29th September 2017

Spencer had a free period. No lectures and currently no marking. He'd already been up to the bullpen to see if there was anything he could do to help, but J.J. had assured him that they were fine, that there was no use getting himself worked up over case files he didn't have information for. So, Spencer had made for his next option.

The air in the lab was fresh and cool against his skin. The lights tripped on as he passed an unseen motion sensor and he realised everything was still. No Jethro. No Clive. No Sasha. He sighed to himself and considered leaving. But before he did, he sent a quick text and ventured further. Perhaps she was with someone. As his palm touched the steel door marked 'theatre' his cell pinged.

Only down the road. Be back in 10 X

In that case, he thought, he might as well stick around. He knew Sasha wouldn't mind him going and sitting in the office and making himself a drink.

The room smelled different than the last time he was in there. He couldn't place it at first, and set off the coffee machine before walking around. Jethro's desk was filled with incomplete paperwork, a couple of old coffee mugs, a post-it note with a phone number scribbled on it and a plate with some crusts on it. What Spencer assumed was Clive's desk was next to Jethro's and was the polar opposite. Files neatly stacked, pens in the pot and computer expertly laid out. At a right angle to Clive's desk, Spencer found the cause of the smell. A large rodent cage with fresh straw bedding. As he approached, a little brown head appeared and squeaked at him before dipping back into the yellow straw. A crude 'Hello, My name is' sticker had been put in the corner of the cage informing Spencer that this little creature's name was 'Hawkbit'.

"Okay, Clive," Spencer heard Sasha in the garage. "If you could take Mr Cox to cabin 9 and tuck him in for the night."

"Boss." came the single worded reply.

"Thanks!" She called cheerfully. "I think you're pretty much done after that, you know."

"Thank you, Boss."

Sasha was rubbing her neck when she walked into the office. It took her a moment to see Spencer standing next to Hawkbit's cage. Her shoulders dropped and her facial features visually changed, becoming lighter - younger almost - at the sight of the FBI agent.

"Hey," she smiled dropped her hand.

"Hey." Spencer waved across the room. Sasha turned from him and filled two cups. "Whats with the guinea pig?"

"Sometimes Bowie or Capitol end up with too many animals for their labs." Sasha walked over, holding one of the stale white cups in front of her to Spencer. "They usually give me a call if I need something before they do whatever with them. He arrived two days ago."

"Okay." Spencer nodded. It was unusual practice to name a test subject. "Why Hawkbit?"

"They started this two months after I started here." She sat in Clive's unoccupied chair. "One of the interns named a group of mice we had in after the mice in Cinderella." She took a sip of her coffee. "Once they'd been named, I couldn't bring myself to sign any of the tests we actually needed them for. She took those ones home. Then came Bugs and Daffy - both gerbils by the way - Tom, Jerry, Nibbles and Topsy. All have ended up finding homes with either one of the boys or one of the interns."

"Hawkbit?"

"They're on a Watership Down phase." Sasha shrugged. "He may end up staying for good though. Quite cute, really." She seemed to drift off into her thoughts for a moment and the pair stayed silent, enjoying their much needed drinks.

"Boss?" Clive appeared in the doorway. The tall man looked across his boss and their visitor. Spencer could see his small eyes darting around between them, seeing how relaxed they were, seeing how close their were.

"Done?" Clive nodded once. "Fab-U-lous." Sasha span the chair slowly. "Have a lovely weekend at your sisters, Clive."

"Boss." And he left. Spencer's 'spidey senses' (as Garcia had once called it) went into over drive around the strange man.

"What's his deal?" Spencer leaned against the desk Hawkbit's cage was on, choosing to not sit on Jethro's chair.

"Bit of a silent Kemper vibe isn't there." Sasha nodded. "His uncle was my predecessor. Asked me to keep an eye on him and keep him busy. Never asked for more details."

"Are you sure you're safe working around him?" Sasha chuckled and nodded up to the corner of the room.

"We've camera's everywhere for a start." She took another sip of coffee. "Add to the fact, he tends to vomit whenever I need him to assist. He's strange, but he's pretty harmless." Spencer didn't feel so sure. Something about him unnerved Spencer, and these days, that was hard to do.

31st October 2017

It had been a long and difficult month. Spencer had returned to active duty. Sasha had accepted her new interns. Again, meet ups had to be postponed or cancelled between both situations. They had managed a few morning coffee's or lunches sat chatting in Sasha's own small office to the side of the main room in the lab. Spencer sat bouncing his knee on the plane. J.J. and Emily kept sharing concerned glances, like he couldn't see them. Rossi was watching him over the top of his newspaper and Spencer couldn't see what the other three were doing, but he guessed something similar. It had been a difficult case, but weren't they all? However, that wasn't what was raising Spencer's blood pressure.

He'd tried to satisfy himself with their semi public gatherings. With their texts and their phone call last night after he'd retired for the night to his cramped hotel room. He knew the exact moment he'd felt himself coil like a spring. It had been late, late for Spencer and even later for Sasha, they'd been mindlessly chatting over the day. Sasha told Spencer over how Clive had taken to sitting 'like a Bond villain' with Hawkbit on his knee at his pristine desk. Spencer had chuckled over the misconceptions some of the small town police officers had held over murder/suicide statistics and then he heard it. A soft little groan coming from the ear piece of his cell phone. His rational mind knew that Sasha had likely just stretched and was sighing in relief of the loosened muscles. His primal brain instantly brought back a small clip of memory. A split second were he had made her moan.

As soon as they had landed and the doors were opened, Spencer shot from his seat, throwing a quick 'goodbye' over his shoulder. He knew they'd be worried. But right now, he didn't care. He made it to his car and threw his go-bag on the passenger seat desperately trying to picture the drive to Sasha's home. He'd never been, but he knew the place.

Thirty-seven minutes later, he pulled up outside of the gates to 'Johnston Family Funeral Home'. Jethro, in particular, took great pleasure in teasing Sasha about her address, but she had shrugged it off saying it was cheap and the neighbours were quiet. The door was large and blue, and Spencer didn't fully feel in control as he reached out to swing the knocker. The door opened slightly and a disgruntled man stuck his head through.

"It's half 12. We're closed." He went to shut the door.

"I'm looking for Sasha." Spencer rushed out quickly. The man leaned out of the door slightly and pointed to a small cabin further down the drive with a single porch light on. "Thanks." Spencer didn't wait for a response, he knew he wouldn't get anymore than the door shut in his face. He jogged the short distance and knocked. It felt like a lifetime before he heard a key click in the lock.

"Spencer?" She sounded surprised. Spencer barely took in her relaxed appearance, a vest and shorts with an over size mens dress shirt open over the top.

"Can -Can I come in?" He asked, trying to steady his voice. He felt both better and worse for being here. She just moved aside and held the door open wider. Spencer stepped through and let Sasha shut and lock the wooden door behind him. He tried once more to steady himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. But that had been a bad idea, everything in this room smelled like Sasha. Of her fresh floral perfume and her apricot shampoo. She walked around in front of him.

"Is everything okay, Spencer?" She whispered quietly and reached for his clenched fists, wriggling her fingers into his palm. Her soft, warm skin ignited sparks within Spencer. He didn't even open his eyes, but he pulled her close, hooking one hand into the small of her back and the other on her hip. He enjoyed how she was pressed against him like this, but he needed more. He kissed her. Hard. Expecting her to pull away, he was surprised when she met his passion with her own, adding fuel to the already blistering inferno raging inside of him. He felt her tip toe and purred at the new sensation of her body rubbing against his. Then her hands tangled in his hair, holding him tight to her and she moaned. It was beautiful and carnal. It was shameful and blissful. Spencer let his mouth wander from Sasha's lips, planting open mouthed kisses along her defined jaw and to her exposed neck. "Mmm, Spencer."

Spencer felt Sasha's hands slide down his neck and over his shoulders, pushing his jacket to the floor. Spencer's fingers hit warm flesh as his hand wandered from it's hold of Sasha's hip to her well formed, and bare due to the length of her barely there shorts, gluteal sulcus. He recently found an obsession when discovering exactly how pert the M.E.'s bottom was in a particularly tight pair of jeans and had been aching to know exactly how it would feel to graze his finger tips along that crease and ever so slightly between her thighs. He vaguely heard his name before their lips crashed together once more. Spencer's pressed into Sasha's smaller frame, forcing her to take a step backwards. And then another. And another. Until they both fell backwards, both too focused on each other to really process, onto the fabric sofa in the middle of the room.

Sasha's legs wrapped around Spencer's waist, he felt her lock her ankles together on his back and the pressure of her pulling him closer to her. Her hands played with the collar of his burgundy shirt, running along the fabric. Her finger tips ghosted over the buttons, teasing him with the thought of her soft hands undressing him while their tongues fought for dominance. Only hand released itself from Miss Clarke's hip and Spencer didn't even attempt to stop the appendage seeking more of the warm, soft flesh beneath him. As his hand traced the curvature of her slight waist and along the swell of her ribcage, Spencer took delight in feeling how hard she was breathing. How far her ribs splayed to gulp air in effort to fuel their activities. Spencer broke their kiss, panting hard. His body was reacting to her far easier than he'd thought it would. He rested his forehead against hers, desperately trying to control himself.

Spencer missed the momentary glimmer in Sasha's bright eyes. If he had caught it, perhaps he would have been prepared for her slight shove and the swing of her hips that forced the pair to roll over, and ultimately, onto the floor. Sasha's hands ran along Spencer's neck and down onto his chest and she pushed herself into a sitting position straddling Spencer's hips. They both moaned at this new sensation. Spencer watched as Sasha moved over him, reaching out and taking his hands before moving them to her firm buttocks and showing him how to teach her what he enjoyed. The friction was a pleasant release. Sasha clearly felt the same, as a flush of passion spread across her heaving chest. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and let her head tilt back, her pleasure evident. For a second, Spencer's mind considered how much better this position would be without any clothing. His cock twitched at the though of no barriers, of being able to thrust in and out of her heated core.

With a surge of uncharacteristic confidence, Spencer sat himself up, wrapped one arm around Sasha's waist and let his mouth claim her exposed throat as its own. He littered the skin with open mouthed kisses and gentle nips from his teeth. Sasha hummed her approval and knotted the fingers of one hand into Spencer's hair once more.

"Mmm Spencer..." Sasha's voice was low. "Spencer... We... Oh God...We should stop."

" Don't." Kiss. "Want." Kiss. "To." Kiss.

"Spencer," Sasha sat back slightly and out of the reach of Spencer's lips. "Seriously."

"I'm sorry." Spencer dropped his eyes. "I didn't quite mean for this to happen. I just needed to see you."

"I've missed you too." She smiled and hooked her finger under the agents chin, forcing him to look up again. "Do you really want this, Spencer?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Spencer chuckled slightly making reference to the still very obvious hardness pressing between Sasha's thighs.

"You know what I mean, doofus," Sasha giggled and playfully slapped Spencer's shoulder. "If we take this to 'the next level' and have sex, it will change whatever it is we having going on. Do you want that?" Spencer considered for half a second then closed the gap between them once more and gave Sasha a soft, careful kiss. One designed and planned to allow her to feel exactly how he felt. Sasha broke the kiss, smiled and stood up. Spencer was left on the floor feeling incredibly confused.

"Are you coming?" She called, leaning against one of the three doors leading into the main part of the house.

"Sorry?"

"Well, Mr Romeo," She mocked a sigh. "I don't really fancy our first time together being on that floor. " He felt his face break into a grin as he quickly got off the hard wooden floor to join Sasha. She caught him in a playful kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and he surprised himself by lifting her, allowing her to lock her ankles again, and holding her close.

"Please tell me you have protection," Spencer wondered out loud against Sasha's full lips. He felt her mouth turn upwards into a smile and her head nod as he opened the door to the bedroom and carried her inside.