They had been in the gym for about an hour. Spencer sat on the bench and did some paperwork, went over some files, but mostly watched Tammy.
She went to the treadmill first and jogged for about 10 minutes; she then moved to the bunching bag and beat the crap of the poor thing for about 30 minutes. Regardless of how brutal her attacks were, Spencer was awe at just how amazing sophisticated she looked. She wasn't just randomly punching and kicking, it was all perfectly choreographed. She moved like an exquisite ballet dancer, gliding across her stage, the spotlight and all eyes on her.
'All eyes', as Spencer soon noticed, was not just a saying. It seemed as though with each tick of the minute hand on his watch, another man was staring at her, his thoughts most obviously anything but pure. It took all forms of self-control that Spencer had to not just drag her out of the gym and up to their room, away from all lurking eyes. Aside from his, of course.
But alas, he refrained from doing it. He just sat on his bench and planned the death of each and every other man in the gym.
After her 'dance' with the punching bag, Tammy went over to the treadmill once more and started a slow, easy jog.
Before long, one of the more brave men got up from the weight bench he was at and sauntered over to her.
Spencer wasn't quite sure what happened, but judging by the shocked expression on the guys face and the smug smirk on Tammy's face as she strutted away from him, Spencer couldn't help but smile.
He watched her walk over to him, grab the folders scattered around the bench, and walk out of the gym. Spencer smiled wider and followed her, feeling the jealous and shocked eyes of every other man on his back.
She knew he was watching her. She really didn't think that he tried to hide it. And if he was, well, then he obviously failed at hide-and-seek as a young child.
As she jogged on the treadmill, Tammy allowed her mind to wander yet again. This time, however, it wasn't directed towards the killer. No, this time, it took a much better path. And path called Spencer.
When she first saw him, she had convinced herself that it was just lust, that she couldn't like him because she knew nothing about him. As time advanced forward, so did her feelings, and 'just lust' soon became 'just a crush'. A crush on the quiet guy who she would sometimes see sitting in the park everyday, then go weeks without a single sighting. A crush on the man who loved to play chess, read so fast that she was amazed his eyes hadn't fallen out and seemed so shy and yet great with the kids that wandered over from the day-camps.
But she never per-sued this crush. She didn't really believe in relationships. After living with her whore of a mother, who would screw any and everything that moved, not caring a single bit about the family or the man she was married to, than having her father start a new relationship with a woman that Tammy has yet to meet while still married to her mother, well, it wasn't the healthiest environment for her views on love to grow.
Besides, it was just a crush. It would pass soon. That's what she told herself the first month. And the second. And the third. Eventually she got tired of it and just made a move.
She didn't think he'd call her though. And now she'll never know if he would've or not.
Tammy was pulled form her thoughts when one of the skeezy slime-balls that had been undressing her with his eyes walked over and started flirting with. She wasn't exactly sure what happened, she had just let her years of experience take over and before she knew it, she was with Spencer in the elevator.
She stole a glance at him. He was tense and in his eyes were rage, jealousy, and pride.
Wait? Jealousy?
He was jealous? Cool.
The elevator doors opened and they walked out towards their room. Spencer took the liberty of opening the door an, before he could get a word in, Tammy was in the shower, washing away all evidence of her workout.
Spencer fell back onto his bed ad listened to sounds of water rushing through worn pipes.
He forced himself to relax, knowing very well that if he let his emotions get the better of him, he'd be taken off of the case. If that happened, he wouldn't be able to do a damn thing to help get Tammy out of danger. And there was no way that he was going to let that happen.
From now on, he would be nothing but professional.
As he lay there, Spencer could feel himself getting drowsy, the sounds of the shower lulling him peacefully to sleep.
'Don't fall asleep.' He demanded himself mentally, 'You can't protect someone if you're asleep.'
Tammy stepped out of the steamy bathroom wrapped in an amazingly short, white fluffy towel in search of her clothes.
Her search stopped short, however, when she saw Dr. Reid napping contently, still fully decked out in his work clothes. She laughed a little when she saw his Converse.
Deciding to leave him be, Tammy quietly walked over to her bed and grabbed her duffel bag before returning to the bathroom to change.
Spencer awoke sometime later feeling fully rested.
He slowly opened his eyes ad was greeted by a soft mix of natural and artificial light. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed the faint sound of what seemed to be the rapid changing of television channels.
"-left three dead-"
"-but Micheal!-"
"-seven! one, two, three,-"
"-vote for-"
Curiosity finally over-took him and Spencer sat up and looked over to the area of the television. He laughed when he saw Tammy sitting on the edge of her bed- dressed in light-wash jeans and a red tank top- glaring at the television screen in frustration.
"You alright?" He asked with a smile. She turned to look at him, offered a smile and replied, "There's nothing on."
He laughed quietly and lifted off of his bed, walking over to her. He took the remote and pressed random numbers, which happened to be just the right code for Comedy Central.
"Show off." She mumbled with a pout, though Spencer could swear that he saw a smile somewhere in there. "Go wash up." She demanded in good humor while nodding towards the bathroom, "We're going to brunch with Emily and Tansy at ten thirty."
"When did we make those plans?" He asked with a smile.
She looked up at him, a blank expression on her face. "When you were asleep."
"Yeah, sorry about -"
"Don't be," She interrupted, "I woke you up a six, you can nap. Besides, it's not like the guy is going to break into the hotel room. And even if he did, I'm sure the noise would wake you up."
"True." He nodded in agreement before walking into the bathroom and closing the door.
He came out a few minutes later- face washed, teeth brushed, the works- and heard what sounded like Tammy singing along with whatever show she was watching.
"-our guy love! That's all it is. Guy love! He's mine, I'm his. There's nothing gay about it, in our ey-"
She stopped short and looked at him.
"What?" She asked in response to the amused look he was giving her, "You've never sang along to you're favorite shows?"
"My shows don't sing." He told her with a smile.
"Well what kind of shows are those?" She shouted as she sprang off of her bed and turned off the tv. She went to the bed-side table, grabbed her cell phone and his gun and badge. She out the phone in her pocket and handed him his things.
"Come on," She told him as she walked to the door, "Time for brunch."
He took a look at the clock- 10:12, how long had he been asleep?- grabbed his phone and a keycard, and followed Tammy out.
A/N: Finally got my early GED (whoot whoot!) and moved into my dorm (tee-hee, MY dorm) so there's less stress in my life- for now. And the approaching Winter Break all means more updates. Now, a quick preview of Cherry vs. Lime
He saw her first at physical therapy... her clenched jaw and focused eyes gave away the pain she was trying to hide... She worked at the bookstore, what a delightful twist of fate... and dear God, why was she here? Wait, she's going to the mail boxes. She lives here?... "Cherry's better." He heard her say. "We're all open to our opinions." He told her, "Even though yours is wrong." He finished jokingly. He walked away, but took a second to look back. She was leaning against the mailboxes, arms crossed, playfully glaring at him...
Oh, and the lyrics are 'Guy Love' preformed by Zach Braff and Donald Faison in the Scrubs episode My Musical. I can sing every song in that episode :) lol
