2nd December 2017

They'd finished up the case the next day and headed home. While Spencer had been exhausted, he'd also been hoping Sasha would have followed him home. But she didn't. She'd given his hand a brief squeeze, yawned and headed downstairs into the lab. Garcia had murmured something about how she needed to stop sleeping at the office and busied herself in checked everyone over before they all filed out to their cars and homes.

He'd tried to wait patiently for a text. But one never came. So on the morning of Saturday the 2nd of December, Spencer got himself up and ready and into his car to make the forty minute drive to Sasha's home. Only to be told by the same disgruntled man he'd woken on Hallowe'en that Sasha wasn't home, she hadn't been in days. Spencer tried to control his heart rate as he drove back towards the office. He tried to stop his mind walking through every case they'd been on where no one had noticed the victim was missing for far too long.

As soon as he walked into the basement morgue, he knew someone was down here. The lights were already on and there was soft music coming from the office. Spencer stood in the doorway, he could see her straight away and his heart slowed from it's rapid attack on his chest. Sasha was there, sitting at Clive's desk, typing something on the computer in front of her. She was wearing her usual work attire, plain blue scrubs, her rubber shoes had been discarded on the floor so she could bring her legs up onto the chair with her in the way Spencer had found she likes to sit when she reads. Next to her, on the desk was a large white mug with a bit of paper and string looped around the handle.

"Have you been here since the case?" Spencer's voice was low, so he didn't make the tired woman jump. Though he suspected that she knew someone was behind her already.

"If I say 'no' will you leave me alone?" The exhaustion was clear in her tone.

"It's Saturday, Sasha."

"Doesn't stop people dying though." She carried on typing. Spencer walked the short distance between them and dragged Jethro's chair over to sit next to her. He reached his hand and put it over hers that was sitting idle on the mouse.

"You'll make yourself ill." She still hadn't moved. "Lets go get you something to eat and somewhere to sleep?" It wasn't much of a question. But slowly he felt Sasha relax and give in to his request.

Three hours later, Spencer sat in his front room reading. They'd picked up bagels on the way to his apartment and he'd found Sasha something more comfortable than her street clothes to sleep in. He'd wanted to follow her into his bedroom, he'd wanted to wrap himself around her and keep her safe from whatever demons were destroying her mind right now. But he just stood in the hall and awkwardly waved as she shut the door on him before trying to make himself comfortable on the couch to wait for her.

At quarter to one, someone knocked on his apartment door. He threw a cautious look at the bedroom door and considered his options. He could ignore the door - he wasn't expecting anyone - and play it off that he wasn't in or he could answer it and hope it was a quick open and shut situation. As the visitor knocked again, Spencer sighed, put down his book and went to unlock the door.

"Hey, Kid." Derek Morgan stood in the door way. He waved a greeting.

"Oh... Um...Hi?"

"I come all this way and you wont even invite me in?" Morgan smirked and pointed into the apartment. Spencer sighed and let the door fall open, allowing the larger man into his home.

While Morgan appeared in a jovial mood - like he was on a friendly visit - it was clear to Spencer that his old friend was trying to reassess a long held profile that Morgan had on the younger agent. Spencer knew straight away. From the way Morgan slowly walked into the room, to the way his eyes flitted from surface to surface.

"Ah... Coffee?" Spencer gestured to the stools at the kitchen island. Morgan nodded and sat himself down, leaning on his elbows, forearms on the counter, as he did. "You wont find it." he sighed as he set the coffee pot off.

"Find what?" Morgan feigned innocence causing Spencer to gave a weak smile.

"I'm not using again, Morgan." Spencer stared straight at his friend. He could see the metaphoric clogs turning behind Morgan's eyes as he decided what to do next.

"Never said you were, Kid." he admitted quietly.

"The others think I am, don't they?" Spencer muttered while straightening the cups he'd put ready for the coffee.

"Spencer..." Morgan started, then stopped. "They're just worried about you."

"They could have asked me."

"They're scared." Morgan said simply, accepting the coffee from Spencer. "They say your moods been all over, you've been late and rushing off as soon as you can."

"They still could have just asked me." Spencer sulked.

"What's going on, Kid?" Morgan's eyes searched for Spencer's. "We're all worried about you."

"Nothing." Spencer said and took a swig of his coffee, nearly scalding his mouth when he did. "Hey, hows Hank?" Morgan's face broke into a grin while he reached for his phone and began to rattle off up to date information on his son's development and interest. They only stopped when the bedroom door at the end of the hall opened. Morgan sat up straighter, his hand on his gun. He relaxed a little as a half dressed and barely awake Sasha wandered into sight. She was wearing two odd socks, rolled down to the ankle, her legs bare and Spencer prayed to a god he didn't believe in she was wearing underwear because all that could be seen was his half buttoned blue shirt just covering her while it hung loose from her body and off her shoulder.

"Nothing, eh?" Spencer caught the small smirk on Morgan's face that was matched with a light hearted chuckle.

"Oh... Hi." Sasha yawned slightly as she approached the two men at the kitchen counter. "Didn't know you were expecting company." She smiled weakly at Spencer.

"I wasn't," Spencer smiled back. He was sure Morgan was profiling their every move towards each other, but he didn't care. "This is Derek Morgan, Morgan this is Sasha Clarke."

"I usually prefer to meet people when I've more clothes on," Sasha smiled sheepishly but held her hand out for Morgan who took it and flashed her a dazzling smile.

"Don't worry about it." She nodded at him. The turned into the kitchen and boosted herself onto the cupboards, giving both men and involuntary flash of her lace panties.

"Sasha," They'd had this discussion a number of times, Sasha claimed he put things up high because of 'tall people privileged' and he was convinced that one day she was going to hurt herself jumping on and off the counter like that. He forgot Morgan was there for a moment, stepped behind her and reached up to take the cup she was reaching for in one hand and put the other on her waist to guide her back down to what he deemed was 'safety'. He turned back to Morgan who was sat with his eye brows raised and a grin from ear to ear.

Thankfully, Morgan managed to compose himself before Sasha finished making her tea and joined them at the counter where a string of pleasantries were exchanged. After a short while, Sasha noticed a photo of Hank still open on Morgan's phone. Spencer watched her out of the corner of his eye while still making idle conversation with Morgan. A small smile ghosted across her lips as she observed the chubby cheeked little boy grinning a toothless grin widely on the small device.

"He's cute." She smiled.

"Ah," Morgan gushed. "Takes after his daddy!"

"Oh." Sasha's face clouded over slightly. "Can't be yours then." she teased, puffing her cheeks out. Morgan obviously didn't know Sasha as well as Spencer, who knew she was playing with him, rather like a cat does with a mouse.

"No... He's my son." Morgan said.

"Nope." Sasha popped the p. "Far too cute to be yours." And she stuck her tongue out at him and left with her cup of tea back to the bedroom. Spencer fought with himself to not laugh, but Morgan's shocked face pushed him over the edge.

"Where the hell did you find her?" Morgan eventually chuckled.

"Er... Well..." Spencer stammered slightly.

"Oh! I get it." Morgan smiled at Spencer. "Secrets safe with me. I like her." Morgan checked his watch and made his excuses but before leaving he dropped his head low to Spencer's "For the record - I didn't think you were using again."

3rd December 2017

The was nothing more beautiful, Spencer decided, than watching the lazy morning sun weave through his blinds and cast soft shadows across Sasha's pale and naked skin. She was lead on her stomach, her arms raised and crossed under the pillow supporting her head and giving Spencer the perfect view of the curve of her spine and her well toned legs. Sadly, his view of her backside was obstructed by a small amount of his bed sheets snaking around her hips.

He liked this. He liked the way they would spend the evening satisfying themselves with each other, then fall asleep in a tangled mess. Sometimes they would talk a while first, other times they'd exhausted themselves so much there was no energy left to talk. At some point in the night, they would disengage. Spencer preferred this to previous bed partners' habits of holding him so tightly he felt like he might suffocate. It showed him that Sasha was, mostly, independent. She didn't have any insecurities about their relationship. But he couldn't help but notice that some part of her would always be touching or reaching for him. Today, her foot was resting next to his.

Spencer reached out on hand and gently traced patterns down Sasha's back. She sighed contently and Spencer's mind instantly jumped back to the previous night. Memories of being pulled into Sasha's waiting arms and open legs while she'd sat on the kitchen counter, still only wearing her panties and his shirt. Of hearing her gasp when his lips grazed just the right spot on her neck. How it had felt wrapping his arms around her and carrying her into the bedroom. Of her kissing and biting down his chest as she unbuttoned the dark shirt he'd been wearing and then onto his trousers. Of how he'd been aching for her by the time she'd wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock and quickly slid the condom down. He could almost feel how she'd straddled him and teased him. How they'd both moaned in unison when she eventually gave in to his begs and whimpers and sank down onto his rock hard length, engulfing him in her hot, tight inner walls. She rode him hard, letting his hands grope her ass cheeks while she did, and whimpered and moaned for him. He could vividly remember the exact moment she came for him. How the flush of ecstasy spread across her face, as her eyes closed and that glorious gasp of his name fell from her lips, and down her chest at the same time as her muscles rhythmically contracted and relaxed around him sending him over the edge. Spencer had to blink a few times to remind himself that he was just remembering the feeling of Sasha's naked chest, still heaving, pressed against him, his cock still inside her, as she peppered small kisses on his neck and jaw bone and he held her tight to him as they came down from their shared high.

Sasha began to stir under Spencer's hand. She yawned and rolled over, her ass landing perfectly in Spencer's lap. Perfectly against his erection thinly veiled under pyjama pants.

"Oh," she muttered sleepily. "Good morning to you too." and she twisted her neck around to kiss him, grabbing the hand that had been on her back to pull him tighter in. Spencer kissed her back. Sasha ground herself against him, her breathing getting harder as she did. Spencer slipped his other arm under her waist and let it roam, grabbing her bare breast. The hand she'd originally grabbed, wiggled free and began to explore. Down her abdomen, across her thighs and eventually at the apex of her legs. Flat palmed at first, gently rubbing and giving her the friction she was seeking to press herself against, but then his own need took over, he ran a single finger across her slit, testing her readiness.

"Fuck, Sash." he moaned into her ear. His hand quickly ran from her heated core down to her thigh and in one swift movement, Spencer shifted himself out of the way and rolled Sasha onto her back then put himself between her legs, hovering inches above where he really would have preferred to be. But this was a new position to Spencer. He'd always just 'laid back and took it' in the past, letting the few women he'd brought home (or gone home with) to have their way with him more than trying to please them. His eyes hungrily raked over Sasha's body. He realised he'd taken too long when she began to squirm under him, using her arms to cover her self slightly. He sort her eyes with his own and easily moved her arms back away. "You're beautiful." He dipped his head down to meet her and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. "You're brave." Another kiss. "And strong." And again. "And you're all I could ever want."

"Then take me," she breathed into his mouth and their bodies and lips came crashing together.