Spencer walked down the hallway to find Cat staring out the glass doors to the waiting SWAT van. She wasn't facing him, but he could feel her pain. At that moment, his phone began to ring. He pulled it from his pocket and stared at J.J.'s name flashing on the screen. He looked back up at Cat who hadn't moved from her position.
"Hey, we have a problem," he said answering the phone. "She won't tell me where the kids are unless I take her to see my place."
Cat spun around with a furrowed brow. Her jaw slightly dropped in utter confusion.
"Yes, I realize what I'm suggesting. It's not like I'll be completely alone," he said. "I'm willing to take the risk. Give me two hours and I promise I can break her."
With that, Spencer hung up, pushed past Cat and out the door. She stayed still, in shock, before going after him. Just as he was ducking into the van, she grabbed his arm. He turned to see her glaring at him.
"What in the world are you doing?" she growled under her breath.
"Trust me," he whispered before loudly scolding her. "I don't want to hear it, just get in the van."
She glanced over her shoulder to see the sexy Puerto Rican guy walking out of the building. He looked furious. Normally this would have delighted her, but right now she had no idea what Spencer was doing and it was throwing her off her game.
"Get in!" he snapped.
Cat quietly climbed into the van and sat down, while Mr. Sexy approached Spencer.
"What are you doing?" he asked gently.
"It's our last hope. If we don't do this, those kids are done for," Spencer said.
Cat was a little sickened by his convincing lie. Not that she never lied, but it made her wonder was he ever really honest with her or was everything just an act.
"There has to be another way."
"Let's just get this over with. It'll be over in two hours and she'll be back where she deserves," he snarled before climbing into the van and plopping down next to her.
Cat felt uneasy about what was happening. She was used to always being in control and now all of a sudden, she was in the dark. It scared her. Reminded her of her childhood, vulnerable. She curled into herself a bit as she looked out the window and watched the world go by.
When they reached his apartment complex the rest of the BAU team was there waiting. They were all watching her with disgust. Not that she was used to anything different, but for once, she actually was innocent in all of this. That was an unsettling feeling.
"Spencer, a word," Emily said sternly.
He walked over to her and she heard them whispering amongst themselves. At one point, she heard him tell them they needed to trust him and that everything would be ok. He had a plan. When he stepped away from them, no one looked any happier. Blondie was staring her down harder than ever.
"Let's go," he said angrily to Cat.
She followed him quietly up the stairs until they reached door 23. He pulled his key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and held it open for her to enter. Once inside, Spencer shut the door and locked it behind himself. She saw his angry demeanor fade almost instantly.
"Sorry about that, I had to keep the ruse going," he said as he shimmied out of his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. "I don't have a lot to offer, but I think I have a bit of scotch," he said as he walked toward the kitchen.
"What are we doing here? Why did you lie to your team?" she said not moving from her spot.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face her.
"Well, you wanted a real date experience and if our date hadn't been a set up, I would've asked you to come back to my place for a drink," he replied.
"Oh," was all Cat could muster up to say.
"This is your last chance to be free Cat. To be yourself and experience a small glimmer of happiness without everyone watching. We only have until 10pm, so don't waste it trying to understand or question my reasons," he said before heading into the kitchen.
She listened as cupboard doors opened and closed. She heard the sound of ice clinking on glass. A few moments later he appeared with two Scotch's. He handed her one and took a sip of his own.
"So, it's your time now. What do you want?"
She looked around the room as she sipped on her drink. She knew exactly what she wanted, but the fear of rejection lingered in her mind. Normally, she wasn't the type to care about that. In fact, she had thrown herself at Spencer before and he hadn't taken her up on the offer. But maybe this time was different. He had brought her here on his own and he did show signs all night that he liked her.
But he was a liar. He did what he had to do to get things out of her. But she'd already told him about the kids, so he had no reason to bring her here other than what he said. She hadn't even realized he had moved closer to her. His hand reached out and took her glass, placing it on a nearby table.
"What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted?" he asked confused.
"Yes," she said almost too softly.
"You don't trust me," he said with a look of disappointment.
"There's no reason for me to trust you. I don't deserve any of this. I deserve for this to be some sort of trap," she said as her voice cracked.
"I won't deny what is inevitably going to happen when this is over and you already know my feelings on your guilt so I'm not going to rehash that," he said as he glanced at his watch. "But I'm giving you the gift of 1 hour and 54 minutes of freedom. Your last chance to be with me if you want. Our last goodbye."
Cat nibbled anxiously on her fingernails as tears welled up in her eyes. This all seemed too good to be true and yet, she had no reason not to believe him. There really wasn't anything he gained by lying to his friends. In fact, if they found out, he would likely be fired. His entire life would be turned upside down. He took this risk for her and that suddenly said so much.
"Ok, let's not waste any more time, then," she said as she swiped away a loose tear. "Lead me to your room."
(xxxxx)
Spencer stood in front of Cat staring deeply into her eyes. He reached out and gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, his thumb lingering to rub the soft skin of her cheek.
"Why?" Cat whispered. She suddenly needed to know.
"Because tonight I got to see the real you. The one I saw glimpses of in the past. The one who sent fire through my veins and tingling up my spine. The one I could've fallen in love with if things had been different."
"Well, shit Spencer," she huffed before grabbing his collar and pulling him to her lips.
Their first kiss. Cat's heart raced in her chest as they passionately made out in the middle of his bedroom. Something she had dreamed about from the moment she laid eyes on him. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair as he tried to bring her closer.
As their tongues battled one another, Cat slowly undid Spencer's tie. The hiss of it being yanked off made her instantly wet. They broke their kiss momentarily to catch their breath before pressing back together again. Spencer's hands gently roamed her arms, shoulders, back, while she carefully unbuttoned his black shirt.
Once opened she slid her hands along his chest causing his breath to hitch in satisfaction. He leaned back to watch her as she trailed her fingers along his body. He leaned forward and began placing soft kisses along her neck and shoulders. With one hand he gently pushed the strap away as he kissed and licked her warm skin. After a moment, he switched to the other side, repeating the same action.
Cat shimmied as her dress slipped easily to the floor, leaving her in only her panties. Spencer returned to her mouth where he nipped and sucked at her lips and tongue. Cat was about to reach for his belt, when he pushed her over onto the bed. She landed with an ungraceful flop. Before she could protest, he was on top of her, frantically kissing her.
She suddenly felt cold and alone when Spencer popped away from her body. She opened her eyes to see him standing over her, her legs dangling over the edge of his bed. He was looking at her with such desire and lust, it nearly choked her.
Spencer ran his hands up her legs, sweeping over her hips and up her sides, stopping to gently massage her breasts. Cat sighed as he kneaded them and placed a few kisses along the nipples. She felt his hands move down her belly. They stopped just along the edge of her panties. He looked at her for confirmation before slipping them slowly off.
Cat felt herself burning with a mixture of want and shyness. She never cared what her body looked like before, but things were different with Spencer. She wanted him to be impressed. To be hypnotized by her and she surely didn't feel that way.
"Hey," he said, sensing her worry.
She looked up to see him watching her with a soft gaze.
"You're beautiful," he said with a smile. "Absolutely, stunningly beautiful."
She wanted to be normal and tell him to shut up and fuck her already. She wanted to say something sarcastic or deflect the attention, but instead she closed her eyes and tried to hold her tears at bay. He was the only person to make her weak. She felt his lips on her cheek, forehead, and then her mouth. This time it was tender. Something to soothe her.
She opened her eyes and stared deep into his. He gave her a quick gentle kiss before pulling away from her and disappearing from view. She sat up to see him kneeling on the floor. She went to protest, but his finger lifted to his lips and he softly shushed her.
She leaned back on her elbows as she watched him move toward her flaming center. He occasionally detoured to plant kisses along her inner thighs. When he finally reached her, she was throbbing with desire. Ever so slightly, he ran the tip of his tongue up the slit making her oversensitive nerves twitch.
After a few teases, she let out a loud groan as his mouth fully engulfed her clit. She squirmed as he expertly made out with her pussy. His lips drawing her in as he sucked and licked her. Cat's head was thrown back in ecstasy as he continued to eat her out. She nearly leapt off the bed when his tongue slipped lower and poked its' way into her.
"Fuck, you're good at that," she groaned as she reached out to run a hand through his messy hair. She saw a proud smirk creep onto his face.
"Don't let that get go to your head, you still need to make me come," she said playfully.
His mouth popped off of her momentarily, his lips glistening with her juices.
"Sweetheart, I'll make you come so hard you'll be praising my name," he said with a grin.
"Is that so? Care to make a game of this?" she said a little winded. "First one to beg for their orgasm wins."
"We only have two hours," he said.
"Then you better work fast," she said with a devilish smile.
"Game on."