EDITED AND REVISED
Hello! So so so so so sorry for the delay! So busy! Had a concussion! Had prom! Had exams! I died and was revived! Please don't hurt me! Totally am using the basis of this story for a murder mystery I have to have for forensics though ;) Anyway...
TazzieLuv13: we discussed your Valentines Day in private so to get to the fic... Omg I know right?! Gotta love how he has that dominant personality with almost everyone but still manages that young youthful innocence. Yeah maybe the innards comment was a little extreme but hey, if it works it works. Like how you think though, he and Garcia already seem like good friends right? And just yes, testosterone overload when put in a room with Derek but they're both jut so chill! Enough fangirling though, I must go on...
I.C.2014: I'm glad you enjoy and you know, I actually never thought much about comparing my characters to modern movie depicted killers but you know if you think about it they were modeled after real life serial killers. Hannibal Lecter was slightly based off of Ed Gein as was Norman Bates but with different aspects being focused on. In a way I was kind of incorporating my knowledge real serial killers to this fic too though so that's actually not inaccurate, at least not completely. Not the comparisons I would've made but still, that's not bad. Just means your imagination is different :)
Without torturing you much longer I give to you chaoter seven of Wine, Roses, and Psychosis! Enjoy!
Similarities
He watched with great pleasure at his doings as she writhed and squirmed beneath him, her pretty face red from anxiety, embarrassment, and his favorite... Complete and utter terror. What the screams of the innocent could do to a man he thought, it set a spark in him he could barely contain. She was exposed, nude. Her arms bound above her head on both sides, legs spread and chained down. Violet and blue patches riddled her flesh, lacerations here and there keeping her weak and vulnerable to anything he wished to do to her. He filled her, pounded into her, imagined he was with his one love...his idol.
"You'll never be him," he growls through grunts as he finishes with her. He shoved away from the metal table she laid on, frustration apparent on him. He ran his hands over his face, that same question that always plagued him returning as he lifted a photograph to his face. Depicted was a true work of art, a woman beautiful, laying upon the asphalt with sandy hair spread behind her, butterfly tattoo apparent below her collarbone. A perfect 'Y' had been engraved into her torso with a coarse blade, the cuts clean and careful. Carved with care... He glanced back at his prize, noting her hair to be the same length and that the tattoo above her cleavage was nearly identical despite being colored in. He smiled softly, teeth showing as he nodded and went to paper and pen. He would know...
He enjoyed wrapping the cloth around her head so that she bit down on the fabric while she tried to scream. He drew the blade over her skin as he got off on her pain, her form twitching as it was mutilated while she breathed still...
It had taken some minutes but he had gotten her positioned just right, gathered her pesky binds and left her remains for the world to see. Surely he would stumble upon them, he was the master after all, the grand artist. He bent to her side and placed his note within her mouth, only the corner sticking out before dumping petals of red into her open body. His own words rang through his head even as he left the scene, excitement coursing through him.
The local star didn't get off work until later than he expected, by the time he returned home it was already two in the morning. He was actually suppressing his eagerness to get back the whole walk there. In all honesty the job was quite taxing on the days they were booming like they had that evening. His voice strained after so long and he grew tired of always having to be up and about. He was already sore from his workout that morning so he had every right to be exhausted and upset but he acknowledged that he was to blame for his condition. It was necessary in the end though. He shot his fist into the couch in the employee lounge a few times once he was at work. He locked up the hotel when he returned and just dropped his keys on the floor and kicked off his boots with a great desire to get to bed. The trek up the stairs proved too difficult in the end though and he shrugged with a mumbled 'fuck it'. He dropped onto the couch in the foyer and let out a deep sigh, falling asleep to his own humming.
Spencer was awoken the next morning by the ringing of his phone at his head, sending him into an upright position immediately. He looked to the clock that read 12:08 pm... He'd slept past noon again. With a silent scold to himself he dug his phone from under his pillow and put it to his ear. "S-Spencer Reid..." he murmured groggily.
'Wakey wakey Spence. You're not gonna believe this but we got another body on the edge of the park...it's not as messy but it's still pretty horrendous...' He huffed in dread and frustration, another so soon? It hadn't been a day since the last kill. Wait...
"Ripper or Copycat?" he asks slightly clearer.
'Looking at the list of characteristics you gave for the Copycat we're thinking it's him. He's starting to give us more trouble than the Ripper.' Spencer nodded, breathing heavily whilst he shook his head.
"I'll be there soon..." He hung up and got dressed as quickly as he could in his half sleeping state, half buttoning his dark green shirt in a sloppy manner and combing through his hair. He grabbed his badge, gun, and the like and headed downstairs, not noticing that his landlord's door was wide open and his bed empty. To his surprise he didn't see him in the workout room. When he arrived downstairs he stopped at hearing a strange sound, looking over to the couch and having his heart jump from the start.
Draped over the arm and laying over most of the cushions was the built blonde, hair messy and hanging over his face as light snores escaped his parted lips. He looked as if he'd been thrown down like a coat after a long day. He couldn't help but smile somewhat, finding it somehow pleasant to see him sleeping like that. It was kind of funny. It was then to his disappointment that he realized he once again needed a ride, meaning he would have to ruin the blonde's blissful sleep. He hated to but he needed to leave then...
He approached the sleeping man quietly, leaning down and hesitantly poking his shoulder as if daring to touch a ticking bomb. "E-Edward?" he whispers loudly. To his surprise he actually felt the man stir, his mouth closing and his muscles twitching much to the agent's embarrassment. He moved his face into the cushion and started shifting into a crouching position, long legs pulling back over the armrest and moving under him. With an inhale his green eyes blinked open slowly and heavily, followed by a loud yawn. When he looked up at Spencer he could see the dark shadows under his eyes, he looked exhausted and it made his heart heavy that it was partially from having to run him to a crime scene. He felt no better when the younger man managed a smile pointed softly up at him, moving into a sitting position.
"Hey... Mmm, what time is it champ?" he groans sleepily as he runs a hand over his eyes. The action was kind of sexy really...
"T-twenty after noon..." he mumbles. The innkeeper took a minute or two to analyze the agent, seeing he was clad in his equipment. Even in his delirious state he put two and two together, smiling at him.
"Need a ride Doctor?" A nod. "Alright...sorry, I didn't mean to sleep in so long, it was a rough night. Customers in and out until almost one," he goes on, standing and raising his arms high above his head in a stretch that had cracks resonating from his back and shoulders, continuing when he rolled his neck around. Spencer said nothing on the matter, he had only woke up not long before to his shock. The new atmosphere was getting to him and this case wasn't helping. As Edward was getting ready to head out he looked to the smaller male. "Sorry I left you with leftovers last night, feeling pretty bad for it..."
"It's fine. It was good as usual," he assured with a soft smile. Edward loved his smile, no matter how subtle... It was charming. He had to mentally smack himself though, this man was making him soft.
"Let me go down and feed the dogs real quick and I'll drive you over," he exhales, slinking to the cupboard below the counter and retrieving a bunch of dried treats from a bag. He gave another yawn as he started back towards the lobby and went to the basement door. Spencer was tempted to follow and make sure he didn't fall down the stairs but he remembered that Edward said they were strays and that they bit strangers they didn't trust. He didn't exactly attract animals so he decided to just wait at the top. Meanwhile downstairs, Edward opened one of two doors at the bottom hall, scratching being heard even as he turned the handle. As soon as there was a gap six dogs scrambled out and started pawing at him and jumping up to get at their food, whimpering and barking as the blonde alternated between petting them and adjusting their spiked collars. There was a Pit Bull, a German Shepard, a Doberman, a Chocolate Labrador, a Rottweiler, and an Australian Shepard. One by one he gave them the big pieces of dried treats and gave some clicks with his tongue and pointed back into the room where they started filing back in. Giving a sigh and going back up he smiled to Spencer at the top.
"Hm, well let's get going. Can't let Chief Hardass chew you out too much because of me." He grabbed his keys off the floor and held the door open for Spencer, his grin crooked in that special way.
"It wouldn't really be your fault," he says, heading to the garage.
"Ah, well he doesn't seem to like me too much as it is. I think I creep him out."
"I find it more likely that you intimidate him. You are young, attractive and smart, it makes sense that you being able to help with the case that's been wrenching his brain for so long would be a blow to his pride."
Edward smirked at this and opened the door to his mustang nodding for Spencer to get in. He didn't trust himself on the bike today. "Really? You think I'm attractive?" he teases with a suave voice. He saw how Spencer's cheeks immediately flushed when he realized what he'd said. "Well now, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't flattered by the compliment Agent Reid." Reid flushed and was eager to get in if nothing else to hide his embarassment when suddenly Edward put a hand on his shoulder and turned him.
"W-what?" he stammers. His heart skipped a beat when suddenly calloused fingers ran down his front. Pink lips were upturned in a sideways grin that was gentle yet impish.
"As much as I'm liking the view here Doctor..." he mumurs, "I think it's best you dress properly for a case..." Glancing down he looked at the half done buttons on the brunette's shirt, admiring the pale chest it failed to cover with glazed eyes. The agent looked down and to the side, hiding his face as tanned fingers expertly buttoned him up and brushed his soft skin. The blonde frowned slightly, leaning down to attempt to meet the older man's gaze. "Hey... If I make you uncomfortable, all you have to do is say so and I'll stop..." he coos softly.
He wasn't sure how to say he wanted him to continue with his actions and speak that way more often without sounding too weird... So he settled with one of his typical responses. "I know... I promise I'll tell you if that ever happens..." He meant that so it wasn't a lie. He got a nod in return and he felt that was the end of the awkward situation that was forming. He slid into the passenger side as Edward got in, opening the sunroof as he settled. This was a relief to Reid as they pulled out and he told Edward where to go.
"He's getting bolder and bolder. There was a great possibility he could've been caught last time but now he's left a victim in a highly populated tourist site. It's not an evolution I want to see," he says.
"It is rather odd, that's a major jump to make in just twenty four hours. You think he's been through something recently that's making him act out so radically like this?"
"Has to, I don't see why he would escalate like this otherwise. He was already following the Ripper, maybe the broadcast had a bigger impact on him than we originally thought..."
"If that's the case then the question is 'what was said in that broadcast that made him so confident the Ripper wanted his help'?"
"Exactly..."
They arrived on scene to a crowd bigger than the one the previous day, it looked like the park and every block around it had been blocked off. Even the parking lot was restricted to the point Spencer had to show ID just for Edward to park close. As soon as they parked the blonde caught sight of the elder chief glaring his way, taking a hint and giving an irate scowl. "I don't think I'll be welcome this time around... You go on..."
The brunette looked concerned as he stopped halfway out the door. "This is going to take a while, are you sure you'll be okay sitting out here for so long?"
"Hehe I'll be fine, I'm a big boy. Just because I'm not popular in the sandbox doesn't mean I still can't be king of the playground. Warren's gonna see soon enough he's being ridiculous acting the way he is."
"You can go back and sleep and I'll just call when-"
"Spencer," he says firmly. "Go on. Be a hero and catch a bad guy. I promise I'll be okay." He was smiling but the agent still had a hard time just leaving him alone.
"I'll fill you in when we're done," he promises before meeting up with the squad.
"Agent."
"Chief. So what's situation this time?" he asks, surveying the deceased female splayed out upon the grass. Colsen was right, the Copycat had marked his kill with petals filling her insides.
"Sir, I found this near the dump sight..." He turned at hearing this new voice. The owner was a man about his height and possibly two years younger with cropped black hair and thin rimmed glasses around his baby blue eyes. He was pale complected and lean but fit, and like everyone else he wore a police badge around his neck for clearance purposes. He was holding in his gloved hand a white rag still damp with some substance.
"What'd ya find?" The man held the rag within about a foot of the chief's face, just a safe enough distance.
"Chloroform sir, but from the time of death the examiner is giving me it would seem this was used about two hours prior. Probably to subdue her." He had a timid voice, similar to Reid in that manner. When Warren noticed his confused look however he stopped the male.
"Sorry, Doctor this is officer Michael Hunt, he's been a technical employee of the force for a while but we haven't really needed the extra staffing until now. Hunt this is Special Agent Spencer Reid from the Behavioral Analysis Unit down in Quantico." The officer gave a small smile and offered his unoccupied hand which Reid took kindly.
"It's a pleasure Agent. Just makes me feel a bit inadequate that we can't do this on our own," he says.
"It's uh, it's baffled us in the BAU too so it's not like you're not capable of solving it. Just means we need to pool together to figure this out.." he says encouragingly.
"Right, so Agent, what do you make of all this?" Warren presses.
"Right, well... If anything this shows the Copycat isn't like the Ripper but he definitely wants to be. We know the Ripper charms his victims away without causing a scene but it seems this unsub doesn't have those skills. That's why he has to drug an unsuspecting stranger. His work is incredibly sloppy compared to the Ripper's too, almost like he's not really trying to copy him really, more like worship him... I'd say he's not nearly as prolific as the Ripper..." The two seemed to ponder this as Hunt passed off the evidence to another one of the detectives. Reid was giving the body a once over himself, trying to get a feel for what this unsub wanted to truly accomplish. He looked at the poor woman's cut up face, pity filling him as he choked back nausea. He noticed something odd though, the corner of something white peaked from between her lips. "Excuse me you mind if I...?" He motions to one of the examiners to borrow some tongs. He gently grips the tip and pulls carefully so as to do as little damage as possible.
"Jesus..." Warren shudders. The folded paper was bigger than one would've thought and was slick with fluids, showing she had been alive when it was placed there. Spencer unfolded the paper and motioned for Hunt to hold one corner.
"It's a letter..." Finally something to go on. He then proceeded to read aloud.
'My dearest love,
I sincerely hope you like my gift, I fixed her up in a way I just knew you'd love. Only you understand my art, not like these pathetic insects that wish to end your glorious reign. You have yet to kill again since your message was sent, but I know that you are just biding your time until the perfect moment like you always do. You are indeed perfect. I can barely contain myself in even writing this to you in expression of my undying affection. I dream of our union, how we will make passionate love to one another when the time comes that we finally meet. Two gods among their subjects with the mercy of bloody warriors. Your wish is my command, my god and master. I await your guidance with open arms.
-Your soulmate'
"Shit!" Shit indeed... It was worse than he'd feared, the Copycat was definitely not like his 'master'. He was definitely a classic psycho. He held the Ripper on a pedestal high above man and revered him as something inhuman. He thought all of this was like making art? And even went so far as to voice sexual desire for his idol. "You sure this ain't some crazy bitch stalking her serial killer?"
"Absolutely positive. Not only is the physical evidence against it but these aren't the words of a longing woman. This is a vicious male who thinks he's found his equal or greater. He admires the Ripper for starting his killings and showing him his calling. He's not nearly as smart and collected as his idol. If we don't find him soon, it's only going to get worse.."
"What about the Ripper? What if he was already here before police arrived and knows what this guy wants? They could potentially come together as he said," Hunt voices scanning Reid's face for more.
"I don't think we have to worry about that, we'd already considered the possibility that the two were working together before I was called in and it's definitely not like the Ripper to dote on someone else or hinder his operations by having a second, less experienced party to look after. His underling is sloppy and is more likely to slip up than he is... Plus he doesn't share the same desire to become a pair because it would go against why he began killing..."
"Hmm..." The elder man was showing in age as he took all of this in, hanging on the agent's every word. "Your uh, blonde friend front the BAU... Penelope, sent us a list of possible suspects yesterday evening. I've had officers looking into each one but so far nothing, it's like we're chasing ghosts..." Boy did he know it... Both of them were too stressed to even notice the other officer heading back to the perimeter where some members of the squad were redirecting citizens.
He was falling asleep the way things were going and he needed to stay awake for when Spencer came back. "Ugh..." He shook his head violently, slapping his cheeks. After a few smacks he quirked a brow and thought for a moment in thinking he had heard a pattern to his own wake up method. He tried to replicate it on the dashboard, giving a grin when it began to sound like something. He flipped on some club mix acoustics and continued the thumps, whistling a tune to lead it and mix with the melody. "Alright... Now we're talking..." he mumbles, committing the beats and notes to his declarative memory. This was work shift gold. It wasn't until he noticed that nearly an hour passed that he stopped with his songwriting and made an evaluation of his surroundings. ( Song he was working on: 'Tortuga' by DoubleV & Formal One )
"Hmm... Must be something interesting to poke with a stick over there..." He knew he probably sounded insensitive but let's face it, it was getting hotter as the season went on and that corpse wasn't getting any fresher, had to smell like shit over there especially in the midday heat. He actually had an intense curiosity to know what was going on and what they had found out. He held Spencer in high regards as well and had no doubts he had given them something to use based on what was present. He wouldn't make it known for obvious reasons but this case was going to make or break how he spent the rest of his days. He needed everything that was found out but he knew better than to make the mistake of going in as an escaped witness. The cops all around him were already glancing his way every now and then with wary looks, as if to show how suspicious he looked being the only one sitting nonchalantly in the parking lot. After a while he noticed that one of the detectives he'd seen with Warren earlier had wandered towards the perimeter, pushing his glasses up his nose with his pinky. He wondered, if this was one of the guys who knew everything that went through on the scene then it would be enough to satisfy his curiosity for the time being...
"Hey, excuse me! Sir?" he calls as softly as possible. At first the dark haired man appears not to hear him but soon he looks toward the car and approaches it with a questioning look. He flashes his thousand watt smile as he approaches, trying to appear charming and non threatening despite a lack of need to. "Hi there, my name is Edward Hopkins and you see I've been chauffeuring Agent Spencer Reid around while he's been in town and I actually helped examine the body of a female yesterday?" The blue eyed man visibly flushes, taking in his every word. The blonde could see the obvious admiration in the officer's gaze and would've been more flattered, since he wasn't bad looking himself, if he didn't already have his sights set on another. What was he saying? He never committed to anyone... It was too easy to get hurt...
"U-um, Officer Michael Hunt..." he mumured. Edward nodded respectfully.
"I hope I'm not overstepping any boundaries here by asking, but I was wondering if you might be able to tell me what's going on as of now?" He gestures to the scene.
"I don't think-"
"I would ask Agent Reid to let me in but since the Chief isn't too fond of me I didn't want to risk getting him in trouble. Help me out?" He was so sincere and so persuasive he could've told Michael the grass was red and he would've believed him. Not to mention the man's bedroom eyes were nothing if not alluring. He gave a hesitant glance back at the other officers before licking his lips nervously and nodding.
"Well um, the victim is a young woman with a butterfly tattoo above her collarbone... She was drugged before being captured. And um, the killer left a note for the Ripper in her mouth..."
"Oh? Know what it said per chance?" he inquires with feigned ignorance. The amateur trying to get in touch with his idol certainly would be something indeed, especially if that idol happened to find the rookie killer and used that to his advantage...
"Ummm... He left the body as a present, the police are nothing and the Ripper is a god among men... He wishes to um, m-make love..." He barely got out the last part without being too bashful about it. "He wants to be a pair... Kill together as lovers.."
"You phrase that rather well, not with as much malice as I would expect," he states cooly, watching his expression with a calculating gaze. "It doesn't sound like you're very worried about their joining." Michael looked down, not meeting his eyes.
"Maybe I'm just confident we'll find them.." He ended with connecting blue and green, making the blonde a bit uneasy for some odd reason but it gave him what he wanted.
"Thank you Officer-"
"Michael, please."
"Right. Thank you Michael. I appreciate the help..." This young man, he was like Spencer in a lot of ways... But the brunette agent was too innocent...
By the time Spencer had finished up and the squads were clearing off, it was around four thirty. Talk about a long day, even though it had been only four hours... The green choice of wardrobe had helped in the midday heat at least, the body, not so much. It was only getting warmer from this point on anyway what with summer being on the way. ( Lol summer, it's always so weird for me to type the season my name translates to. ) He needed to call Hotch, two bodies in two days with a new profile was something they needed in the system. He knew from his last conversation with Garcia though that the team was on another case and couldn't be directed away from it. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose frustratedly. He wasn't cut out for this, he was just a freaky genius with the potential of a psychotic break.
Whoa. Where did that come from? He actually stopped himself from surprise at his own thoughts. He hadn't delved into his greatest fear in a while thanks to the support of his team. Was his time away from them possibly getting to him? But even so, he never linked possible schizophrenia to a psychotic break... What was up with that?
A sound. Faint whistling in a particular tone that reminders him of a Victorian pirate tune. "What in the world...?" He followed the sound to the parking lot where he couldn't help but watch in awe at the blonde in the front seat of the black mustang with the electric green flames. He was whistling that tune while tapping his nails and palm on the dashboard in rhythm. He nodding his head in a way that suggested he was thinking while he occupied his time with music.
He crossed the distance between them with a small smile that was returned once emerald green eyes flicked his way on instinct. "Hey there Agent, working hard or hardly working?" he teases.
Spencer shakes his head, getting into the passenger side with a sigh. "Feels like a little bit of both."
The blonde gave a half grin and exhaled sharply in humor, propping himself on the steering wheel and taking in the brunette's overall appearance. Not so bright, a bit slouched, frustration pouring off of him in waves. "Hmm, you know what? The day's still young, I'm taking you out."
Spencer gasped in air and looked over at the driver. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Guys night out. I'm taking you out and turning that frown upside down, er whatever the hell the kids are saying these days heh," he says starting the car. "Ten bucks you feel better at the end of the night." He winked, sending Reid into a mental fit, but the kind that involved his mind going in the gutter...he didn't go there often.
"I'm not so sure I-" Before he could finish the sentence Edward lurched forward out of the parking lot at a dangerous speed. Without meaning to the older man let out a small shriek that came out as a squeal.
"Haha! That was fucking adorable!" Ed swerves around the corner as the agent frantically buckles in and grabs for anything in reach, internal predator ready to pounce on the cute older male.
"What the hell?! You realize you're driving with a federal agent!"
"Calm your tits Pretty Boy! Live a little would ya?" He was flooring it and weaving through traffic like it was nothing! How the hell hadn't he been pulled over? And why was he always Pretty Boy?! He knew Edward was just being himself, it was fun to him and if he would loosen up he knew Spencer would enjoy the rush too. "Come on I know you and I didn't have much of an adolescence but delinquency is kind of a right of passage for anyone!"
"It's also what leads to the majority of teens getting their first experience with law enforcement!" Edward screeched to a stop in front of small gravel road long enough to let a man cross, but sped back up once he was over. They were heading down a private road the agent was unaware of. He didn't recognize anything and he could barely keep up with their surroundings until suddenly, out of nowhere, Edward slowed and came to a gentle stop, not on a road but in grass at the end of the beaten path. "W-where are we?"
"Hm. Take a look..." The brunette released his vice grip on the car and licked his chapped lips, looking around and trying to get an idea of their location. It was just grass, a tree or two... A river. A bridge overlooking it far off in the distance. Brooklyn River. There was no one around, there wasn't a sound to be heard this far out.
"It's beautiful..."
"Yeah, most people don't believe places like this still exist in the city. But if you look hard enough, you can find beauty in anything. Even in the things everyone else finds repulsive. Whether it be a person with a rancid soul, something that at first glance appears ugly, or even something that is so simple it doesn't seem like it could be anything extraordinary or become more than it is. Give it a chance though, and it may surprise you in ways you never imagined. The same goes for you," he ended poetically.
"Huh?" he murmurs.
"You give yourself a hard time Spencer, I can see it. You work yourself so hard and even at your best you think you fall short. You feel like you're not worthy of this case and you're not extraordinary enough to catch two criminals that have eluded capture for three years. But the thing is, the police? Warren? All of them. They were lost without you. I can see it in the way they act towards you, they hold the highest respect for you. They may not completely understand you and know how much you pressure yourself, but they can tell you won't give up until you give them everything they need to catch these guys. You're like this place Spencer...but there's not another person out there like you. So for once, give yourself a little credit and enjoy the little things okay?"
He'd left Reid speechless. What was he to say to something so kind? Was that really what he did? Did his best and sold himself short? He remembered what he had told Hotch when he told him he had been chosen for this case. He didn't think he was capable, yet he had a profile within the first twenty four hours of being in New York. He thought this would all overwhelm him yet here he was still in one piece. He had begun to fear his genetics again and just before he could dwell too much on it this kind hearted musician was there with beautiful words to make it all seem like some silly fear that could be fixed with a smile. "Edward I-"
He felt a finger press against his lips. "Just try and have fun with me tonight. Please?" His minuscule smile was so softens his voice so gentle...
"I'll try..." he murmured against his touch. The younger man beamed at this and unbuckled, rolling down the windows and getting out.
"Come on." The brunette wasn't sure what he was planning but did as he asked, following him to the trunk where Edward revealed a cooler. "I uh, kind of stay prepared hehe," he says with a chuckle. He pulled it out followed by a big blanket and rounded the car with Reid in tow. Placing the fabric on the ground he gestured for him to sit. Reid felt himself blush at the sweet offer. Dear lord if his team could see him now... Riverside relaxation with this glorious specimen that now sat beside him, rummaging through the freezing contents in a cooler... "I get free samples from the club so I have variety," he says, showing that the container was filled with various flavor of wines.
"I take it wine is your alcohol of choice?"
"Duh. Who doesn't love fruit? I mean any kind will do but some are just too bleh in taste for me." Spencer had to smile at his childish response of fruit and bleh tastes.
"Don't you ever think you might be drinking just a little too much?"
"Not really. Wine's one of the more diluted beverages and I usually space it out enough I'm never really at a BAL ( Blood Alcohol Level ) of over .02 so it's not like I'm endangering anyone. When I do drink a bit more though I've found I don't really experience impaired judgement like most would. I act little stupid but I'm guilty of being a man so it's gonna happen. I'm usually in control of myself though. Pretty sure Nicky got me drunk on New Years though... If she wasn't lesbian I'd say she did it to fondle me in my sleep..." Spencer laughed at that, actually relaxing a bit and leaning back on Edward's blanket.
"This one time on my birthday my teammate Derek gave me a shot of vodka at this party he'd put together in my apartment and I kid you not my eidetic memory was impaired for almost the entire night. I'm lucky to even remember the incident at all," he muses. Edward was laughing pretty heartily himself at the idea of a drunken Reid asking what he did the night before.
"I can totally see you being the life of the party when wasted." He offers the cooler to Spencer. "Here, take your pick and we'll share." The agent shifted the bottles around before settling on blueberry based wine that looked a little on the expensive side. "Nice, you have worthy taste buds young Paddawan."
"So now you're my Jedi master?"
"Much to learn, you have."
"I am older than you ya know?"
"No way, you gotta be like twenty years young Smalls." Neither could remember the last time they had had so much fun. They were both laughing and getting on like life long friends and yet there was that extra something that made it more enjoyable. Each was a nerd in their own right but Edward had more of a connection with music and popular culture while Spencer had more of a mathematical superiority. Both talked on it more as the wine was poured and drank.
"So you played the piano with this autistic boy simply by using mathematical principles?"
"It's not that difficult actually you simply have to associate each individual key with its possible variables before acting them out."
"Man, I don't think I could ever think about music like that. When you say it like that it feels like it's more of a chore to play than it is an expression of passion. I mean why make music if there's no emotion in it or any to be inflicted?" The blonde had let Spencer have his first few drinks from the bottle and had taken it a few minutes later to sample it himself. At the moment neither protested against the exchange of saliva.
"I suppose that's its purpose really. To lull us or to invoke some sort of psychological reaction. Make us relate to it and feel our own emotions on a greater level. Of course it can also serve to excite is and release endorphins which is primarily the kind of songs you do in your line of work."
"Mm, excite in what way?" he purrs with a smirk.
The agent turns several shades of red once again, fueling the blonde's desire for him. He was so slick about it though Spencer couldn't tell if he was seriously flirting or just teasing.
"You'd be surprised though, I have been known to charm with a nice ballad," he recants with a wink, showing he was indeed trying to attempt seriousness. "John Fields' Nocturne No.2 is one of my favorites." His eyes soften for a moment though, his sexual desire and restraining tendencies fading away. "Actually, my favorite song is one sung by Julie London. Cry Me A River. I remember the first time I ever listened to it, I actually did cry. Like a little bitch really, hehe. It's beautiful though..." Spencer found himself being moved by the younger man's obvious passion and emotion, taking the bottle back and drinking a bit more as he laid back. Maybe today wasn't so bad after all. He ended up growing closer to Edward and at least for now everything seemed like it would turn out alright...and it was only six o'clock...
Oh I'm such a bitch :D. Cliffhangers keep you interested though and it saves me extensive writing so yeah. Hey I'm lazy like that and I'm busy. Besides this should give you plenty to think on, what with another killer and some new chemistry between our boys ;). Reviews are greatly appreciated and they definitely make me squeal. Just ask anyone at my school lol. Until next time beautiful creatures!
