Hi, everyone. So, I've had the urge to write this for a long time, and now I'm finally doing it. It's been a while since I wrote my last fanfic (like, maybe 3 years), so I might seem a little rusty.

Anyways, the story basically follows my original character, Audrey Greene, throughout her journey as an agent in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, as well as her developing feelings/relationship with colleague Dr. Spencer Reid. It's going to follow chronological order to the show, so this chapter takes place in episode 2 of season 1.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy.

"Oh, God."

"And it gets better." Elle flashed a pained smile, "After he made me do all of that; the belt, the socks, everything… Guess how long he lasted?"

"3 minutes?" Audrey asked, taking a sip from the coffee she had been letting cool on her desk.

"Try two."

She snorted into the cup, spraying some of the hot liquid onto her face. Thankfully, Elle had a napkin, which she handed to her without question, "Thanks."

"No problem." The agent waved a hand, "Anyways, yeah, that was my reaction too."

Audrey dabbed the napkin around her face, "Well, did he at least get you to - you know - like, after?"

"Nope."

"Wow." Audrey frowned, "Chivalry really is dead."

"You're telling me." Elle rolled her eyes, "'Let's do this again sometime. Have a safe drive home!'"

"So he didn't even walk you to your car?"

"He didn't even walk me out of his apartment." Elle shook her head, "But the night wasn't a whole bust. I left his sink running after I used the bathroom."

"Huh." Audrey laughed, "At least something got wet last night."

"Okay, first of all, ew." Her friend made a face, "But good one."

Elle took a sip of her own hot beverage. Audrey couldn't tell if it was tea or coffee, which kind of bothered her. It shouldn't have, since they had only known each other for a couple of weeks, and it's only natural not to know everything about your coworkers when you first meet them, but it bothered her nonetheless. It was like a part of her brain wasn't organized - like how you feel when you're so close to finishing a puzzle, but you can't find that last piece.

She knew everyone else's coffee orders on the team, and that used to give her a weird sense of pride.

For instance, Morgan drank black coffee with one pack of weird, sugar-free sweetener.

Spencer took his with sugar and cream, the variety and amount of which did not matter to him, so long as the coffee was strong enough to keep him functioning.

Hotch fell somewhere in between those two. Black coffee, one pack of sugar - didn't matter what kind, he honestly didn't care. It was about efficiency, if anything.

Garcia loved those Frappuccinos from Starbucks, or - if it were a cold day - a mocha.

And Gideon? Well, he was more of a tea guy.

Audrey knew all of that because they'd spent so much time together, both on cases and outside of work. However, it took a long time to actually acquire that abundance of information. About a year, if she were to guess. It took a while to break the ice when she first joined the Behavioral Analysis Unit. And when she did, she was able to get to know her teammates well enough to pick up their coffees while they were on a case or stuck in the office late.

But with Elle, there was really no ice to break. It was like they'd already known each other for years.

Audrey thought it was probably due to finally having another woman on the team, someone who could easily relate to her - socially and professionally. When she accepted the job last year, that "relation" aspect was the hardest thing to achieve with the men surrounding her. She had to really search for ways to relate to the BAU boy's club (which, in the long run, did foster some meaningful friendships). But still, with Elle, she didn't have to "work" as hard as she did for a friendship to bloom. She didn't have to put herself out there, Elle came to her instead and - as an introvert - Audrey welcomed it.

Elle set down her... tea? Yeah, it was tea, she could see the little string thing hanging out from the brim of the cup. "So, what about you, any luck in the dating world?"

Audrey groaned, "With this job? Hell no." She finished off the rest of her coffee with a final swig, "It's so hard to meet guys that, you know, haven't killed anyone... I don't know how you do it."

"How you do what?" Spencer asked from behind the two, walking up with his own cup of coffee. The second of the day, or third. She knew that because he would drink one when he drove her to work - an occurrence that happened every day now, since her car had been totaled a few months back.

"Nothing," Audrey assured him, "Girl stuff, you wouldn't get it."

"I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute." He raised an eyebrow, "Whatever it is, I'm sure I can catch on fast."

"Spencer, trust me, none of this would interest you."

Spencer shrugged, frowning as he sat himself down at his own desk. He proceeded to pull out his chess board to practice some strategy before Hotch would undoubtedly brief everyone on another case.

"Hey," Elle leaned in towards Audrey's ear and whispered, "We should go get drinks sometime, meet a few guys downtown…"

Audrey turned her attention away from Spencer's game of chess, and back to her empty coffee cup, "I don't know…"

"Come on, you just said how hard it was to meet guys." Elle urged, "This would be the perfect opportunity to A.) get hammered on free drinks, and B.) get some well deserved-"

"Good morning, ladies." Morgan greeted, striding past them to his desk.

"Morgan," Elle turned around, "You know, we were just talking about you?"

"Oh, yeah?" He smirked, "Which part?"

"Cute." Audrey squinted.

"You wanna talk cute," Morgan changed the subject, "You should check out the new girl. Blonde." He called out to Spencer, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "Hey, Reid! You should get to know the new girl!"

"I already did." He called back, refusing to look up from his game, "Her name is Jennifer. Jennifer Ja-"

"Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ." The new girl introduced herself from across the room, making her way toward the rest of the group, "I would shake your guys' hands, but mine are pretty full."

They were. Folders upon folders of what Audrey could only assume were untouched cases.

Audrey waved politely, "Hi, I'm-"

"Audrey Greene. Second youngest agent in Behavioral Analysis Unit history, with a specialization in hostage negotiation." She nodded, then turning to Elle, "And you must be Elle Greenway. Highest number of solved cases in Seattle, three years running. Specialty in... sex offender cases?"

"That's me," Elle smiled, "Not bad."

"Thanks," JJ smiled back, "Well, I'm the unit liaison. My 'specialty' is untangling bureaucratic knots." Her tone shifted back to business, though in a nonchalant sort of way, "You'll probably be talking to me a lot," She went on, "My door's always open, mostly because I'm never in my office, so… Just call me on my cell, okay?"

By the time the team's newest addition was finished speaking, she had walked halfway across the bullpen to meet up with Hotch. In her wake, Audrey could notice Spencer and Morgan's eyes following her stride.

Well, Morgan was right. She was pretty. And seemed to be well put-together.

Which should be a good thing, right? Because the team needed more women, obviously. Hell, the whole Bureau did. And having a confident, pretty woman on the team is an added bonus, especially with all the difficult men (unsub, cop, and coworker alike) that they dealt with on a daily basis.

So why did Audrey not exactly like the idea of having this new girl on the team?

She didn't really have to ponder that thought, because she already knew the answer. The question was rhetorical.

She was jealous.

Jennifer Jareau was taller, prettier, more confident, blonder. Blonder? Blonde-er… Is that even a word?

Jennifer Jareau probably knew. So that meant she was smarter, too.

Plus, she grabbed all the guys' attentions. Even Reid's, and Reid was… well, Reid. He never talked to girls, save for Elle, Garcia, and herself. For all Audrey knew, he could be gay. Or bisexual. Not that it really mattered. It's 2005, for God's sake, let people love who they want to love.

But clearly, from the way Spencer looked at JJ, he was into girls. So the point still stood. JJ was hotter.

"She seems… nice." Elle chuckled, "No BS. I like that."

"So do they," Audrey pointed to the boys.

Elle looked over, watching them finally avert their eyes as Hotch and JJ finished their private conversation, "They'll be over it in a day, trust me." She smirked, "Once everyone is on the field, in work-mode, her body will be the last thing on their mind… Let their poor eyes adjust."

Audrey did her best to laugh it off. It was dumb, anyway. Why should she care whether or not the guys thought she was hot? Morgan thinks every girl is hot. And Reid- well, that was different, since he really never showed any interest in anybody, and now suddenly he was eyeing JJ. But it shouldn't bother her, right? How's Reid looking at JJ any different from Garcia looking at Morgan? It's not.

So she won't worry about it.

Good.

Bradshaw College in Tempe, Arizona had experienced six fires within the last seven months, all set indoors, on campus property. While the first three fires were chalked up to possible vandalism or drunken accidents, the last three indicated a pattern that the Phoenix Office of the FBI couldn't ignore.

The BAU had been called in after the sixth blaze, which was recorded on a digital camcorder by a student and his roommate. Unfortunately, that roommate was the first fatality linked to the string of fires on the Bradshaw campus.

The incident occurred as follows: 20 year old Matthew Rowland and his roommate had been filming the two other fires - which had been lit across campus in another dormitory - from their dorm room window. The young men were then distracted from the fires when they heard their door move. Not long after, they began to smell gasoline. Rowland had gotten up to investigate the door and the smell, which proved to be a fatal mistake.

Fire engulfed the doorframe, burning Matthew alive - all of it caught on tape as the other roommate screamed for help.

Overwhelmed and undermanned, Phoenix's FBI office took that night's fires as a sign to call in the BAU. So, the team, after having watched the disturbing footage, piled onto the jet en-route to Arizona.

Upon boarding, Audrey made her way down the aisle of the jet, taking a seat next to Reid, as she always did on these long plane rides. It was like a reflex, at this point. He'd get the window seat, she'd get the aisle, and eventually they'd switch off mid-flight (she liked the window seat during landing, it calmed her nerves).

Usually, the two would spend the duration of the flight discussing the case, playing games (or, more accurately, Spencer beating Audrey at whatever game he had brought with him), and arguing over which science fiction series of the late '70s was the best. Audrey would vote Star Trek, acting like she knew what she was talking about, when in reality it was the only science fiction series she had seen more than one episode of. Spencer would argue in support of The Six Million Dollar Man. Down the line, the argument would devolve into a bickering match regarding who really had seen enough classic television to make the call. They'd determine it was a draw, and end up finding other ways to playfully get on eachothers' nerves.

Okay, that last part was a little skewed. Audrey would find other ways to get on his nerves, and Spencer would do his best to ignore her antics.

However, in this instance, the ignoring part started early. Spencer barely bat an eye when she took her seat next to him. Instead, he stared down at his chess board, which he had brought onto the plane from his desk.

"Shouldn't you be sitting next to your new BBF?" He finally asked, with - if Audrey's ears distinguished correctly - hint of attitude.

Okay. So that's what's going on right now. Was he actually pissed off about this morning?

She shook her head, trying to force down a laugh at the mistaken acronym, "First of all, I think you meant to say BFF. And secondly," She moved the black rook on the board four spaces forward, "Stop being a toddler."

Spencer's body made a jolt when she had moved the rook unexpectedly. He looked up, scowling, which - again - almost made the other agent laugh. She took his appearance in. His hair was neatly parted, combed, and gelled. His face was cleanly shaven. And his clothes were neat and well matched, save for his socks, Audrey reminded herself. Regardless, his scowl and appearance had driven her point home even further. He did, in fact, look like a child. A weird, 6-foot-something, man-child.

However, she thought it would probably be in her best interest not to make that comment, "Just because I'm finally making friends with other people, doesn't mean I'm going to stop talking to you about your dumb, nerd shit."

Spencer glared at her, only briefly, "It's still nice to be included in conversations."

"I told you, I didn't think you'd be interested." Audrey finally let out that laugh that had been itching at her lungs, "Unless you're into having sex with men? Which, I mean, it's not like there's anything wrong with that - I know it's not right to assume, but I just figured-"

"Ok, ok, I get it." She watched a blush creep up on his cheeks, "You're right. I wouldn't have been interested in… that."

"I told you s-"

"Don't say it," He interrupted, the same childlike scowl returning to his lips, but quickly softening into a nervous half-smile, "And, for the record, I'm not gay."

"Spencer, we're profilers. I think I've figured that out by now." Audrey elbowed his side, "Especially after seeing you stare at the new girl this morning."

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Seeing me stare at the-" Spencer paused, catching on, "Hey, wait, I wasn't-"

"Wasn't what?" She teased, "Burning holes through her ass?"

"Stop! I wasn't staring at her a- bu- behind. I was just-" He sputtered, "Her skirt had a tag, and-"

"Relax, relax," Audrey placed a hand on his tense shoulder, "I'm just messing with you."

Spencer sighed, shaking his head, "I really wish you would stop doing that."

"But then our friendship would be reduced to all the things you like to do," She whined, "And, frankly, I can only take so much physics magic and Doctor Who reruns before I want to pull my hair out of my scalp ."

Spencer opened his mouth to defend himself. Whether or not it was in defense of physics or Doctor Who, she couldn't tell. Regardless, he was interrupted by Morgan calling back to the two of them from the front of the jet.

"Hey, doc, if you're done whispering sweet nothings to little-lady over there," He joked, smirking, "How about you come share your knowledge about serial arsonists with the rest of us?"

"Sweet nothings?" He whispered to Audrey, oblivious to the joke.

She patted his back, looking over at Morgan, annoyed, "Don't worry about it."

The two picked themselves up from their seats to join the rest of the team at the front of the jet.

"There are two common stressors for a serial arsonist." Reid began to explain, "The loss of a job or a romantic partner."

"Yeah, we know that already." Morgan shrugged, "Our boy's starting fires because he feels abandoned by someone in some way... He needs a new sense of power." He turned to Hotch, "When was the first fire again?"

"Last march." The lead agent responded, "The second happened the following May, and the third wasn't until September."

"Two weeks later, and the unsub starts three fires instead of one." Elle added, "That shows some rapid escalation."

"It also shows us that the unsub could be a student?" Audrey contributed, "The fires only happened on school grounds, during the fall and spring semesters." She paused, "Plus, wouldn't it be pretty likely for a student to go through a break up or get fired from a job? You know, more than a professor or something?"

"It's extremely likely," Reid quickly replied, "82% of serial arsonists are white males between the ages of 17 and 27."

Morgan thought aloud, "Okay, so we got a white guy who happened to get dumped in the last year while going to…"

"Bradshaw College." Elle reminded him.

Morgan nodded his head before continuing, "Right, okay, still… That's a lot of students to sort through…"

Gideon looked up from the case file in front of him, "Don't be so sure it's a student." He warned, "If we rely too much on precedent, then we never allow for the unexpected."

"So you're saying the unsub could be a professor?" Morgan asked.

"Professor, janitor, man, woman… None of that matters right now." He shut the folder, passing it over to Hotch, "We don't need to be asking questions regarding arsonists in general, we already know that... We need to ask questions about this arsonist, in this exact situation."

"So… Why he," Audrey began, "Or she escalated so quickly?"

"And," Elle added, "Why he or she switched from burning property to burning students…"

Gideon thought for a moment, considering the prospects of the two questions. He then sighed, taking off his glasses to massage his temples, "The unsub's gone from asserting power by damaging buildings, to murdering students, which will prove to him or her to be much more satisfying…"

"The power over life and death." Hotch agreed, "And now that he's finally got a taste…"

"We can expect another fire even sooner."

Well, Gideon was right.

Not long after their arrival in Tempe, a seventh fire broke out, this time killing a professor - and a good one, too. Professor Ralph Wallace; one of those teachers who was easy to talk to, who actually cared about his students. He cared about their personal lives, and the fact that they were learning, not simply writing down bullshit for rote memorization. He wanted to see them grow - flourish.

Now, he was gone, and everyone - students, faculty, and alumni alike - was completely devastated.

On top of that, the investigation was getting nowhere, despite the brand-new evidence they had fallen into. So many elements of the profile were missing - a serial arsonist was supposed to be motivated by something, sex, power, or both. But here, there was nothing to point to those motivations being involved. They had no clue as to what was driving this arsonist, and to make matters worse, the team knew that they were running out of time. The unsub had just escalated from a two-week cool-down period, to a two-day cool-down. And with that kind of escalation comes devolving, and with devolving comes diversion from the profile, which would make it even more impossible to find and stop this unsub before further innocent lives were taken.

The dry, sweltering, Arizona heat didn't help either, obviously.

But regardless, the team pushed on, working well into the night, mulling over the same evidence and facts. The pictures of the crime scene, the camcorder video, interviewing faculty and students… It felt like they were simply going around in circles, until a sophomore chemistry major came waltzing into the administration building they were stationed in.

He told the dean of students, Ellen Turner, six simple words that were sure help their profile immensely:

"I know how he did it."

That was all Hotch needed to hear. Immediately, he sent Audrey and Spencer down to the chemistry lab to find out just how the unsub had pulled off these fires, which would hopefully point to a motive - the why.

The lab was in the basement of what Audrey could only assume was the science building. It was dark, save for hanging lights on the ceiling. Surrounding Hotch, Reid, and herself were viles of… well, fuck it if she knew… along with computers, textbooks… The stereotypical chemistry lab that one would picture in their head. The kind that people saw in movies and TV shows.

Reid stood rigidly in the corner of the room, by the door, as Hotch tried to explain what they were to do.

"Since you two are more their age, I figured it would be best if you guys did the talking." He began, "The more comfortable they are, the more they'll give us."

Audrey adopted a similar position to Reid, standing awkwardly by the door as she listened to their superior, "Yeah, I don't know if that's the best idea."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like, I don't really know how to talk to these kids," She shrugged, "That wasn't really my crowd in college. I don't even know what to ask."

"Okay," Hotch turned to Reid, "You'll do the talking, then."

"But-" Spencer tried to argue, much to Hotch's annoyance.

"One of you, please talk to these students." He ordered the two, "Figure it out."

The special agent walked away, out of the room, so as to keep the students most at-ease. Audrey turned to Reid, "Come on."

"Why do you think I'll know what to say?" He whispered harshly.

"I don't know, you're a sciencey guy, I thought you hung out with these kinds of people in college!" She whispered back.

"These kinds of people?"

"You know what I mean, like…" She tried to think of a better word, but figured the effort to be useless at that point, "Nerds."

"We can hear you?" One of the students yelled over to the back of the room, Audrey held up a finger to silence him.

"One, that was uncalled for." Spencer began, "And two, no, I didn't hang out with nerds. I didn't hang out with anybody in college, I was thirteen!"

"Whatever, we're wasting time," Audrey checked the clock on the wall, which was inching toward 10:30 P.M. She sighed, "Let's just rock, paper, scissors for it."

"Are you kidding?"

"Come on, just do it." She threw out her hands, "Ready? Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

Spencer had dealt scissors, while Audrey had paper.

"Ha!"

She shook her head, "No, no, two out of three. Let's go." She prepared her hands again, "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

Audrey had rock, Spencer had scissors again. The game was tied up.

"Alright," She nodded, "One more. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

Again, Audrey had gone with rock, while Spencer stayed with scissors. He groaned, arching his head back in defeat, from which Audrey had noticed his Adam's apple protrude in a… somewhat not-disgusting (in fact, quite attractive) way. But that was a thought for another time.

"Have fun, doc." She clasped him on the shoulder, earning her a glare.

He approached the students slowly, Audrey following him at a distance.

Spencer cleared his throat, "Uh, hi, guys. My name's Dr. Spencer Ried." He rubbed the back of his neck, nervously, "I'm an, uh, agent… with the BAU. That's the, um, Behavioral Analysis Unit… of the FBI… It, uh, actually used to be called the BSU - the Behavioral Science Unit - but that was years ago-"

Audrey coughed from behind him, signaling for him to get to the point. Spencer nodded his head, taking her cough as a sign to go on with his rambling.

"Anyways, it's a part of the NCAVC, the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime," He continued with a little more confidence, "Which is also a part of this thing called the CIRG, the um- the Critical Incident Response Group. And-"

Audrey rolled her eyes, stepping in front of him, "What Dr. Reid is trying to say is that we'd really like to know if you can help us figure out these fires."

One of the students stood up from his seat, walking over to a lab table and picking up a lightbulb. It was the student from earlier, the one who met with Ellen Turner. The student lifted the bulb in the air, "See this?" He addressed the agents, "Drill a hole in the side, fill it with gasoline, or anything good and flammable… Turn the light on, then... boom."

He handed it to Reid, who stared at the bulb curiously.

"This stuff's all over the net." Another student said from her seat, "Wanna know how to make a Molotov cocktail that sets itself on fire?" She held up three fingers, listing the ingredients by memory, "Potassium, sulfur, and plain old sugar." She laughed, "Sugar- Sugar, which is-"

"Not exactly plutonium." The other boy finished for her, "And you could get this stuff anywhere."

"Like the supermarket." The girl added.

"So," Audrey eyed Spencer, who was still observing the light bulb in his hands, "You don't exactly need to be a chemistry major to know this stuff?"

"Wait," The boy tilted his head, eyebrows raised, "Do you think it's a chem student?"

Audrey internally slapped herself in the face, why did she say that out loud? "I mean, it could. But we're not leaving any stone unturned. It could be anybody - student, professor, janitor…"

"We're also not singling out people at the university." Spencer finally spoke up, handing the lightbulb back to the boy, "Anyone in the Tempe area could be responsible."

The male student looked around at the other students, who seemed rattled by Spencer's comment, he smirked, "Well, you wanna know what I think?" He held the lightbulb over his head, "I think… It would be a good time to take the semester off…" He set the bulb down, chuckling to himself.

Okay. Weird.

Audrey did her best to keep her composure, though she side-eyed Reid to see if he was feeling the same way about the student's behavior. He made brief eye contact.

She nodded, "Alright, well, thanks guys… You can go back to whatever you were doing, I guess."

Spencer made an awkward wave of his hand, as if to say "Goodbye." And with that, the two agents were on their way back to Hotch. Their pace was visibly fast, as the two desperately searched for a way out of that awkward, yet alarming, encounter. However, the voice of the young man rang again, once Audrey pressed the button for the elevator.

"Wait." He said, a slight cockiness lacing his tone, "You're gonna need this."

Audrey turned around, reflexively opening her hands in the air as a shiny piece of metal flew towards her. She caught it - a key.

The boy smiled, which gave the two agents an eerie feeling in the pits of their stomachs, "You need a key for the elevators after 10 P.M." He explained, "You're lucky I've got an extra, or else you guys were gonna be hanging out with us all night, trying to figure out the three-body problem."

Audrey gripped the key in-between her fingers as the elevator doors opened, she feigned a smile, "Thanks. Goodnight…"

"'Night."

The two shuffled into the elevator, Spencer slamming the point of his index finger against the "door close" button. Within seconds, the doors had shut. He let out a relieved breath, shoulders slumping.

Audrey did the same once she twisted the key into the keyhole and pressed the button for the main floor entrance, "Well, that was… Something…"

"Are you talking about my failed attempt at connecting with young people," Spencer winced, "Or that kid?"

"Both, I guess…" Audrey joked, "More so the kid. But we could also talk about your vast knowledge of BAU history…"

Spencer shrugged as the elevator doors creaked open, "Well, I didn't know how to explain to them what we needed to hear, so I figured to start at the beginning and-"

"They were chemistry majors, I'm pretty sure they'd be able to figure it out." Audrey stepped out of the elevator and made her way down the hall next to her colleague, "That one kid sure did…"

"Hotch is going to want to know about this," Spencer said from beside her, "Do you know whether or not we're going back to the dean's office?"

Audrey grabbed her Nokia from her pocket, "I should probably check…" She opened her most recent messages.

Hotch: Head back to hotel. Reconvene in morning.

"I guess we're going back to the hotel," She yawned, standing in place when they reached the front door, "You ready?"

"For what?"

"This blast of heat we're about to experience." Audrey sighed, "God, I hate Arizona."

Spencer pushed the door open and, as predicted, the heat struck them like a semi.

"Shouldn't it be cooler at night?" She mumbled, pulling on the collar of her shirt to provide some sort of fan to her body. She could already feel the sweat beginning to form.

"A little, but not enough to feel comfortable, especially since our bodies aren't used to the southwestern heat." Spencer explained, "May to September are actually the hottest months for Arizona. That, combined with the generally dry climate, elevation, geographic location, and the Laguna Mountains acting as a natural barrier to cooler air-"

"Nevermind, forget I asked." Audrey stopped him before he got too carried away. She checked her cell phone again, "Hotch sent a patrol car to pick us up. Should be here in five."

Spencer nodded, looking at his watch, "It's almost midnight?"

"Time flies when you're in an air conditioned building trying to hunt down a serial arsonist." She sat down on the curb, making a face, "Oh, God, do you smell that?"

"Smell what?"

Audrey sniffed the air again, then lightly sniffed her armpit, "Oh, jeez, nevermind."

Spencer looked at her inquisitively, then sniffed himself, instantly evoking a cough and a matching, scrunched face, "Oh."

"Thank God, it's not just me." She sighed from the curb, "I can't wait to get back and take the coldest shower of my life."

"I agree with a shower, but," Spencer recovered from his own stench, "Putting your body temperature through those extremes could pose a health risk."

"Fine," She rolled her eyes, "Then I can't wait to take a lukewarm shower once I get back."

Her friend nodded approvingly, "Better."

The two stood and sat in silence for a minute as their bodies continued to marinate in the uncomfortable heat, that is, until Audrey gasped, giving Spencer a mini heart-attack.

"Wait!" She stood up, "I got an idea!"

Spencer tried to compose himself, clutching his heaving chest, "What?"

Audrey looked up at him, her green eyes beaming, "We should go swimming!"