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Chapter 7: Spencer's Ashley
After breakfast, Spencer got Ashley settled on her couch, claiming that the brunette shouldn't be moving around so much. Ashley laughed at the blonde because she felt she was really starting to feel better; being in the CIA for so long, injuries just became second nature. Despite her efforts, Ashley found herself sitting on the couch under a blanket waiting for Spencer to shower and get ready for the day, or at this point, the afternoon.
Spencer emerged in a casual outfit and settled on the couch facing Ashley. "I just want to check on all the injuries, if you don't mind." Ashley smiled at the young doctor and nodded her head.
Spencer was much more concerned with Ashley's injuries than Ashley was. Spencer checked all the stitches, Ashley's slightly swollen eye, and her ribs before letting out a sigh of relief knowing they were healing properly. In the meantime, Ashley was enjoying having the blonde so close. I have got to stop thinking like that Ashley thought while fighting the urge to groan at how easily Spencer could get under her skin.
"Thank you again for everything Spencer. I will be out of here in a few days, since you insist on me staying longer." Ashley knew she had to leave soon, she was putting Spencer in danger, and Ashley was also starting to get concerned over how attached she was becoming to the blonde. She needed to get away for everyone's sake.
"A few days? Let's try a month buddy. I can't have you leaving when your stitches aren't even out! Especially if you plan on going out to do crazy, spy, CIA avoiding things. You have to stay longer! I would never be able to sleep if I just sent you out there all broken."
"Spencer, I am far from broken. I told you I have been way worse, you should have seen Sp-" Before the brunette could finish, she was interrupted by Spencer.
"Spain. I know, I know how this is like nothing compared to Spain and who knows where else, Jamaica or Sweden, or wherever, but this is the first time someone has stumbled to my door half dead. And after all the time I put into saving you, I don't want you dying just because you get all antsy and can't stay a few days longer. Stay a month, please? I am asking you to stay for me, my peace of mind."
The blonde was worried. She honestly didn't want to see Ashley get hurt again. It scared her half to death to see Ashley's almost lifeless face, she never wanted to see the curly haired girl like that again.
Ashley was at a loss. She knew she should leave. Not only did she need to compile a new life and identity while avoiding the CIA, she was worried about how hard it would be to leave the blonde since she was already unhappy about leaving after knowing her for only three days.
On top of that, Ashley didn't want to lose another argument to the blonde because it was adorable when Spencer pouted. I am soo not a push over.
"Okay, I'll make you a deal. Two weeks, no longer than that. That is even enough time for you to be the one to remove my stitches." Good job Ashley, not a push over my ass.
Spencer grinned, two weeks was certainly better than a few days, so she agreed to the deal. "You know, one of these days you are going to have to tell me what happened in Spain…"
Ashley laughed. "All in good time, all in good time." If Spencer couldn't handle seeing what happened with Aiden, she might die if she heard about Spain.
"You know Spencer, I can't keep stealing your bed. I felt so guilty this morning when I saw you sleeping on that chair. I can go to a hotel or something, it isn't a big deal."
"No!" Spencer definitely didn't mean to scream that at Ashley, but she really didn't want the brunette leaving so soon. "I mean no, you don't have to do that Ashley. It's a big bed, we can share, or I could sleep on the couch, but you need to sleep, and on a bed, despite how well you think you are healing."
Ashley smiled again; she liked how eager Spencer was to keep her here. If Ashley had to be stuck here for two weeks, she wanted to spend as much time with the blonde as she could.
"But we do have to figure out what I am going to say to my friends and family. I can't just hide from them for two weeks with you. They are probably going to have to meet you, so we need a cover."
"I have to meet your family?" Ashley was panicked at this thought. She had met countless ambassadors, presidents, even royalty, but meeting a girl's family was never something that Ashley had to do.
Spencer grinned, it was nice seeing the calm and collected Ashley get nervous over something as silly as meeting her family. Spencer and her family were pretty close, so hiding the brunette would prove to be fairly difficult, it was the only solution that Spencer could come up with.
"Don't worry Ashley, they are nice. Nosey, but nice. I am sure a big, bad ass spy like you can handle my dad and two brothers."
Ashley was getting ready to tell Spencer that she wasn't worried at all (despite having bats in her stomach at the mere thought of meeting them) when she heard a key in the front door lock. Ashley jumped up, pulling the blonde behind her body and reaching for her knives before the door was completely open.
Spencer's head was still reeling from the Ashley's sudden movements when she spotted Chelsea walking through the front door. Spencer quickly grabbed Ashley's arm that was ready to throw a knife directly into her best friend while shouting out a quick, "Chelsea! What are you doing here, and why are you breaking into my apartment?"
Ashley instantly relaxed. Whether it was from Spencer continuing to hold onto her arm or the fact that it wasn't a CIA officer here to kill them both, the spy couldn't be sure. It is definitely because she wasn't a CIA officer. Even Ashley had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at her own self-conscious.
"Spencer! I don't think it is considered breaking in if I have a key." Chelsea let out a laugh, while the blonde nervously fidgeted behind Ashley. Aww, Ashley was protecting me from whoever was coming in Spencer now realized, finally allowing for her brain to catch up with the current events happening in her home.
"Actually, it is considered breaking and entering even if you have a key, if you are not a resident in the home, or given an invitation by the owner." Ashley replied before even thinking.
Both Chelsea and Spencer gave the brunette a strange look. Spencer maneuvered her way to stand next to Ashley, instead of behind her, but never let go of the brunette's arm, wanting to keep her calm in the situation. Yea, that is definitely the reason I'm still touching Ashley.
"Well, thanks for the tip, strange brunette who looks like she got ran over by a car." Chelsea was confused. When her friend ushered her out of the door yesterday, she assumed she was rolling around in a bed with Ashley Stanford. Unless Spencer got a lot whorey-er in the last 48 hours, Chelsea assumed that Ashley Stanford was not the girl Spencer was trying to hide from her. So this left the question of whom the fuck was standing in her best friend's living room looking like she finished a boxing match while Spencer was showering?
"Chelsea, this is Ashley. Ashley, this is Chelsea, my best friend." Spencer could see the confusion all over her friend's face. She knew this must look weird, especially considering that the blonde was still gently grasping Ashley's arm and had obviously just gotten out of the shower. Never mind the fact that this Ashley was definitely a different Ashley than the one she was suppose to meet on her blind date.
Ashley was still trying to figure out where her California State breaking and entering turrets came from. Usually she was much cooler in surprising situations. She was a spy for god's sake. Get it together Davies. A girl touches your arm and you turn into a drooling mess. Ashley had to break the tension somehow so she tried to put her spy skills to use by lying, "It's nice to meet you Chelsea. Spencer has told me so much about you!"
"That's nice of her. Hey Spence, you mind telling me anything about Ashley here?"
Chelsea didn't mean to sound like a bitch, but she was really confused. She walked further into her best friend's apartment and found herself on the couch with Spencer, while Ashley mumbled out a, "I'll give you guys a few minutes," and headed towards the kitchen.
"Okay, spill, Spence. Who is that cute brunette? How'd she get that black eye and cut on her head? Is she the one that you were hiding here yesterday? What happened to my Ashley? You had sex with someone that was injured?"
"Whoa, whoa, one question at a time. It is kind of a long story, but I guess I have to tell you." Spencer was screwed, they never came up with a cover and her friend was far too eager to be brushed off now.
Ashley was in the kitchen, but luckily she had a great view of the living room from the kitchen counter. She couldn't hear the two girls speaking, but she was damned good at reading lips. Okay Spencer, don't blow this, keep it simple was all Ashley could think.
"Well, see, I was running late for my blind date. I got caught up writing- it's a great story Chelsea!" Chelsea gave Spencer a harsh look, conveying the fact that Chelsea wanted to hear about the hot brunette and not about Spencer's story.
"Okay, sorry, so I was like 40 minutes late, but I rushed over to the coffee shop hoping that your Ashley was still there. Then I saw my Ashley" Spencer grinned at how "my Ashley" sounded, "sitting at a table reading the paper, and I assumed she was my date. So I walked up to her and started apologizing and talking a mile a minute like usual. And my Ashley was giving me this funny/amused look, so I just kept talking and I mentioned that I was writing, and then she asked me about my writing. Anyways, we just sort of started talking and then I found out from the waitress that my Ashley wasn't your Ashley, so I got really mad at her and left. But then she chased me down and my Ashley apologized and said she was just really interested in what I was saying. So then my Ashley walked me to work because I had this shift and it was like really great and nice and she was so sweet."
Ashley was never happier for the ability to read lips until this moment. Hearing Spencer giving Chelsea little details and the "cute things" that she did when they first met was great. Ashley started to feel a little guilty eavesdropping, but obviously she had to pay attention so she could hear the cover story. Yea, right Davies.
"So you never met my Ashley?" Chelsea asked, and the blonde nodded. "What are the odds of that Spence! It sounds like such a weird book or romantic comedy that Jennifer Aniston would star in." Spencer couldn't help but laugh at this because if Chelsea knew the whole truth, she would definitely see how strange the entire situation really was.
"So was your Ashley all injured when you met her?"
Without thinking the blonde replied, "No, I had to save her and fix her up."
Chelsea was shocked, "What do you mean save her?"
Both the blonde and the brunette were thinking the same thing: Oh shit.
"Um, well, as I was walking into the hospital, Ashley was walking out into the street, and she had this accident… Um- someone hit her with a car!"
Oh god Ashley thought, so much for a simple cover story, but she continued to watch Spencer and Chelsea interact.
"No way Spence! Someone hit her with a car?"
"Yes! That is what happened, and luckily I saw it. And I rushed over to help her." Spencer winced at how bad this cover was turning out, it sounded like a corny soap opera.
"Who was the person that hit her?"
"Um, I don't know, it was a hit and run!"
"Man, first a mugging to a poor tourist and now a hit and run! What is happening to this town? Why didn't I read about it in the paper, and why is your Ashley here and not in the hospital?"
Ashley was now pacing in the kitchen. This story had gone from bad to worse, but Chelsea seemed to be buying it. It seems that Chelsea never noticed that when her friend lied she constantly touched her face. At least some of the cover story was based in truth. That made it a little easier to believe. Then again, the truth seems much more far-fetched than the story Spencer was coming up with.
"Those are great questions Chelsea." Spencer was a little stuck. She looked into her kitchen and saw the pacing brunette. Spencer knew she had to come up with something.
"You didn't hear about it because we never reported it to the cops! Because um, Ashley doesn't have health insurance! I snuck her into the hospital and fixed her up without telling anyone! Otherwise she couldn't afford the health care. And if we reported it to the cops then they would ask how she was treated and then I would get in trouble! So I saved her, and she kind of saved me too. But see my Ashley is from out of town, and I refused to let her go home alone, so I told her to stay here until she was healed. But we haven't, like, done anything Chelsea, I swear. I have just been taking care of her."
Ashley wanted to laugh. That story was by far one of the most complicated covers she has been involved in, but at least it is somewhat close to the truth. Based on all of Spencer's spy skills, it is best if the blonde wasn't forced to lie too much.
"Spencer. That is honestly the craziest story ever. You guys are like meant to be. I mean come on, imagine telling your grandkids that is how you met the love of your life!"
Spencer's eyes got wide at the mention of this kind of relationship with the brunette spy. Spencer and Chelsea both turned their heads towards the kitchen when they heard something break in there.
Spencer looked at a sheepish and slightly anxious looking brunette. "Sorry guys, I just dropped a cup." Spencer wanted to laugh out loud at how cute the brunette was; she obviously heard Chelsea's comment about grandkids.
"Hey, Spencer's Ashley, come here so I can apologize and get to know you better!" Chelsea cheerfully hollered from the living room.
Ashley shuffled into the room with a smile.
"Well it seems like you lucked out in meeting my best friend Spencer here."
Spencer slightly blushed. The brunette smiled at Chelsea, but looked at Spencer while she said, "Chelsea, you have no idea how lucky I am to have met Spencer."
This comment caused the blonde to blush even more and for Chelsea to chuckle at both of the girls. Chelsea's only reply to the brunette was, "Spencer's Ashley, I think I am going to like you."
