Present Day

Toby spent another night in his office trying to come up with some solution to this jumbled up mess. Maybe the same person who killed Alison, killed Spencer. That sounds like his best beat. What would Spencer have to say about this? That girls probably up in heaven trying to solve her own murder. The thought of that makes him kind of smile. She was so smart when it came to this kind of stuff.

"Knock knock."

Toby looked up and saw Caleb standing in his doorway. Toby rubs his hands down his face. Caleb steps inside his office.

"Did you spend another night here?" Caleb asked.

"Yeah. I've been here trying to figure out what happened to Spencer. Right now, the only suspect I have is this guy name, Wren Kingston."

"Why him?" He asked.

"Wren killed Alison who was a friend of Spencer's. I'm thinking he killed her to for the same reason he killed Alison."

"We checked on that too and Wren has no history with Spencer," Caleb said.

"Not that you know of," Toby said. "Spencer was scared of someone."

"I thought she was fearless?"

"You know what I mean."

"Dude," Caleb said. "You're spending way too much time on this. You need to sleep. When was the last time you ate something?"

"I had an apple this morning."

"It's noon," Caleb said.

"What's your point?"

"My point is- go home."

"What am I suppose to do Caleb? Go home, go to sleep, and hope that something will pop into my brain? I have to find out what happened to her!"

"And you will, and yes, maybe getting some sleep will help you find the answer."

Toby sighed and sat back in his chair, "she was so young and so full of life. I-I just don't understand why anyone would ever kill her."

"Maybe someone was jealous of her," Caleb suggested.

"Who would be jealous of Spencer?"

Caleb shrugged and said, "I don't know. Did Spencer ever tell you about other people that might've seen her as a threat."

"No," he shook his head.

"Can I ask you something?" Caleb asked.

Toby shrugged and said, "sure."

"Did you love this woman?"

"What?" Toby asked with a slight laugh.

"I have never seen you this worked up over a case before. The last time I've seen you like this was when you were trying to figure out what happened to your mother."

"I just really want to find out what happened to this girl. I promised her I would if she ever…" He stopped himself.

"If she ever what?"

"We were joking around when she said it, but she said that if she was ever murdered that I would try to find out who did. I promised her that while I was doing that I would think like her."

"So think like her," Caleb said.

Soft rain pounded down on the rooftop of the motel. Toby lied on his back with the little brunette beauty curled up next to him in his arms. She was lying on her side running her fingertips up and down his bare chest. His fingers were rubbing patterns along her creamy back. Her irises appeared to be a lighter shade of brown. It may be from the dim lights shining in her eyes or it could be because of the man staring back at her.

"I should probably get back to my room soon," she said.

"Okay," he responded.

She didn't move. They both continued to lay there staring at one another. Toby leaned in and pressed his lips onto hers. She responded instantly. They just stayed like that, kissing.

Spencer pulled back and said, "I really should be getting home now."

"Okay."

Once again, they go back to kissing. It's probably wrong of him to be lying in bed with such a young women, but he can't get himself to care. They're both in their twenties, so it's no big deal. It's not like there's a thirty-year gap between them. Toby smiles into the kiss.

"I thought you were leaving," he teased.

"I am leaving."

"Then why are you still lying here?"

"In my mind I left fifteen minutes ago."

"Oh," he smiled.

Spencer smirks and climbs over him so he's straddling his waist. Toby grins up at her before her lips are on his again. He grips her bare waist with his hands and pulls her against him. Her fingers keep getting tangled up in his hair. Hearts are beating as one. They pulled away for air. Spencer took that time to cup his face and look into his ocean blues.

"Spencer," he whispered.

"What?" She ran her hand down the side of his face.

"I think I may love you."

She smirked and said, "you may?"

He smiled and said, "it's a possibility."

"I think I may love you too."

After a long moment of silence, the two of them went back to kissing. Ever since they stepped foot inside this motel room, they've found it hard to keep their lips apart and their hands off each other.

"Toby can I ask you something?" Spencer asked a moment later.

She's back to lying beside him with her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her.

"Sure,"

"What's it like working on all those cases?"

"It's intense, but I feel good doing it. People lose loved ones and I feel everyone deserves an answer as to why. My mother was murdered and I spent five years trying to solve her murder."

"So, you do it for the people?"

"Yeah."

Spencer smiled, "you're very good at what you do. I feel like if something would ever happen to me, you would jump through hoops trying to find out what happened."

"I don't like to think about anything happening to you ever."

"Nothing ever will," she said while looking at him in the eyes. "Because I know as long as I'm with you, you'll keep me safe."

They spent a few more minutes making out and even made another quick round of love. Afterward, they managed to detangle themselves from each other. Spencer stood by the door dressed in the clothes she was wearing earlier. Her gray jacket was curled up in her arms. Toby stood in his pants and his white shirt that's not buttoned up all the way. They both have messed up hair. Spencer tried fixing her hair the best she could by simply running her fingers through it. Now, they're standing outside his motel room trying to earn the willpower to pull away from each other. That's kind of hard to do with their mouths molded together.

Neither one of them noticed the dark figure sitting in their car watching them. Toby finally allowed Spencer to pull away.

"Do you really have to go?" He asked sweetly.

"Yes."

He held her waist, "it's late. Can't you spend the night?"

She laughed when he started kissing her neck. As much as she wants to stay she can't. If her parents find her bed empty in the morning, she's really going to get it.

"I wish I could stay," she said. "My mom's probably wondering where I am and if I don't get home soon, she'll start to worry that I got murdered or something."

"I understand," he kissed her jawline. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, bye."

She stepped up to kiss him goodbye. Toby held her waist and tried his best to keep the kiss going. He really wants her to stay.

"Toby," Spencer smiles. "I really gotta go."

"Fine," he sighs.

He removes his hands from her waist and watches her walk away. He stands outside his door to make sure she gets back to her motel room okay. Once he sees her disappear inside, he goes back inside his room and closes the door. A few minutes after he sat down on the bed, there was a knock on his door. Wondering who it could be, he got up to answer it.

"Hey."

Toby jumped back a little when he saw that it was Sammy. He hadn't expected her to stop by.

"Oh, hey, Sammy, what are you doing here?" He asked. "And why are you here so late?"

"I was driving by and saw your car in the motel parking lot, so I stopped by to see what you were doing here."

"I'm keeping a look out. There's been a lot of murders going on here, so I decided to stay here for a few nights a week to keep an eye on the area."

"An eye on the area or an eye on someone?" She asked while raising her eyebrow.

"It's let, Sammy," he sighed. "You should get home."

"Maybe I'll stay with you to help keep an eye on the neighborhood. If you get tired, I'll keep a look out."

"You don't have to do that."

Sammy smirked and said, "maybe I just want to be here to see you. I miss us. We used to spend so much time together." She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We could be like that again."

Toby took a deep breath and removed her arms from around his neck. He took a few steps away from her.

"No, Sammy, we can't be like that again."

"Why not?"

"Because I just don't have those kind of feelings for you anymore. I admit that when we broke up two years ago it hurt me, but I knew it was for the best. We fought everyday that we were together and as soon as we broke up things got better for us. Don't you see? We're better off as friends."

She crossed her arms and frowned, "is that really the reason why you don't want to give us a second try? Or is it because you've found a new woman to fuck."

He looked confused, "what?"

"Don't play dumb. I'll saw Spencer leave here just a few minutes ago."

"She was just scared. She thought somebody was following her so I let her in so she could calm down."

"She could've gone to her room."

"No, she couldn't have," he said. "She forgot her key and her mother wasn't home yet."

"Oh how convenient," she rolled her eyes.

"I was just keeping her company."

She chuckled, "oh yeah, you sure did a good job of keeping her company."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Hello!" She shouts. "I saw her leave! That means I saw you walking her out. You couldn't keep your hands off her. Don't think that I don't know what you were doing with her alone for the last four hours."

"It's not what it looked like."

"Oh really?" She challenged. "So all that screaming coming from your motel room had nothing to do with the fact that you were in bed with her fucking her brains out?"

"Leave it alone, Sammy!" He hissed.

"Admit to what you were doing or I will tell the boss that you have been allowing her to work on these cases!"

"Alright fine!" He shouted. "I slept with her! There are you satisfied now? I slept with Spencer!"

Sammy glared at him for the longest time then stomped out of the room. Toby flinched when the door slammed shut.

Present Day

After thinking about who could have murdered Spencer for several days, it finally came to Toby. He was lying in his bed thinking about all the times he's spent with Spencer. No one knows this, but they slept together a couple times after their first time. They actually slept together the day before his birthday aka the day before she was murdered. Once it came to him, he shot up in bed and scrambled over to the office. He called in his team along the way. They all came running in one by one. Caleb ran in first.

"Toby why did you call us in at five in the morning?" He asked.

Sammy and the other three guys entered the room.

"I figured out who murdered Spencer," Toby said.

"Who?" Joe asked.

Toby pointed his finger at Sammy.

"It was her."

Sammy looked stunned as did the rest of them. She looked baffled.

"What?" She said. "You think I killed Spencer?"

"I don't think," Toby said while stepping up to her. "I know it was you. You were jealous of Spencer and saw her as a threat. You were jealous of her and you killed her that morning right before you came into the office."

"Toby this is crazy!" She exclaimed. "Other people that have lived in that motel were murdered. What you think I killed those people too?"

"You can drop the innocent act, Sammy. I know that it was you. You tried so hard to convince me that Spencer killed herself. You tried convincing me that she was a drug addict. You tried convincing me that she murdered those people. You may not have killed those other guys, but you did kill Spencer! You killed her because that's the only thing you had left to do in order to get rid of her!" Admit it, Sammy you killed Spencer because you were jealous that I loved her and not you!"

"Alright fine!" She screamed. "I killed Spencer. I murdered Spencer! It should've been me that you were with not her! I wanted you back but she was in the way. I hated that you were sleeping with her when it should have been me! I'm the one you should be with. You belong with me!"

"You're sick, Sammy," Toby hissed. "If you really thought killing Spencer would make me want you! You are sick!"

Caleb came up behind Sammy and put her in handcuffs.

"How did you kill her, Sammy?" Bobby asked.

"The morning of Toby's birthday I knew that Spencer would come see him that night. I had no doubt in my mind that they would sleep together again. I just couldn't take it anymore! The idea of Toby making love to another woman who wasn't me! I went to her door that morning and offered her a cup of coffee. I put some kind of drug in it then stabbed a pair scissors into her gut to make it looked like she killed herself. Then, I wrote a fake note and dragged her body out into the middle of the motel parking lot," Sammy admitted.

"Get her out of here," Toby hissed. "I never want to see her face again."

Bobby and Joe escorted Sammy out of the room and dragged her down the hall. Toby collapsed into his chair and pinched his eyes closed with his thumb and his pointer finger. Caleb hadn't left the room yet and pulled up a chair beside him. He cupped his hands together and sighed.

"So you did love her," Caleb clarified.

Toby just simply nodded.

"Well," Caleb stood up and clapped a hand on his back. "Her murder was solved. You can't bring her back no matter how much you want to. The only thing you can do now is let her rest in peace."

Toby looked up with red, puffy eyes, "I could've saved her. I should have saw this coming. It was stupid of me to think that Sammy would just let it go without trying something."

"Hey ,man, do not try to blame this on yourself. It is not your fault. Sammy is just a crazy ex-girlfriend."

"I just feel like I could have done something to prevent this from happening. I had that day off. If I didn't come into work that day and spent it with Spencer she'd still be here."

"Will you stop beating yourself up over this!" Caleb shouted. "It sucks that she's gone. When you lose someone that you love it's never easy. It's hard, but you have to learn when to let go."

"You know I haven't even cried about it until now. I was so caught up in trying to find out what happened to her."

"Okay, so now you know. Go home tonight, cry about it for as long as you need to. Maybe have a drink or two. It's all apart of the healing process. Do what you gotta do to get over this."

Toby shook his head and smiled softly, "I don't think I'll ever get over her death. I feel like she could've been the one."

Caleb stood there for a few minutes as Toby bowed his head. The salty tears started down his face again. Caleb offered to give him a ride home and he accepted. After Caleb dropped him off, Toby grabbed the butterscotch wine that Spencer got him off the counter. He's had it for two weeks and hasn't even touched it yet. Now he has a reason to. He unscrewed the cape and held it up towards the ceiling.

"Here's to you Spence," he said then took a long hard drink out of it.

The End

This is the last part of the short story. Besides the lack of 'smut' what did you all think of this? I really hope some people liked it. I worked really hard on this and it would be nice if people reviewed and told me what they thought. I promise I'll be back to taking m-rated requests only if you comment on this story. Thank you.