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As though at war with itself, Spencer's abdomen battled two distinct feelings; the upper half felt light and fluttery- people called the sensation "butterflies in the stomach" - while the lower constricted sharply almost to the point of pain. Both sensations reflected his feelings, the tightness was fear; fear that he'd be found out lying to his boss, or worse: fear that the woman would be incredibly angry and revoke spencer's right to choose the time and location of the therapy sessions… or worse still, cancel them altogether.
However the butterflies, what did they reflect? Was it excitement? Desire? Both seemed equally likely- the woman who'd been on his mind for the past month was right behind him, her porcelain, long-nailed hand wrapped around his good shoulder...
The hand gave a firm squeeze and wrenched him back to reality.
Derek had rushed to his aid from the other side of the room, he now stood –half a head shorter than Lawrence in her high-heels- on Spencer's other side with a protective hand on the young man's back. While keeping his eyes on the threat, Derek discreetly shifted his position to get a grip of his partner's elbow- ready to move him out of harm's way if necessary. The woman still glared down at Spencer; eventually he had no choice but to look up at her.
She was exactly the way he remembered; all round eyes and big lips and round boobs and big hips. Her face was visibly flushed through her makeup, her eyebrows raised in an angry arch. She seemed to be waiting for him to say something. When he kept silent, she asked him quietly why he hadn't called.
The young doctor remained stiff and silent, like a rabbit caught in blinding headlights, and stared at her wide-eyed.
"Spencer, you know you could have broken your femur. That rod is not going to hold if you don't build muscle around it, this was explained to you. I could have been fired, is that what you wanted?"
During this time, Hotch had ascended from his office to observe the scene.
The young man dropped his eyes and stuttered his feeble excuse;
"I… I didn't have your cell number."
"I told you it was at the desk! The receptionist was to give you my contact card." She seemed angered by the apparent mistruth.
"I didn't go to the desk… Derek signed me out."
All eyes were on Derek, accusingly. The man was quick to defend himself.
"It was in the bag, man."
Spencer's eyes would have widened further, if it were possible.
"I didn't know that! I took the medicine out of the bag and… well I threw it away."
"Even if you did" Lawrence snapped "I left a call on your cell, you had my number regardless of what situation the bag was in. I wasn't even supposed to call, but I did."
"I…I didn't know… Like I didn't-"
"Enough," A commanding voice cut in; "Spencer can I see you in my office please?"
The young man nodded, rose and crutched his way towards the boss's office, painfully aware of the stares that bored into his back.
A gentle voice whispered from behind
"When you get back Spencer…"
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