We'd just come home from work, having spent the full day trying to find the opportune moment to inform Hotch of our newly confirmed relationship, and not finding a single moment that was right - we were going to tell him after work, but Hotch had left earlier to pick up Jack. Spencer made dinner and we curled up together on the sofa to eat it and watch TV. Spencer picked up the dishes and gone to started washing up.

"Let me help" I said, following him into the kitchen and grabbing a towel.

"No, it's fine – it'll take me a minute, really"

"Well it will be even less than that if I help" I told him, fed up of him doing all the work. Taking the plate from his hand, I dried it before putting it in the drying rack.

"Just leave it" he smiled.

"No" I said in a sing-song tone.

Spencer shook his head, then scooped up some bubbles in his hand and wiped them off on the tip of my nose. I jumped slightly, then laughed in surprise, getting a handful of bubbles myself and smearing them across his cheek.

"Hey" he laughed, splashing a little water in my direction. I splashed him back, giggling. He caught a handful of bubbles, trying to rub it in my face. I jumped back away from him and Spencer caught me round my waist rubbing the bubbles all over my face.

"Spencer!" I squealed. Twisting round, I tickled his ribs, making him yelp. Suddenly we both lost balance,slipping on soap suds and water, falling to the floor, still laughing hysterically. Spencer lay back, with me sprawled across him. I pushed myself up on my elbows, wincing, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine"

"Thank God" I brushed his hair out of his face. I got to my feet, slightly damp now, and helped Spencer up, "Maybe we should leave the dishes for now"

"Yeah maybe" he laughed, pulling me to him and kissing me gently. Then I heard my phone ringing out in the living room. I frowned a second, trying to figure out who would be phoning me at such a time. I quickly went back through to my phone, picking it up and reading the caller ID. Mother. Oh...

Spencer came into the room just in time to see the look of confusion on Jessica's face as she answered her phone, "Hi Mom"

Now it was his turn to look confused. Jess hadn't heard from either of her parents in months - her family wasn't close, it wasn't strange. The last time either of them had phoned it was to ask if she could take care of their dogs for a month while they went away - of course she said 'no', and that had been about the whole of it.

"I'm... fine."

'What is it?' He mouthed to her. She shrugged, shaking her head. When Jessica Young's parents were involved, nothing good usually came from it.

"Um, no - my apartment was flooded, I'm staying with a friend."

Jessica rolled her eyes as her mother went on a halfhearted rant down the phone.

"No, it's fine - it's being taken care of- ... What?... When?"

"What's she saying?" Spencer whispered, but she shook her head, holding up two fingers, telling him '2 seconds'.

"I... well it would depend on work... yes, I know... yes Mom, I- ... I know... We'll see- ... yes Mom... I'll-I'll check and get back to you? ... right Mom... yes, Mom... okay... okay, goodnight... goodnight Mom."

I ended the call, staring at the floor a second. "Jess?" Spencer stood in front of me, his hands on my arms, "What was it?"

I looked up to him, "Um, my parents are going to be in town - and they want to see me"