Well, here is another chapter for all of my readers out there. Hope that you are still enjoying this story. So, back with a little bit of fun with JJ and Spencer.

Chapter Nine:

Spencer versus the Duck

JJ sent a surreptitious glance Spence's way as he read the report again, waiting for Agent Taylor Maze to make her presence known. She watched a curvy blonde woman walk her way. "Agent Jareau?" she asked.

"Yes, that would be me. Agent Maze."

"Oh, Taylor, please. I am apologize for my tardiness, I was detained for a moment by my boss," she replied in a sugary sweet Southern accent. "Your tech analyst has already been sent to New Market to set up surveillance."

"Penelope is the best at what she does. Please allow me to present you to the rest of the team," JJ said as she led them to the conference room.

"Please do," Taylor replied as she took a glance at the men in the room.

Keep your wandering eyes away from my genius! JJ thought fiercely as she walked inside the room slightly ahead of Agent Maze.

"Guys, this is Agent Taylor Maze, she is our liaison with Huntsville. Agent Maze, this is SSA's Derek Morgan, Dave Rossi, and Dr. Spencer Reid. And I presume you've met SSA's Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss in the field."

"Indeed I have. You guys are an impressive bunch."

"We're just trying to do our jobs, ma'am," Derek interjected with a smile.

"Please, call me Taylor. If there is anything you need, just give me a holler!" Taylor ducked out of the conference room.

JJ gave a sigh of relief.

"A little bit of animosity there, JJ?" Dave asked.

"Sometimes I really hate working with profilers," JJ relented. "The woman's got roaming eyes."

"And you want them off of Reid?" Rossi asked with his all knowing annoying as hell smirk.

JJ didn't answer, giving Rossi the answer he needed. Damn straight. She thought.

"Since we are a little short handed with Emily and Hotch in the field, Reid, I want you and JJ to head out to Big Springs Park to investigate the Angie Newman dump site. Rossi and I will go to Sharon Johnson Park to look at the Barber and Petrova sites."

JJ saw Reid shudder. She made a mental note to herself to ask him about his animosity towards parks when they were en route to the park.

"We will work victimology on the fly and compare notes when we meet back. Let's get to it."

"Let's go then, Spence," she said laying a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Spencer swallowed and followed her out to the government issued SUV that was theirs for the moment. Spencer climbed into the driver's seat and set the GPS for Big Springs Park. "Huh, not very far," he commented.

JJ looked at the display. "You okay, Spence?"

"Fine."

"Don't lie to me. I know you too well."

"I hate parks."

"Why?"

Spencer started the engine and pulled onto Meridian Street, It was a moment before he spoke again. "My mom took me to a park once when I was little. We sat under a tree and read. I went to the bathroom and when I returned, she was gone. She had wondered off in one of her manic states. I have never been to a park since."

JJ took that information and let it sink in. She had to reassure him. "I won't leave your side Spence. Besides, isn't Big Springs more like an industrial park anyway?"

"It is. It's home to the Main branch of the Huntsville Madison County Public Library and Big Springs, Inc where they produce Coca Cola products. There are also a few hotels and the Von Braun Center where the city hosts concerts, graduations, hockey games…"

"Wait, Huntsville has a hockey team?"

"Two actually. The center hosts the Huntsville Havoc and the UAHuntsville Chargers play their home games in the sports arena. I never knew you liked hockey."

"I'm from Pennsylvania, Spence. I grew up watching the Philadelphia Flyers. I still sleep in a Flyers jersey when I'm at home."

Spencer blushed. Oops, a little too much information, she thought.

The rest of the short ride to Big Springs Park was quiet as she watched the scenery. Spencer focused his concentration on driving, but JJ could see him glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. She gave him some food for thought then.

"Look at the ducks," she exclaimed as they passed the pond.

"Mallards mostly. I think there are a few Canadian geese out there as well," Spencer commented as they pulled into a parking space by the pond. The area by the bridge was taped off with yellow crime scene tape. An uniformed officer stood guard nearby.

Spencer and JJ immediately presented their FBI credentials to the uniform and he lifted the tape up so they could enter the crime scene.

"Not much left here," JJ commented as she and Spencer pulled on latex gloves. "He's organized."

"He knows the area. He might work in the area and live in New Market."

"Over here is where the body was dumped," JJ remarked looking at the flag that marked the area.

"He's arrogant. The dump site is in public view, not too far from a parking garage. He is confident that he won't get caught."

"This pond would be pretty romantic if it weren't for the crime scene tape," JJ commented looking across at the ducks that quacked along the banks of the pond.

"I suppose. Is it just me or are those ducks moving closer with anger?"

JJ looked over at the ducks. Then she looked over at what Spencer was standing awfully close to. She had to stop herself from chuckling. "You are standing too close to her nest, Spence. That's why she's angry."

"Her nest is in the middle of our crime scene," Spencer replied indignantly, eyeing the ducks cautiously.

"She doesn't care. She just knows that you are a threat to her babies, so just walk away from the nest before that duck decides to charge you."

Spencer took one step away from the duck's nest. The duck came closer, still with the look of anger on her face. She charged and took a bite—

Right out of Spencer's thigh.

Spencer let out a cry of pain and dropped as JJ shooed the duck away. The duck waddled back to her nest with a final hiss of anger at Spencer.

"That duck bit me!"

"I know Spence," JJ said trying to lift him up. "It doesn't look like she drew blood, but I'm taking you to the hotel to get some ice for that." She put her arm around his shoulders to steady him. "Can you walk on your own?"

Spence nodded and made his way gingerly back to the SUV. He held tightly to JJ's hand. He had to be in some terrible pain.

In a matter of minutes, JJ was at the hotel, and had her key card out searching for her room. "This place had better have a first aid kit or at least some peroxide," she muttered as she slid her card in.

She moved Spencer to sit on the bed while she searched for any medical supplies. She looked in the bathroom and found some peroxide.

Spencer was still sitting on the bed when she returned. "Spence, I need to get to your wound so you uh need to take off your pants."

"What?" Spencer blubbered, turning beet red.

"Spence, I can't treat your wound if you don't take your pants off. So, do you want to do it, or do I have to take your pants off for you?" JJ boldly reached for his belt buckle. I can't believe I said that! He's cute when he's embarrassed.

"I can do it!" Spencer replied indignantly, slipping his shoes off then his pants.

JJ had to grin at his embarrassment. Then she saw his boxers and laughed at loud. "Nice boxers, Spencer."

Spence turned red again. "Just treat the wound and get it over with!"

"Wow, you get impatient when you're in pain," JJ noted as she began to dab water on his wound and then the peroxide. She was very aware of their close proximity. She could practically feel Spencer breathing on her neck.

She felt exhilarated.

Let me tell you, my family and I know from experience that duck bites hurt! We used to raise ducks, chickens, and geese. Anyway, that was fun to write. And thank you so much for keeping Alabama in your thoughts and prayers. Until the next update!