Chapter Four:
When Macie turned over to smack her alarm clock off, she was immediately pulled back across the bed by a pair of arms. Whose, she didn't know, but she cuddled into them anyway. When she felt the familiar pair of lips on the back of her neck, she smiled, her heart swelling a little bit of love, but mostly hope. She rolled over and her smile grew even bigger when she saw a sleepy Spencer Reid. His eyes were half open and his hair was a mess, but his grip on her remained tight, keeping her close.
"You stayed," Macie stated simply, running her fingers through his hair. Spencer nodded and looked at her with one eye shut, "Why?"
"I miss you," he whispered, "That's why."
"I have a boyfriend," she said, laughing to herself. It would have been awful to her if it hadn't been so perfect, but Nolan wasn't anything serious like Spencer was. She couldn't picture herself marrying Nolan, but she imagined a house and kids with Spencer.
"I guess you'll have to get rid of him," Spencer said, kissing her forehead lightly, "I was so stupid, Macie. You're my rock, I don't know why I would want to let you go like I did."
"I'm still mad at you," she closed her eyes and laid her head on Spencer's arm.
"I think I can handle it," Spencer said, sitting up to look at the clock, "We have to go to work."
"Yeah, yeah," Macie said, stretching as she rolled onto her back. "I'm getting in the shower. We have an hour and a half if you want to, uh" Macie ran her finger down Spencer's chest and pressed an open mouth kiss to the side of his neck, "Join me."
Spencer raised his eyebrow and watched as Macie threw the sheets off her and walked to her bathroom in nothing but a pair of lacy black underwear, leaving the door open behind her. It wasn't long before she was pressed against the wall of the shower, Spencer's lips on her neck and his fingers working her clit slowly. She enjoyed this type of build up most, the kind where it was slow and careful, where she didn't have to worry about awkward pauses because they both knew exactly what they wanted from each other. It made her weak in the knees and not so good on her feet, but she loved every second of it, and it seemed like only Spencer could get this kind of reaction out of her.
Macie laughed against Spencer's neck when it was over and she leaned back against the wall with her arms around his neck. The water splashed against the side of her face and Spencer leaned in and kissed her, his hand finding her chin to tilt her head up for a better angle.
"I love you," Spencer whispered, brushing a strand of Macie's wet hair behind her ear.
Macie blushed and smirked, rising up on the tips of her toes to kiss Spencer again before she shut off the water and wrapped herself in the towel hanging over the shower curtain rod.
"So," Macie said, walking back into the bathroom in her bra and a pencil skirt as Spencer finished up in the shower and stepped out with a towel around his waist, "I'm working in Quantico today. Want to carpool?"
Spencer laughed and walked out of the room, returning in a pair of his underwear and a white undershirt, "I guess you could give me a ride."
"Me give you a ride? I meant you give me a ride," Macie said laughing as she applied her mascara.
"But you have the nicer car," Spencer said, kissing her cheek as he buttoned up his light blue dress shirt, "I'll drive tomorrow."
"I'm not in Quantico tomorrow," Macie whined.
"Well, how about-" Spencer grabbed her hips and spun her around so she was leaning against the bathroom counter and pressed himself close against her, his voice going low, "You break up with that boyfriend of yours and then I'll take you out to a nice dinner tonight and we can go back to my place and I'll be your own personal chauffeur tomorrow morning."
"Sounds fantastic, sir," Macie said, lightly, pressing her lips to Spencer's. She scrunched her nose up at him and turned around, finishing her makeup so she could dry her hair. Spencer let her finish her routine in peace, preparing their morning coffee as she did so, and by the time they were ready to head out the door, he had heated up two mammoth sized muffins and fixed to-go mugs.
"Do you want to talk about anything?" Spencer asked, as soon as Macie parked her car in the guest spot in the parking lot and turned off the ignition.
"What do you mean?" She asked, looking over at him.
"I don't know. I mean, that conversation sounded a little heated," Spencer said, referring to the phone call Macie had made to Nolan on their way to work.
"Oh," Macie said, "I think he just more upset that he didn't have anyone to go out of town with him."
"You guys were that serious?" Spencer asked, softly.
"No, not at all. Look, I know we have a lot to work on as a couple, but can we please just enjoy this honeymoon phase?" Macie said, laughing, "I have a tough day, I don't need to worry about this stuff right now."
"Right, what's on your agenda today?"
"Meeting with clients, I have a hearing at ten that I should be able to close pretty quickly," Macie said, nodding, "After that, you should try to get Aaron to let you leave early."
"I can try. What's the hearing about?"
"Two women and a man who starved and abused six horses causing half of them to die; one of starvation, two of shock," Macie said, "You don't want to see the pictures. I know you see dead bodies on a regular basis but, this is just... sickening."
"I'll try to make it. I kind of miss seeing you shut people down completely," Spencer said, leaning over to kiss her softly, "Especially when it's not me. I'll see you at lunch, Mace."
"Yeah, yeah," Macie said, kissing Spencer again before they got out of the car and walked to the front of the main building hand-in-hand.
"So, you're saying, Mr. Holmes, that you received a bachelor's degree in Animal Nutrition in 1989, correct?"
Macie stood her ground and stared as Mr. Holmes sat uneasy in his chair and sighed, "That's right."
"So you just allowed these horses to reach a weight in which, no matter how much nurturing and rehabilitation they would receive, they would suffer physical pain and brain damage for the rest of their lives? You just said to yourself 'hey, I know how to provide proper care to these animals but I'm not going to do so just because.'"
"I didn't- I was going to sell- I didn't mean to let them get that bad," Mr. Holmes stuttered and then sighed heavily.
"I rest my case, your honor," Macie said, sitting back down in her chair.
An hour later, the judge had granted custody to a local animal rehabilitation center and thrown the three persons involved some hefty fines and a few years in prison. Macie stood up from her chair and sighed, closing her briefcase and shaking her client's hand before they walked out of the courtroom together. She excused herself once she saw Spencer standing by the water fountain and she walked over to him, her heels clicking on the tile floor and smiled as he hugged her, picking her up off her feet a little.
"Congratulations, my wonderful lawyer," he said, kissing her cheek lightly, "Hotch gave me the rest of the day off, so we should celebrate."
Macie smirked and looked up at Spencer, who was giving her the same look he had earlier that morning in the shower, "We should celebrate."
Macie and Spencer made it as far as the private restroom on the second floor and began their celebration a little early.