A/n I haven't posted in awhile because I haven't really been in the mood for to write anything. Also I don't know if I'm gonna continue this story because it seems like people don't like very much but I'm done rambling here's the next chapter.

Spencer Pov

They got into the same silver Jaguar that Ashley had picked her up in the night before. The tension was still thick between them, but Spencer looked out the window, trying to ignore it. The chemistry between them was incredibly explosive, more so than she had ever experienced, but she just didn't know what to do about.

She knew what her body wanted to do, she thought with a wry grin. Really wanted to do, Spencer amended as she shifted slightly in the passenger seat. She could feel the wetness soaking through her panties. Lust, pure lust rushed through her. There was never anything good that could come from lusting after a client. Spencer risked a glance over at Ashley , and was startled to find her staring at her.

Ashley quickly looked away, pretending to be busy starting the car. The look in her burning B

brown eyes was seared into her brain, and ratcheted her desire even higher. Ashley wanted her. "Um, so," Ashley paused to clear her throat roughly before continuing in a husky voice. "So, what's your address? Where are we headed?" "Oh, 23rd and Sunset Avenue. Just past 22nd street." Spencer turned towards her, unable to stop herself from drifting towards this magnetic woman . "I can direct you there if you need." "No, it's okay. I know where that is. Actually," Ashley shot her a small smile, "it's not that far from where I grew up." "Really?" Spencer said in disbelief.

It wasn't the worst neighborhood, but it definitely didn't hold a candle to where her house was now. If she could even call it a house. "Yeah, really." This time it was a full blown grin, the one that always had her heart doing cartwheels. "I told you, I made my fortune. I worked hard, sacrificed a lot." Ashley stopped, shaking her head sadly, before sending her a meaningful look. "Maybe too much." Not knowing how to respond, Spencer said nothing. They drove the twenty minutes it took to get to her apartment in relative silence.

Ashley seemingly absorbed in driving, while Spencer made mental lists of what she would grab. Clothes, makeup, a few toiletries. All her case files were still at her place, and she would have to pick up those as well. They pulled up the building, it was a two story brownstone. Spencer's apartment was on the second floor, while her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Samuels, lived on the first floor. It was small, but clean and cozy. They parked, and walked through the gate after Spencer punched in the four-digit code.

They continued down the short path, stopping at the main entrance to punch in another code to let them into the building. Spencer, guiding them past the mail slots, grabbing the handful of junk mail that had been waiting for her, and headed up the narrow staircase to her apartment. She immediately knew something was wrong. Her door was open, the frame where the lock was supposed to be was splintered.

Ashley stopped her with a soft grip on her shoulder. She put a finger to her lips signaling for silence, and cautiously pushed the door open. Slowly, she peeked inside. Not seeing signs of anyone still in the apartment, Spencer's tension eased slightly, and she waved her in, already pulling out her cell phone. Spencer walked inside hesitantly, and stopped dead in her tracks just inside the frame of the busted door.

What she saw had the sting of tears burning at the corners of each eye. Her place was trashed. Completely and utterly trashed. The cushions of her couch were tossed on the floor, ripped open and spilling white cotton everywhere. The lamp that had been her grandmother's lay where it had been knocked over and smashed. Clothes, towels, and blankets littered the hardwood floor where they had been ripped out of drawers that still hung haphazardly at odd angles.

"Oh my God!" Spencer uttered the words in a near whisper, unable to take in the full damage to her things, her home. It felt like someone had sucker punched her. "Oh my God!" Ashley was by her side in a moment, wrapping her arm around Spencer's shoulders, still stiff with shock. "Hey, it's okay. It will be okay. I called the cops and filed the report, and a cleaning service is going to come and take care of all of this. It will be like it never happened."

"Never happened?" Spencer stared at her dumbly. "Of course it happened, Ashley . And we both know who was behind it. They attacked me, threatened me, and that didn't work. Now they destroyed by apartment to try and scare me more, even though I'm already terrified." Spencer shook her head at the damage before continuing. "But it's not going to work.

They obviously don't know who they're dealing with. I'm not going to just give up without a fight." Ashley looked at her with an expression of deep affection, and something more, shining from her gorgeous brown eyes, and Spencer let herself sink into her for a moment, trying to ignore the chaos around her.

"Why don't you grab your things, whatever you can, and by then the cleaning crew with probably be here?" Spencer sighed, but nodded her head in agreement. She didn't want to go through the mess they had made of her things, to realize the extent of the invasion of her privacy.

"Oh, and you're definitely staying at my place until this is over." Ashley's, raspy voice held an edge that she knew meant she wouldn't argue with her about it. She glanced again around her apartment. She was fine with that.