"I just bought six pairs of shoes, a cashmere jumper, two pairs of jeans and a new skirt along with two more necklaces and now I am sat here watching Chicago with a bottle of wine and I feel as if I am an alcoholic and a shopaholic so today has been eventful" Amelia told Spencer down the phone as she watched Velma Kelly sing along to 'All that Jazz' and Spencer down the other end of the phone.
"I wish I was with you, you know how Chicago is my favourite musical" Spencer told her and she snorted at his snarky comment.
"Where are you now then?" Amelia asked him as she gulped down her red wine.
"We're just waiting for the cars at California airport so I thought I would phone you now instead of waiting for a while" Spencer informed her.
"How long do you think you will be?" Amelia asked him
"Not sure to be honest with you darling, it seems as though the Un Sub is a clever one. No prints anywhere after three murders so it is a matter of time and us relying on him to mess up eventually" Spencer sighed and Amelia groaned at the prospect of this being a long weekend without Spencer. There was some part of her which wished she could just go to work that minute, regardless of the fact she was defending a sleazebag like Allen. At least it would occupy her mind.
"You'll phone me in the morning right?" she checked with him.
"I dare not do anything but" he said and then he paused as he heard bullet shots from Amelia's end of the line "everything fine? I thought I heard a gun"
"Roxie just shot Fred Casely" Amelia drank some more wine "I miss you Spencer"
"I know. I miss you too but I'll be back before you know it and I'll take you out somewhere" Spencer promised her
"There's no need Spence. Just to have you back here is enough baby. To have you safe is all I need. Promise me you'll be careful Spencer. Don't get into anything dangerous" she warned him
"Danger comes with the job sweetie but I promise I'll be extra careful. I do have you to live for" he said and Amelia smiled before she heard Hotch's voice in the distance and then Spencer covered the phone.
"You have to go?" Amelia guessed
"Yeah. I'll call you tomorrow morning" he reminded her as if she could forget.
"Love you Spence"
"Love you more" then he hung up. Amelia placed her mobile phone roughly back onto the coffee table and filled up her wine glass and sat back and began watching her film again.
...
"Crap, crap, crap" Amelia groaned on Monday morning as she hopped around the bedroom stuffing her feet into the tights she was putting on. She was currently wearing her purple bra and tight pencil skirt as her brown curls flew around her. Suddenly her phone began to ring and she fell back onto the bed.
"Hello" she panted down the phone
"Babe it's me...thought I would phone before you left for work" Spencer's voice came from the other end.
"Well...I haven't even got dressed yet. It seems I need to switch my alarm on in future" Amelia switched the phone from one hand to the other as she finally managed to get her tights on and then she slipped her feet into her black heels before wobbling on her feet and rummaging through her wardrobe for a top.
"Baby I think you should sit down for a moment" Spencer advised her but she began working on her purple blouse to tuck into her skirt.
"I'm good Spence. I am nowhere near ready" she complained
"Look Amelia. Just listen to me and sit down" Spencer said sternly and Amelia did as he said reluctantly and she began tapping her fingers on the bed covers.
"What is it Spence?" she asked
"I don't know how to say this...but we think our latest victim...well we know...she's Maxine Walters Amelia...your mother died" Spencer told her and Amelia didn't know what to say. Her mother was murdered. The mother she hadn't seen in ages has been killed.
"Amelia, baby, tell me you're still there" Spencer pleaded and Amelia coughed
"I'm here...I don't know what to say" she told him
"You don't have to say anything. Garcia is coming round and Hotch has you booked on the next flight to California. You may not want to come but your father wants you here just for the funeral. Is that okay?" he asked her
"I guess so" she agreed. She didn't know why her father wanted her but he did and she would go. But she was disgusted. She couldn't shed one tear over her mother.
"I have to go Amelia. Wait for Garcia" Spencer instructed her
"I will. Love you Spence" she said
"Love you too" then he had gone away.
...
"No. I need to speak to Jamie about the Allen case" Amelia spoke down her phone as Garcia took the small bag Amelia had packed and placed into the boot of the taxi. Amelia climbed in with the Blackberry still attached to her ear.
"Jamie. It's Amelia, yeah, I have to go out of town for a while so I left the notes about the Allen case in my apartment building pigeon hole for mail...you should be able to break the lock to it so don't worry. No. It's just personal Jamie. I don't know when I will be back but I am sorry. Okay. Thank you Jamie. Bye" then she placed her phone back into the leather satchel she was using as hand luggage. The ride to the airport was quiet with Garcia and Amelia looking out the window as they went. Amelia was still wordless about her mother's murder. Her father was now left with a little baby to care for. Amelia's brother she had never met in her life. The walk through the airport was slow and then Hotch had booked the two of them tickets on first class.
"You seem quite sweetie" Garcia said once the plane was moving.
"I don't know what to say Garcia...my mum has died and I'm not sad. We weren't even close but I should feel something. I should cry surely" Amelia said and Penelope laid an assuring hand on Amelia's arm.
"You don't have to cry Amelia. You feel how you do and that is all that matters to you. Everyone copes differently" Garcia told her and Amelia nodded. She still felt guilty.
...
Spencer was stood outside arrivals in his sunglasses and white short sleeved shirt in the warm California sun. Morgan was stood left of him and they both watched as the two women came stumbling to them in their heels. Amelia walked straight into Spencer's waiting arms as Garcia greeted Morgan with a warm smile.
"I'm sorry baby" Spencer said and she shut her eyes and buried her head in his white shirt. With his hand he lifted his sunglasses from his head.
"Amelia?" a man's voice asked and Amelia slowly raised her head from Spencer's chest and peered over his left shoulder into the eyes of the father she had not seen for seven years.