Raven. The rest of the team turned their heads away from them. On the Brightside, Garcia thought to herself, she didn't sound angry.
"Um, I'm sorry. It's just-" Garcia turned and began to explain. But, Faith held up a finger and smiled.
"Protecting your family. I know. But, you have nothing to worry about, I promise." She said, which made Garcia feel worse about what she had said. Spencer stood in shock for a moment, then, he shot Penelope a dirty look. Faith noticed. "Spencer, stop. I understand." She gently brushed his face with her free hand. She sat down next to Penelope and smiled genuinely at her.
"I really am sorry, I have a horrible habit." She started again.
"Penelope, I know what you read and saw. The pictures, the bruises." She still smiled. It amazed them all how this stranger could be so nice to someone who was so nosy. Faith turned and smiled at the rest of them. "If you don't mind, I'd like to explain for myself." She looked courteously at Penelope, who quickly nodded and started sipping on her drink. "You see, what this lovely woman here saw, where most likely my hospital records and my statements. Photo's taken by the police." She gripped Spencer's hand tightly for support. He gently squeezed it back.
"I love my mother, I do. But, she made horrible choices. My dad was in the army. He died during a bombing. They had been married for five years. Mom had just had my brother." She swallowed and forced herself to look around to all of them. "She became, depressed, to say the least. She started using drugs, drinking all the time. She gave us to my grandmother until I was six. She had supposedly cleaned up her act. She was sober. And, she was. All until she met Steve. He was mean, and big. He scared me. He had dark, dark eyes that made me cower. Well, he got her hooked back on drugs, all so he could do what he pleased with me and she wouldn't notice. He would beat me for everything. For looking at him. I was constantly left with bruises. Nothing too bad. I wouldn't let him touch Jonathon. I always took his beatings for him. He was only three. We lived in the bad part of town, so, there wasn't exactly a safe place to go. Except, this really old woman's house. None of the troublemakers bothered her. I used to sneak out every night at midnight, with my brother, and crawl to her house. She made me food, sweet stuff. She babied me the way my mother should of. I couldn't go to my grandmother, mother wouldn't let me use the phone. So, the woman was all I had." She laughed humorlessly at the memory. They all stared intently on her, unknowingly profiling her. "Dancing was all I had. Dancing and singing. I used to sing my mother and Jonathon to sleep when he was gone. Well, I went over there on June first, nineteen-ninety five. I had turned nine two days before. He decided that, after my mom fell asleep, he was going to sneak up into my room and try to rape me. I was going to leave my little brother locked in my room while I was gone. He didn't want to go. He was six then, and, he wanted to stay and play with his toys. Luckily, I jumped out of my window just as he busted down the door. But, he ended up catching me halfway through the yard. He grabbed me by my hair," Tears were rolling down her and Garcia's face and unwillingly touched the spot where he must've grabbed her. "He dragged me back into the house, then, after he closed the back door, he dropped me too the floor." She sniffled and looked up. Rubbing her eyes. Spencer reached out to her, not sure of what to do. She leaned into him for support. "I cant remember much anymore. They said it was because he kicked me in the head so much. I didn't want to think about it. All I can really remember is a lot of yelling and pain. A lot of hurt. And, screaming. My throat hurt because of that. I honestly cant remember a lot after that, not until I was fourteen, maybe.
"Anyways, I had to go to the hospital. Apparently, my mother had woken up when she heard all the yelling and screaming. I almost died because she decided to get high. I was rushed to the hospital and they had to go CAT scans. I had four fractured ribs, my arm was broken, and I had a severe concussion. The cops came and took him away. They didn't arrest my mother, but, I was sent to live in a foster home, because, they said my grandmother was too old to take care of me. I ended up being put in a mental asylum for five days because I slit my wrists open and they found me. They took me to the hospital then sent me there. Then I turned sixteen, and I transferred schools to Nevada and took my brother with me. We stayed there. I busted my ass. I used the money on my dance classes, and whatever Jonathon needed. I got a car, eventually. I loved it." She smiled absently. "I met Chris when I turned eighteen. Trouble in human form. He was a punk, and a bum. I finally booted him, after he beat me. I said something that I probably shouldn't have, and he beat me. I punched him in the face and threw him out into the rain. It was a couple months later that I was down town at a bar. I was singing for late night entertainment. No, no nudity or anything." She said to the ears that were perked on Morgan. "I was just covering for my friend who was usually there. That's when Hank walked in. He told me I had potential and that he could make me famous. He handed me a card and told me to call if I was interested. I came home to my little brother talking about the army and my grandmother talking about my mother coming in for a visit. I was still very angry at my mother. I felt I had a right to be. I called Hank the very next morning and he set up a meeting. And, after that, I busted my ass for three years in dance classes, karate classes, and vocal sessions. They all told me I was perfect, even hank, but, I didn't believe them. I started not eating, and not sleeping. I had to be taken to the hospital because I was anorexic. And, Hank promised me that I was still beautiful but, not a beautiful when I had meat on my bones. He assured me that I still had my job when I got better. Hank was like the father I never had." She finished and looked all around the table at the people who were staring at her, mouths agape.
"I remember that. You've told me that once before." Spencer said, wringing his head again. Faith nodded and smiled at him.
"Two years ago." Tears ran down her face.
"Then, two years ago, I was working in the bar, the shows for that night had been cancelled, and there wasn't really anyone there. Except, for a team of FBI agents. I was a waitress for you all. You were all laughing at someone named Reid." She smiled a half smile and looked over at Spencer who was staring at her intently. "After that, you all left. All but one. He sat at the table for a minute. I asked him if he wanted a drink."
"And, I said yes." He said, a dawning look on his face.
"You did. Then, we sat at the bar for three hours, throwing back drinks and talking. He actually treated me like I was a human being, not a piece of ass. I took him to his hotel room, and he invited me inside. Then, we sat on the couch and watched cartoons, we talked some more, then he fell asleep. I left at six. It killed me. He made me feel alive again. Then, he left. He told about how his team and him went around the country, solving murder cases. When he fell asleep, I kissed his cheek and left. I knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with a relationship or anything like it. I was stupid. I walked out on the best thing in my life. I saw him on the news from time to time. But, I never attempted to contact him. I was too worried about my brother and work. Then, I found him again. And, I'll never let him go again, as long as he'll have me." She locked eyes with Spencer, who looked at her with a strange look, as if to say "Really? I want you forever." But he didn't say anything. Garcia sniffled beside her. Faith turned and looked.
"Spencer will keep you. By god, if I have to personally fix any and all problems I will. Say it, Reid. Say it." Everyone laughed at Penelope's determination. Faith turned back to Spencer.
"Oh, he doesn't need to say it again." She said, she laced her other hand with his, so that both of their hands were together.
"Still, I want to hear it, since I apparently missed out on something. Ooh, hold on, let me get my phone." She started rambling about not being involved in the important stuff. Morgan walked over to her and gently took it out of her hands.
"There's plenty more photo opportunities to come, I'm sure. Let's leave them alone." Garcia gave a humph as Morgan sat her purse on the ground.
"He's right." Then she leaned in towards Garcia's ear. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to be plenty touchy tonight." Then she winked and pulled back. They all laughed, except for Reid who was looking horrified.
"Yay! I really want to apologize, though. I didn't want too-" She started to explain.
"Like I said, don't worry about it. I knew you all would find out one way or another. I just thought it better if I told you. I want you all to feel comfortable around me. I don't want you to worry about him. And, we will make this work, because, I cant lose him again." She said as she looked to each of the face, each of which were smiling.
"Enough mush talk. Let's get drinks!" Emily yelled and they all laughed. The waitress walked over to them and directed her attention directly to Spencer.
"Can I help you?" She smiled too sweetly.
"Yes, you can actually." Faith said, smiling back. The waitress was taller than Faith, but, then again, who wasn't? She had short unnatural blonde hair that was perfectly straight and bright blue eyes. "A round of tequila shots would be nice. Oh, and lime and salt to, please." The waitress nodded, and looked at Spencer again, before retreating. She watched the girl disappear. They all looked at her.
"You like tequila?" Morgan asked, surprised.
"No, not really. But, It gives a buzz. It's perfect. And, what I need. That little speech was harder than it looked." They all nodded at her.
"I understand. I have a question though." Morgan said with a smile on his face. "What kind of car is it? The one that you bought." She laughed.
"A '67 Chevy convertible. It's black with chrome rims. I put a lot of money and time into that car. And, now it's sitting in a storage unit in Nevada. I've been itching to take a road trip in it." She said. Morgan nodded in approval. Just then, the waitress came back, carrying nine shot glasses full of tequila and a little line wedge sitting on the side of the glass. She pointed toward the salt that sat on the table and walked off. Faith grabbed the salt and a shot. She poured the salt on her hand, licked it and threw back the shot, then quickly sucked on the lime.
"Way to take it like a man." Rossi said from across the table. She laughed as she felt her cheeks flush. She watched as each of them took their shot. Watching the funny faces. Then came Reid's turn.
"I-I'm not much of a drinker." He said, eyeing the glass wearily.
"Bull! I watched you down an entire bottle of Crown in one night! At my expense. Take it." Faith said.
"In my defense, I had no idea what was in those drinks." They all laughed at the pair. "I'm serious. I had no idea what she was pouring into them."
"Were you complaining? No. You weren't. You were actually laughing after a couple of them. Look," She said, pulling his hand to the table. She picked up the salt and poured some on his hand and sat the shot glass in front of him. "The trick it, keep the salt on the tip of your tongue. And, don't taste it. You cant swallow it when you taste it. When you throw it back, swallow, then suck on the lime. 'Kay?" She said.
"I don't know." He said, looking at her.
"Please?" Faith said, pouting.
"Fine, but, you owe me." He said so only she could hear. She giggled and nodded.
"Naturally." She said. She leaned back and placed her hands on the back of her chair, watching him intently. He did as she instructed. She felt happy that he had complied. She stood up. "I'm going to the bartender. I don't like the looks of the waitress" They laughed at her.
"I'm coming with." Garcia said. She stood up and wobbled a little. Faith looked down at her feet.
"Can you walk in those things?" Faith asked, her voice raising a few octaves. Penelope laughed down at her feet. She was wearing six inch purple heels.
"No, not at all. But, let me tell you about the price of beauty." She said. They walked away from the table and up to the bar. "What you did took a lot of courage. I respect you." She said. Faith nodded at her.
"I know what your job does to you. To all of you. The sacrifices you make. The lives you save. The images you see. I know, you all are like a family. You treat each other like blood. I can see that. I don't want you to feel like I'm hurting your family. I want to make him happy, because, he does that for me. He makes me smile. I was stupid. I left him, and I shouldn't have. That was my mistake. It wont happen again. I told you, because I want you all to trust me." She said, she looked down at her feet. She looked up at Garcia. "I-I think I love him." Garcia let out a squeal of delight. Just then the bartender walked to them. They ordered their drinks, and the bartender quickly mixed them and handed them over. Faith nodded and began sucking on the fruity drink.
"Oh, Faith?" The woman called from behind. Faith looked up at her again. "Welcome to the family." She said with a giant smile. Faith grinned at her. Faith sat her drink on the bar and wrapped her arms around Garcia. Garcia laughed and hugged her back. They let go and Faith walked back to the table and took her seat next to Spencer.
"What was that about?" Morgan asked. A waitress brought most of them food. Faith looked at Spencer.
"Just warming up to one another." Garcia smiled over at Faith who was staring intently at Spencer, who was staring back. They all stared at the two for a minute.
"Hello? Earth to strange couple?" Emily waved her hand in between their faces. They both jumped and smiled.
"Sorry. Zoned out." She said still smiled. She looked over at Spencer and shook her head. Her mouth returned to her drink.
"So, you said you sing. That mean your good?" JJ said. She didn't know how she felt about Spencer having a girlfriend. She still thought of him as a younger brother.
"I guess so. Casino sharks and their sons to think so. But, it's whatever." Faith shrugged.
"She can sing." Hotch said, surprising them all. Had he actually been to a casino?
"Oh, yeah. You were there with Hank one day at rehearsal. Which reminds me, how do you know him?" Faith asked, seeming unbothered by the fact that Hotch had heard her sing.
"We met a few years back. Before he got you I guess. Back when his casino's were still his father's. He helped on a case." Hotch said. He quickly finished off his beer and sat it on the table. Faith nodded.
"Hank said you were there on business. I knew it had to be important. Hank never let's anyone sit in on my rehearsals."
"Yes. I came out on a personal but professional matter."
"Oh. Okay."
"I think you should sing for us." Morgan said, waggling his eyebrows. Spencer laughed at Faith's shocked expression.
"Um, I don't know." Faith said, becoming nervous. "You'll probably hear it when we go to Hawaii. I have to do shows there. I'm sure I could get you all tickets, if you want to go to them." She said.
"Free entertainment? Sure." Rossi said. Emily was starting on her fourth drink and was looking a little woozy. JJ laughed at her and poked her side. They all laughed at her startled yelp. Hotch's phone started to ring.
"Excuse me." He said as he turned at walked out of the bar.
"So, how about that song?" Morgan asked. They all perked up. Spencer waited. He would get her to sing. Either now or later.
"I don't know. I don't have my music. And, I haven't done a warm up. And, we're in a bar." she said nervously.
"An empty bar. And, I'm sure no one would mind. Especially them." Garcia laughed and directed her attention to two old men sitting in the corner of the bar staring at Faith. They noticed that she saw them and quickly turned their faces. Faith laughed.
"I don't know. If you can talk the bar people into it, sure." Faith smiled. Garcia did too, knowing no one would say no too her after a few minutes of prodding.
"Deal. I'll be back." She said and disappeared. The team smiled at Faith.
"You know she's going to get her way, right?" JJ said while laughing. Faith nodded.
"That's what I was afraid of that. Oh well." She said and finished her drink. Spencer smiled in anticipation. They all started laughing again as Garcia rushed back to the table.
"They said that all you had to do was go tell them what song and grab the microphone. Apparently, they have karaoke every Thursday night. So, you should've been here last night." She winked and tugged on Faith's arm. She stood and straightened out her clothes. She bent to whisper in Spencer's ear.
"If anyone asks, I'm drunk." She said with a giggle. Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled.
"Okay." And, with that Faith walked into the back. A few moments later, she emerged with a black microphone in her hand. She smiled at them and tapped the microphone. Hotch walked in and sat down, looking as serious as always. The tan computer man walked out of the back room and sat the computer near the desk. He clicked the button and pointed at Faith. She opened her mouth, and a wonderful, full voice came out.
"There is a house in New Orleans," She started occapela. They all stood in amazement at her.
"They Call the rising sun." Her eyes closed at the hard note.
"And, it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And, God, I know, I'm one." The jazz music started playing.
"My Mother was a Tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling' man.
Well, down in new Orleans." Her voice drifted from high and low at all the right times, her body in perfect sync with the music.
"Well, the only thing a gambler needs," Spencer felt himself become more and more turned on the more she sang.
"Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And, the only time he's satisfied.
Is when he's on a drunk." Faith moved her hips. They all looked around at each other impressed. They all laughed at Spencer's mouth, that was agape at the beautiful woman.
"Now, mothers tell your children," She had lost herself in the music.
Not do what I have done
Spend life in sin and misery," Her voice drifted up.
In the house of the Rising Sun."
"Well, I got one foot on the platform.
The other foot on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain."
"Now there is a house in New Orleans.
They call the Rising Sun. Ohh.
And, it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And, God, I know I'm one." She bent as she hit the last note, but her voice faded out as did the music. She stood and vaguely heard applause. She forced herself to smile. She hated doing that. Knowing that men were looking at her that way. Spencer was the only one she didn't mind doing it. But, she felt the computer man's eyes on her, and she felt the men that were sitting in the corner. Plus the few that were sitting against the bar. She knew that Spencer's team mates wouldn't do that. They had to much respect for him. But, the others staring at her made her sick to her stomach. She stumbled to the man and shoved the microphone at him. Stumbled back to the table and sat on Spencer's lap. He gladly took her.
"Are you okay?" Emily asked with concern in her voice. Faith nodded but put her face in Spencer's shoulder. His arms wrapped proactively around her waist.
"Are you sure?" Spencer whispered in her ear. She nodded and buried her face deeper.
"I want something to drink." She said loud enough for the others to hear.
"What do you want?" Spencer asked.
"Something strong." They all laughed at her.
"I'll go get her something." Morgan said with a humorous tone in his voice. She heard his chair scrape against the ground. Spencer pulled her tighter against him. A few moments later, she heard Morgan's boot's hit thump against the ground and set a glass next to them. She pulled away from him and looked at the glass. She felt that her face was flushed. They all stared at her while she gently pulled away from Spencer and pick up the glass. Emily had her eyes closed and her face against the table.
"What is it?" She asked wearily. She eyed the glass. It was a dark brown substance.
"Taste it." He said with a smirk on his face. She hesitantly picked up the glass and put it too her nose. Her nose burned as she smelled the alcohol. She took a sip and the liquid burned her throat. She tasted Crown Royal in it. And, Razzmataz. And, peach. Also, a hint of monster. She pulled the glass away and licked her lips.
"What is it?" She asked again.
"VFU." He said and laughed. "Strong enough, pipes?" She laughed at her nickname.
"Yes. Thank you." She took another drink from the glass, longer this time. They all turned to Hotch.
"Who was on the phone?" JJ asked, sipping at her fruity drink.
"Strauss. I was wanting to talk to you all about that. Strauss was calling because I asked for permission to use the jet to go to Hawaii. She said that we could, but, It would only be available tomorrow morning and the next morning. So, we would all have to go on that one in the morning or the day after tomorrow if we go on the private jet." Hotch finished. They all shrugged.
"I don't care. I'm sure Emily doesn't either." Morgan said as he pointed to the sleeping brunette. It was obvious that she had to much to drink.
"I don't care to leave in the morning either. We're all ready for the sun." JJ said, speaking for herself and her family.
"I'm always game." Penelope said. Rossi just nodded. They all turned to look at Reid and Faith, who was sucking down her drink, face flushed.
"Faith is already packed. It wouldn't take very long for me too. So, it doesn't matter." She finished and sat down her glass. She looked wide-eyed around. They all laughed at her confused expression.
"Well, wheels up at ten o'clock, then. It's eleven. I'd better get home. I'll see you all in the morning." He nodded and left the bar.
"I'd better get Emily home." Morgan said in disapproval. Emily jumped at the sound of her name.
"Huh?" She said with sleep in her voice.
"I'm taking you home. Change of plans. We're going to Hawaii in the morning on the jet." Emily nodded, dazed. "Ten o'clock." He said. He pulled her arm and began pulling her towards the door. She followed with the rest of the team laughing behind them. Morgan nodded towards them.
"I'm going home. I'm tired and I want to make sure we're all packed up. I'll see you all in the morning." JJ said and grabbed her purse.
"I'm going to get her into bed. I'll text you in the morning." Spencer said to Garcia. Faith stood up and got the wallet out of her pocket. Before anyone could object, she threw two hundred dollar bills down on the table. She nodded to the waitress.
"Keep the change." She said and slipped the wallet back into her pocket.
"I was going to pay for that." Rossi said. Faith waved him off. Garcia laughed. Spencer towed her towards the door.
"You didn't have to pay for that. Rossi said that he was treating us all to drinks." He said as he unlocked Faith's door.
"I don't care. I didn't feel right for them paying for me. And, I felt generous. So, I paid for it." She hopped up on the seat sideways.
"But, my point is, you shouldn't of. That was your money. Hard earned money." He said, leaning into her. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against him. Her tongue traced his upper lip, asking for permission to enter. He opened his mouth and she slipped her tongue in. They both fought for dominance. She pulled back and attempted to catch her breath. "Lets go home." He said and pulled away from her. She nodded and slipped into the car. She laid her head against the back of the seat and closed her eyes. She opened them when Spencer started the car. She grabbed his hand and interlaced their fingers, then sighed back into the seat. Lights flashed behind her eyelids. Only when he stopped and rolled down his window did she open her eyes. She saw the same security guard from earlier nod toward him. Spencer put his car in the spot and turned the car off.
"I want you." Faith said, trailing her soft fingers up Spencer's arm. He could tell she was drunk. He caught her hand in his.
"Let's go in, then." She nodded and hopped out of the car. Spencer pressed the lock button on the key and grabbed her hand. They walked into the building and unlocked the door of Spencer's apartment. Faith closed the door behind them and dead bolted the door. She smiled at his tired expression.
"Oh, don't think your getting off that easy. You're going to do me again, whether you like it or not." She smirked at him. He laughed and wrapped his hands around her waist.
"Who said I was objecting?"
Ooh. Lemon juice! Hmm. Reid would be in a lemon with you if you reviewed. Reid's love reviews. And, bitches love Reid. I'm a HUGE bitch. Lmao. Yeah. Anyways. The trip is coming up. They're all itching for that sun. Hmm. I wonder how much trouble someone gets into for having sex on the beach, what about you? Well, we'll find out soon, won't we?
As always, all my love,
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