Spencer rushed after the speeding woman, weaving through the unbelievably large crowds of Vegas.

"Tammy!" He shouted after her. She didn't even spare him a glance.

"Goddamnit." He muttered under his breath when he lost sight of her.

Nothing was going right. Throughout the entire meal, Tammy had done everything she could to keep the…whatever it was, from Emily and Tansy, while still making sure he knew she was mad at him. And he couldn't blame her. She had no warning of anything being wrong with what they were doing; she was in an ignorant bliss that was destroyed by reality. She wasn't just hurt, but blindsided by the hurt. He didn't expect her to get over it quickly.

Spencer jumped at the sound of someone talking directly behind his ear.
"That woman," Tansy had begun as she placed her hands on her hips and looked in the direction that Tammy was heading, "just doesn't seem to understand what you guys are here for."

You have no idea.

Just as Spencer finished his thought, Tansy turned to glare at him.

"What happened?" a sinister voice that truly couldn't belong to someone so pixie like asked.

Or maybe you do.

Spencer- trying to avoid the creepy woman and restart the hunt for Tammy- denied any and everything.

"Nothing happened." He insisted as he made his move to leave.

A vice-like grip stopped him.

"Listen here, Dr. Reid," The menacing voice started again, "Tammy is my best friend. I know her better than she knows herself, and certainly better than you. You don't know shit about her, and all she knows is her pain. I know her work pain, her parental pain, her societal pain, her personal pain and definitely her boy pain. I'll ask again:
What. Happened?"

Spencer stared at her wide-eyed, literally to scared form a response.

"Tansy!" Someone called from behind. The two turned to Emily walking up to them.

Thank God.

"Leave Spencer alone. Let him make his death bed in peace." The noirette ordered as she directed the angry raven-haired pixie down the street.


Tammy opened the hotel room door with the key she got from the front desk- telling them something about having lost her own. It was a little unsettling that she could so easily get a key to any hotel room so long as she knew the name of whoever rented the room. But it worked in her favor right now, so she didn't give it a second thought.

She threw the key on the table by the door and flopped down on the nearest bed, not caring if it was her's or Spencer's.

After not thirty seconds she laid down, her head began to throb painfully.
Sitting up instantly, she brought the heals of her hands to her temples and pressed as hard as she could in a futile effort to stop the throbbing. It wasn't often that Tammy got headaches-probably once or twice a year- but when they came, they kicked her ass.

The electric pain began moving from her forehead down to sides and base of her skull as the throbbing moved to the top of her scalp. She could feel the tears start to form in her eyes as she tried laying down again- only to make both pains worse. This was unquestionably one of the worst headaches she's had yet. Just the thought of moving anymore seemed absolutely ridiculous.

In the silence of the room, Tammy could hear the sound of footsteps from down the hall. She was praying that they weren't Spencer's. Before the headache, she was ready to talk with him, but now, she was just ready for some prescription grade ibuprofen and a head-transplant.

In the midst of her prayers/chants/pathetic begging, the door opened and was promptly slammed shut.

Shit! She mentally screamed at the new rush of pain.

"What the hell do you think you were doing, Tamatha!" He shouted, the ringing of his voice echoing through the room and beating Tammy's head like a mallet.

Please stop talking. Please stop talking. Please stop talking.

"Do you have any idea what the hell could have happened to you?" He yelled again. This time, Tammy couldn't suppress the whimper of pain that came the horrid spasm of agony that shot through her head. In that second, Spencer's entire demeanor changed.

"Tammy?" He asked, much quieter, as he moved towards. "Are you alright?"

Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking.

"Tammy?"

A wave of nausea barreled through her as the headache worsened.

Oh God, please please please stop talking.

"Tammy, what happened? What's wrong?" He asked in concern, trying to place a hand on her shoulder.

She shrugged it off violently and rushed to the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind her. She opened the toilet lid and seat and sat down in front of the porcelain bowl. She hated this part. The undefined amount of time between the final stage of nausea of the actual release of vomiting.

A knock on the door sent another wave of pain through Tammy's aching head.

"Are you alright, Tammy?" Spencer shouted through the door.

"Please go away." She begged in a combination of a moan and a pitiful whine.

There were a few moments of silence before the quieted reply, "Let me if you need anything."

She listened to him walk away from the bathroom door before focusing back on the open toilet, waiting for this all to be over.


Spencer sat on his bed, closest to the bathroom, and picked up a book.

He remembered going through all of this during his detox. It sucked, it was horrible, and the entire time he was glad that no one was there to bother him. And he would give Tammy that same honor.

After some time of sorta-but-not-really reading his book, Spencer heard the painful sounds of vomiting and retching coming from the bathroom. He felt horrible, not being able to be there with her, to rub her back and hold her hair, but she wanted to be alone. And she locked him out.

Shortly after she stop retching, the sound of the shower rang through the walls. Spencer closed his book and got off of his bed. He went to the window and closed the blinds, loosened the once tightly-tucked blankets of Tammy's bed and went over to her bag. There, he got out a pair of loose pajama pants, a large shirt and one of her many sports bras. Figuring she wouldn't be too happy with him going through her panties and she could use what she already had on, he folded the clothes and placed them at the bathroom door.

A few minutes later, he heard the bathroom door open. He watched two arms reach out and pick up the clothes, then retract back into the bathroom and the door closed once again. Not soon after, a frail Tammy trudged out of the bathroom and right to her bed, pulling the covers close and evading the world.

Forty-five minutes, Tammy was completely unconscious and Spencer came to the realization that never in his life had he had to pee so bad. He rose up off of his bed and walk to the bathroom. The shower walls were still slightly wet and the counter top was littered with things ranging from mouthwash to Advil.

After Spencer's...erm...business was done, he washed his hands like a good little boy and went back to the main room. There, he saw Tammy rolling over under the blankets, turning to face him. She slowly opened her eyes and a sleepy smile graced her lips when she caught sight of him.

Spencer smiled back and walked over to her, kneeling down to her eye-level.

"You feeling better?" He asked softly, brushing some loose hair behind her ear.

She smiled again and nodded slightly.

"Do you need anything? Water, more Advil?"

She brought a hand out from under the covers and made the 'come here' motion with two fingers. He leaned in closer and her hand came to rest on his cheek.

She leaned forward and lightly pressed her lips to his, lingering for a few blissful seconds before pulling away.

"Thank you." She whispered with a dreamy smile and look in her eyes.

"For what?"

"For taking care of me." She told him sweetly before kissing him once more. They pulled away from each other and just stayed there, neither ready to end the sweet moment. When Tammy had to stifle a yawn, Spencer laugh quietly and kissed her forehead.

"Go back to sleep," He told her, "I'll be here when you wake up."

She smiled once more before her eyelids fell.

A/N: This was actually suppose to be the sex scene, but as you can tell, it didn't work out that way. *sigh*
Well, either way, I kinda like how this turned out. It's a view on the sweet side of their 'relationship', as oppose to
sex-run side that's been so prominent. There are two things that happened in this chapter that relate to the case, see
you can find them. Oh, and I feel off of my roof last weekend. No serious damage, just a broken wrist so I have to
type in intervals. I don't know how long it will be for the next update, so please be patient.
Reviews may help heal my wrist faster ;)
...Probably won't, but what the hell! Worth a shot, right?