Thank you all for reading 'Remembering Scarlett' ! I am having such a great time creating the relationship between Spencer and Scarlett and exploring her past, which will be delved into more fully in future chapters. I am enjoying your reviews and thoughts... A special thanks to CatGurl83 for helping review new chapters so I can get things rolling through more quickly! ~Becky


Chapter 29

Spencer opened his eyes slightly, listening again for the sound that had woken him. He noticed almost immediately that the bed was empty next to him and scanned the room. It was relatively dark, as the sun had only just started breaking through the windows. He saw movement near the opened curtains, and watched as Scarlett stepped into the beams. She was dressed in yoga pants and his discarded t-shirt; as she shifted he noticed she was wearing a headset attached to the ipod attached to her waist. He guessed she was doing some sort of modified work out, by the way she was bending and stretching and was glad to note she'd worn her brace to keep her injured leg from moving too much.

He lay quietly watching her move, as to not disturb her. From what he could gather from the mix of movements, she seemed to be doing some sort of variation of Tai Chi and yoga. When she rearranged herself into a flying crow position, using only her arms as balance then leaning into the side crow, he was in awe of the stamina it took for her to complete the complex movements she performed so fluidly. She obviously worked at her technique for many years. He noticed that her eyes were closed, and if he listened closely enough he could hear the music that must have been coming from her ear buds. He heard strains of what he believed to be Beethoven.

Spencer heard his phone vibrate, realizing that was what woke him up. He reached over and read the text from Morgan.

'Hey, Lover Boy- you left your bag here. I'll drop it off when I go to grab coffee…'

He groaned inwardly and buried his head in the pillow as he felt his face heat. He heard Scarlett's feet move across the carpeting to stand beside the bed. When she reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, he smiled.

"I felt your eyes on me farm boy, so don't pretend to be sleeping," she teased, dropping a kiss to his temple.

She straightened up at the sound of a knock at the door.

This time Spencer groaned out loud. "Morgan said he's bringing over my bag…" he mumbled from under the pillow that he'd now shifted to cover his head.

"Oh… okay…" she said, now understanding the heat on his face. Moving over to the door she called out, "I'm coming, and you better have brought coffee too…"

She opened the door to see her brother standing on the threshold with a tray of takeout coffee and Spencer's bag on his shoulder.

"Now, doll face, would I even attempt to talk to you before handing over the caffeine?" he teased.

"Not if you know what good for you," she answered and looked back over her shoulder to where Spencer was sitting on the edge of the bed. She noted that he'd pulled on his pants before she let Derek into the room.

"Well, well, let's see who's doing the walk of shame this morning," Morgan chuckled as Reid slipped past him, grabbing his bag as he headed to the bathroom.

"D, seriously, don't razz my boo…" Scarlett told him as she saw Reid's ears turn pink. "I will hurt you…"

Derek sat down at the table in the sitting area and Scarlett moved across from him. He threw a wink at her.

"So he's 'your boo' now short stuff?"

Scarlett chewed her bottom lip. "Derek please. I don't want him to be uncomfortable…"

"I'm not uncomfortable," she heard Spencer respond as he moved back towards the table. She noticed he'd thrown on a t-shirt as he leaned down to kiss her. "What does 'boo' mean?" he asked.

Scarlett laughed. "It means beau or honey… just an endearment, farm boy," she told him as she drank her coffee.

"Or lover, or booty call," Morgan clarified with a laugh. "Ow," he sat up straighter when Scarlett kicked him in the shin.

"This isn't just a booty call, Derek. Get your mind out of the gutter," Scarlett told him darkly.

Morgan sat back putting his boots up on the table, keeping is shins out of Scarlett's reach. He looked over to Reid. "So, you two are making this serious?" he asked.

"Have you ever known me to not make something serious?" Spencer shot back, gauging Morgan's reaction.

Derek shrugged. "Okay, I'll stay out of it then. You two are grown-ups, anyway…" with a quick look to Scarlett he added, "Well, at least one of you is…" He laughed as she threw him a hand gesture. "Case in point…"

Morgan stood up from the table and dropped a kiss to Scarlett's head as he passed her. "I'll leave you alone. We have to meet up with the team at eight…" he moved to the door. He paused as he opened it and said, "All teasing aside, guys, I'm really glad for the both of you. You both mean a lot to me, and I like to see you guys happy…" and he shut the door behind him.

"Sorry about that, Spence," Scarlett said as she looked across the table towards him. "Derek sometimes crosses the line between big brother and pain in my ass," she smiled.

Reid shrugged and drank some of his coffee. "He really didn't bother me Scarlett. He always finds something to tease me about; it's like second nature to him. I don't mind. Besides, he was just looking out for you…"

"Oh, sweetie. I think he was looking out for you, not me…" she smiled softly. She set her cup down on the table and moved to sit on his lap. Kissing him lightly, she chuckled. "You could have avoided him completely, if you'd just gotten in the shower, you know," she told him, running her fingers through his hair.

Spencer shrugged and stole another kiss. "Maybe, but I was hoping you'd shower with me…" he told her shyly.

"Mmm, sounds like a plan…" When she moved to slide off his lap, Spencer stood up and noticed a small symbol tattoo at the base of her spine where the pants dipped. He snagged her around the waist to get a look at it.

"You have a tattoo?" he asked tracing the image of the 'ohm' symbol lightly with his finger.

"Yup… two actually," she told him and shifted her hair away from her neck. At the hairline, on the back of her neck was a simple infinity symbol. When she dropped her hair it was completely covered.

"I want to get some others- but I am not sure where or what, yet. I've got a penchant for symbols," she said and Spencer chuckled.

"What's so funny?" she asked a bit perplexed.

"If someone would have told me even a month ago that I'd be in a relationship with someone who rides a motorcycle, has tattoos and has her navel pierced, I'd have thought they were crazy…" he shrugged.

Scarlett thought about that a moment. "I'm not your type?" she asked.

"Katy, I don't have a type, but let's face it- I have to be as far from your type as you can possibly get," Spencer looked into her eyes.

"I don't bother myself in with things like that, Spencer. Every person is an individual. Trying to push them into a box and say they are not unique is being closed-minded. Even though we haven't been together long, you have to know I'm not just a biker chick with ink," she chewed on her bottom lip. "At least I'd hope you'd realized that…"

"That's not what I meant," he said with a frown marring his brow. "I meant that I wouldn't have believed someone like you would be interested in me," he said thoughtfully. "You are out going, vibrant, and as sexy as hell. You aren't afraid to take risks and I…" he sighed and pushed his hair back. "I'm not…"

Scarlett took her hand and laid it over his heart. "Spencer. You are very special to me. You make me happy; you make me feel at peace. Maybe I need you to be you so I can feel safe enough to be me. I don't know. I can't explain it. It's too soon to sort it through. Can't you just let us be for now without questioning it?" she asked.

"I warned you I over think things," he told her.

"Yes, you did," she said with a grin. She reached up to touch the lines compressed between his brows. "And I warned you that you'll give yourself an aneurysm…"

Reid blew out a breath and tried to relax. He closed his eyes as he felt her fingers trace lightly over his jaw.

"Sit down," she told him.

"What?" he opened his eyes at her request.

Scarlett smiled. "Sit down, Spencer. Trust me for a minute, okay? I can help…"

He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Help what?" he asked confused.

"Sweetheart, you are a bundle of tension. I can feel it coming off you like waves. I can help. Now close your eyes again…"

Scarlett moved to stand between his knees as he complied. She closed her own eyes to center herself and took a few breaths. When she opened them, she looked down at him and began to run her thumbs along the ridge of his brow increasing pressure to his temples and then working her way down to his shoulders.

Reid kept his eyes closed as she requested and felt her hands along his face, neck and shoulders. He told himself not to think about the thousands of things that were running through his mind but couldn't seem to tune them out. He heard Scarlett's throaty laughter.

"Poor, sweet boy. You just have no idea how to relax. We are going to have to work on that…"

Spencer felt her move closer and breathed in her scent. He felt her hands run across his back as she placed pressure in different areas across his shoulders and neck. He cocked his head slightly, listening as he heard her humming softly.

Scarlett smiled softly as she noticed him shift towards her, angling his ear to the sound. She continued the process, until she felt some of the knots along his shoulders relax. She stopped and stepped back a bit but he grabbed her waist and laid his head against her chest. She dropped a kiss to his hair and stroked his head lightly.

"When we have more time, you should really work on learning how to relax yourself, Spence. All that tension is going to hurt you… I'm surprised you don't get migraines," she told him and gently nudged him back. She cupped her hand under his chin, making him look up into her face.

Reid reached up and tugged her closer to kiss her lips. "I do get headaches," he told her quietly.

"Migraines?" she asked, concern marring her features.

Spencer shook his head. "The doctors couldn't say definitively. They seem to think they are psychosomatic..." he frowned.

"That figures," she scoffed. "Did they take your stress into consideration?"

"I don't think so, they worked off MRI's..." he shrugged. Scarlett ran her hands over his hair and rested them on his shoulders.

"Hey," she looked down at him. Moving closer, she lightly brushed a kiss to his lips. "I used to get headaches all the time. I think with the amount of information and the things we see that sticks in our heads, it just sometimes comes out in that way," she scowled slightly when she saw a sad look come into his eyes.

"Spence, just because we process things differently, doesn't mean there is something wrong with us... we just have to find out ways that work for us, to help deter the problem. In this case, migraines..." she put a finger to his lips when he tried to correct her.

"They are migraines, farm boy. I use yoga, meditation and special teas to fight mine. If I am right, it may work for you, too. So, next time you get one, let me know, and we'll try my way... If it doesn't work, you can go back to your doctors again. Okay?"

Spencer nodded and lifted his eyes to meet Scarlett's gaze. He pulled her down to sit on his lap and held her close.

"Don't give up on me," he said softly, the words rushing his breath across her face.

"Oh, baby..." Scarlett wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I haven't even started with you yet," she said as she met his mouth with another kiss.