Halsley had shown Rossi his room and was in the process of showing Dr. Brennan her's.
This wouldn't be worth a second thought, if not for the fact that her boyfriend was ignoring her. Yes, during a late lunch break on their first day of working together, they had agreed to not be insanely public about their relationship, but that doesn't mean he has to act like she's not there. But of course, he doesn't realize she's upset because he's busy talking and joking with Dr. Brennan about something they didn't even consider her to be interested in.
That's one of the things she hated about friends. Whenever they were with a boyfriend or girlfriend, she would be a third (and sometimes fifth) wheel. At first this didn't phase her much, but when it started happening constantly, it hurt. A lot. So much so that in the eighth and ninth grade it could send her to thoughts of being unwanted and worthless, just a pain and burden to everyone and, if it was bad enough, possibly suicide.
13 years later, it didn't send her THAT far, but it still hurt. She thought she was okay. That she had gotten past all of those feelings, but now that it was her boyfriend, ignoring her for someone better than herself, well, let's just say she wasn't feeling to confident right now.
But damn it all to hell if she'd show it. She already freaked on Spencer once, and her sister-like friends that she's known since eighth grade have only seen her cry twice.
Instead of focusing on self-pity, Halsley decided to do what she always did when she was being ignored. Ease drop on someone's conversation.
"Well we're all a little crazy." Spencer said, a smile evident in his voice.
"I suppose that by some standpoint that could be considered true. Kind of like cancer. How every person has cancerous cells, it's just depends on what extent of them your immune system can kill and absorb." Dr. Brennan contemplated.
"Technically that's not an entirely accurate analogy." Spencer corrected, his voice getting slightly high with excitement. "You see, though everyone is BORN with cancerous cells, and develops new ones everyday, a mental illness is something that only specific people are born with, though most mental illnesses can be developed."
"Dr. Brennan." Halsley announced before her boss had the time to retaliate. "Your room."
Halsley turned the doorknob and lightly pushed open the door, exposing a room fit for a princess. The interior was white and gold, with a vanity, wardrobe and bed-side table that were all white with worn gold trim. The bed had a gold bedspread and 10 different sized pillows. She had one of the two rooms Booth took note of earlier, with a French doors that lead to a balcony. The doors had white and gold curtains that were swept to each side from the middle and tied off with faux gold rope.
"Whoa." The two geniuses whispered.
"Yup." Halsley said smiling, she loved people's reactions. "Dr. Brennan, I'll leave to get acquainted. Spencer, would you mind coming with me?"
'Not in the least.' Spencer thought, practically feeling a devious shadow fall over his own eyes. From the moment he saw her this morning; the only thing on Spencer's mind was getting Halsley behind closed doors and having his way with her.
He watched intently when she walked. She always sub-consciously swayed her hips and walked in a cat-walk strut, something he assumed to be a learned trait from watching so many others to it.
When it came to women doing things like that, Spencer had always considered unattractive. But with Halsley, he could barely keep himself from pinning her against a wall and re-claiming her for the umpteenth in the past few days.
Throughout the morning, Spencer had been able to control himself, constantly reminding his person that he was at work, surrounded by, not only his colleagues, but Halsley's new boss as well.
Now, however, they were alone, on their way to his bedroom, with her in tight jeans and a nearly skin-tight camisole- having discarded her biking attire before they started the tour.
He could feel himself growing, and fast, the longer he watched her do her sultry little strut. His eyes traveled up her legs, stopped at her long, amazingly talented fingers that rested at mid-thigh, and then continued their trip up to her firm, curved rear end.
He smirked. She had one hell of an ass.
"Dr. Reid." He heard her request in a little, innocent voice. "Just what are you so enticed by that you're not speaking a word."
To answer her, Spencer walked up behind her, locked two fingers through her left side belt loop, spun her around to face him, and pulled her against his erection.
Stopping her in mid-gasp, he slammed his mouth against her. He heard her whimper slightly and shiver against him.
He loved this feeling. The knowing that he could make her like this, that he could so easily throw her over the edge, no matter how long she tried to hold it off.
Halsley, however, had the same power over him. She dug her nails into his upper arms, not enough to hurt him, but enough to get his blood rushing.
She carefully walked backwards a few doors down, taking Spencer with her.
Once inside the room, she backed up to the bed, Spencer falling on top of her. She felt his erection press against her upper thigh and, though part of her longed to go further, she couldn't ignore the emptiness in her chest that first made itself known when she pondered Spencer and Dr. Brennan. She couldn't do this to herself. If what they were currently entertained with went further, she would be throwing herself into a 20 foot deep pool of self doubt with a four 30 lbs weights tied to each limb.
Did it make sense? No. But Halsley had come to terms with the fact that nothing about her mind made sense.
"Spencer, no."
"Why?" He inquired, rather aggravated that someone was stopping him from fulfilling his painful need.
"Everybody's downstairs, these halls echo, and we're technically still on the clock." She listed off. All were true; she just didn't tell him the main reason.
She heard him sigh.
"You are truly annoying." He said, only half joking.
"And for such, I am loved by all." She replied smiling.
A/N: *Sigh* Self doubt fails, does it not? Poor little Halsley:(
Anyway, I have half of the next chapter already written and the other half playing in my head as I type. I'm gonna start typing the next chapter as soon as I get this one loaded.
Review please.
