I'm so glad all of you are enjoying this! Wow, such great responses lol. I am really, really happy to be back here :D Anyways, this drabble is for those of you that wanted to know more about Spencer and Gwen :D Here's another section from what I, at one point, was going to make as a story. Sigh, it never happened, but it left me these random scenes. This one is later in the day after my earlier Spencer?Gwen scene! :D So, hope you like it!
A disgruntled Spencer took his seat at the table, using another chair to prop his legs up on like he was ordered to do. Only when he was situated did Gwen give a satisfied nod. He couldn't help crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child. "Why can't I help?" he whined.
Gwen leaned in and tweaked his nose before disappearing behind the counter. "You'd only be in the way!" she called back to him. "You can barely even walk. I should have thought of that before setting this up!"
"I'm not a child!" Spencer shouted back to her. When she laughed, he stuck his tongue out in her general direction just as the door to the diner opened. Emily walked in first, a laugh already on her lips. "Very mature looking, Dr. Reid." She teased him. Right on her heels was Dave, then Morgan and Hotch.
Flushing, Spencer started to shift his legs off the chair. "Please, have a seat." He said, gesturing to the open chairs. There were plenty for everyone to sit in but he didn't want to take up another chair around the large table with his legs. It made him feel silly.
Unfortunately, Gwen chose that moment to come out with some cups and a carafe of coffee. "Spencer Reid, put your legs back up on that chair!" She snapped. Her voice was stern but her eyes were laughing when she set the cups in the middle of the table, turning one over and putting it in front of Spencer. "Please, everyone, help yourself if you want coffee. If not, I've got plenty else I can bring out." She told them all while she poured Spencer's coffee.
Once she was done, she set the carafe in the center, pulled over the sugar dish and started to add sugar to Spencer's cup while she flashed her grin at the others. "Dinner will be served shortly. Tonight on the menu I was in a mood so I made Arrosto Morto con Aglio e Ramerino."
It didn't escape her notice that Dave lit up a little at that one. She flashed him a grin that he easily returned. "I haven't had that in years." He said happily.
Gwen chuckled. "That's right, you're Italian. Ah, well, you should enjoy the night because that's the mood I've been in. I have a great bottle of wine breathing to go with dinner and I'll bring it out in about a half an hour. I also have some bruschetta and pinzimonio that I'll serve momentarily. We can snack on those while we wait. Now, enjoy your drinks and if anyone wants anything else before the wine gets here, please, feel free to let me know when I come back out."
The minute she was in the kitchen again, all eyes turned to Spencer. "She owns this place?" Aaron asked, one eyebrow quirked up, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Spencer sighed. Damn Gwen for leaving him to answer all the questions. He shifted uncomfortably, deliberately keeping his aching leg down despite her order to put it on the chair. "Yeah, she owns it. And before you ask the next question, she's twenty eight years old and she inherited this place ten years ago when her parents passed away. Her aunt helped her run it for two years and then she took over. She employs a full time staff to waitress and run the register and such, but she's the resident cook. Did I cover everything?"
"Where'd you meet her?"
"Here, the first day I came to Quantico. Gideon took me here." A small smile lit Spencer's face as he remembered that first meeting. "She saw me come in and didn't allow us a chance to order. She came to the table and I thought she was our waitress at first. Then she was telling me that she was the chef and what she was going to make me to eat. I didn't get to pick." He paused, allowing the others to laugh.
When the laughter broke, Gwen came in carrying the appetizers and picked up the story. "I told the skinny boy he was to come into my restaurant no less than twice a week and allow me to feed him, free of charge. I said I couldn't charge someone who was obviously starving. We've been the best of friends ever since then." She unloaded her tray and shot a blatantly sexual look at Spencer. "Though we could have been sooo much more if he'd just stop resisting me."
Spencer leaned in and stole a piece of the bread. "I'm not taking my clothes off, Gwendolyn."
"Wouldn't be the first time I've seen you nude, Spencer."
He almost choked on his bread as he glared up at her and his friends let out loud laughter. "I was sick!" he defended himself. "You took advantage of me!"
Stealing a seat beside him, she ran a hand down his arm and practically purred. "You loved it, sweetness. It's ok to admit it."
"If throwing objects and screaming at you is loving it, then yes, I absolutely adored it."
His scathing response had the laughter continuing. None of them had heard Spencer in a sarcastic mood before. With a roll of his eyes, Spencer tried to hurry and defend himself. "It's not what you think, guys. Contrary to what she may try to insinuate, we have never, well…"
"Done the horizontal tango?" Gwen supplied. "Burned up the sheets? Screwed? Banged? Popped the cork?"
"Gwendolyn!"
"What? Just cause you're too shy to say it doesn't mean I am." Relenting, she looked to the group of laughing agents. "He's telling the truth, though. I've seen him naked, yes. And God help me, I almost fainted. Those granny clothes are a cover, let me tell you. Mm…."
Spencer pinched her arm, making her laugh and shove at him. "Anyways! He's never fallen for any of my nefarious schemes, though I do hold out hope that one day I will out smart him."
"In your dreams."
Gwen's face grew a little more devilish. "Ah, my dreams. Do we really want to get into those in mixed company, Tesla? Come, now."
It was Dave who decided to save his blushing coworker. Controlling his laughter, he asked Gwen "Why do you call him Tesla?"
Shrugging, Gwen rose, moving over by Spencer's legs. Without warning she bent and lifted them, putting them back in the chair. She gave him a stern look, daring him to test her. Satisfied he wouldn't she took her seat again and looked at Dave, who was now trying to smother a new wave of laughter. "Aside from the obvious connections to the famous Tesla? Well…You ever watch that Sci-Fi show Sanctuary?" she asked them all. Morgan and Emily nodded, but Aaron and Dave shook their heads.
Gwen leaned forward, stealing a piece of bread. "Well, it's this cool science fiction show all about abnormal beings. Like, lizard people and people who fly and all that sci-fi stuff. Kind of mutant people. Anyways, there's a group on the show called the five. They drank source blood, vampire blood, and it gave them special powers. The main character, Magnus, was granted longevity. Another, the ability to teleport. But there's a guy on the show named Nicola Tesla. Mm, mm. Delicious man. Half vampire. The source blood made his half vampire genetics come out."
Her explanation seemed to be confusing them all and irritating Spencer. He bent, resting his forehead against the table, ignoring the snickers around him. Gwen ruffled his hair before continuing. "Anyways, Tesla is like a scientific genius. Really smart. A little more suave than my buddy here, with a better fashion sense, but he gets that same geeky quality Spencer does when he gets going on something he knows. I teased him that they were alike and it offended him, so I call him Tesla."
"It offends me because the character is a blatant rip off of the real Tesla." Spencer said, not bothering to lift his head. "Who was one of the most brilliant minds the world has ever seen. He…"
Gwen lifted his head, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth, sending more gales of laughter around the table. "Eat up, skinny boy."
