A/N: Ah my lovely Guest, I am itching to write smut for this pairing. But the current storyline makes me postpone that. There is a smut chapter in the near future though, promise.
Thank you, everyone, for still reading this. Let me know what you think!

"I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page"

- Lisa Kleypas

The call had made him cease all activity. He was in the middle of cleaning his apartment. Perched on the armrest of his couch, wearing a rubber glove on one hand, lightly tapping the vacuum cleaner with his foot, Spencer talked.
"...knew it had to be her. The general claim about dissociative identity disorder is that the patients gain peculiar characteristics, such as speaking in foreign tongues, revealing facts they have never known et cetera et cetera, but there is... wait. What was your question?"
From the other end of the call, Monica said,
"I asked how your day was going. But I don't mind. You were saying?"
"No. I... I'm sorry. You know me. I love to keep rambling"
"And you tend to do it a lot more when you're distressed. Everything okay?"
Spencer didn't reply. He glanced at the glove he had discarded.
"Dr. Reid?"
He tried not to sound pathetic.
"You're all the way there in England. I know we are used to staying apart because of my job but, I haven't seen you for the last twenty-three days. I miss you"
"I know, and I'm sorry. I miss you too. I'm going to try to come back as soon as I can, okay? I promise"
"Take your time"
"You don't sound so sure about that"
A guilty smile crept on to his face. Monica said,
"Tell me what I can do to cheer you up. Anything"
"You could tell me what kind of training you're undergoing"
"Sometimes I forget you have mad interrogation skills"
Spencer smiled.
"And you're evading"
"It's nothing special. Just brushing up on my Systema", Monica said, "And I am incorporating some Krav Maga with what I already know"
Immediately, his mind conjured an image of Monica sparring. The fierce expression on her face, the pulsing veins in her biceps, her hair tied back, and her swinging kicks.
"You're learning martial arts?", Spencer asked.
"Yeah"
"That's... that's kind of hot"
Monica gave a little laugh.
"Oh yeah? Maybe if you're lucky, I'll give you a demonstration when I get back"
He swung his foot, smiling.
"I would like that"
"Oh sweetums, I would whoop your cute little ass so bad"
"I don't doubt it"
She chuckled.
"You're precious"
He dodged the compliment by asking,
"How are your grandparents?"
"Well, Granny is great as ever. She has packed a whole bag of British sweets and teas for us. And my Grandpapa handpicked a couple of Russian Lit books for you. It's quite the honour, you know. Those are from his private collection"
"Which books? 'Cause you know I already have War and... Uh, I mean... that's really nice of them. Tell them I said thanks"
"Don't worry. You haven't read these. And I'll tell them. I'm going to see them again the day before I leave for Seattle"
That didn't seem right.
"You're going to Seattle first? New York is closer, in comparison"
"I know. I just thought I could see Veronica first. That way I can tell Nicole how she is"
"That makes sense"
"Yep"
Spencer listened carefully to her silence. He asked,
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"You don't sound excited about meeting your godchild"
"Technically, I'm not her godmother by religion. Nicole and Paul just told me that's what I was"
"It makes sense though. They wanted a good role model for their daughter, someone who cared about her"
Monica said,
"Someone who hasn't seen her since she was six months old"
He was sympathetic.
"Don't beat yourself up over it. These things happen. I didn't see Gideon for eight years after he left the BAU", he added, "But that's not really a good example"
"No. It is. I know what you mean"
He hated hearing her voice so devoid of emotion. If only he could hug her and kiss her face. That always seemed to cheer her up.
Spencer asked,
"Are you going to be okay?"
"I'm fine, Dr. Reid. Don't worry about me. Speaking of not keeping in touch", Monica said, "Have you met Derek recently?"
He admitted,
"Not in a while. But it's Hank's birthday this week. I will see him then"
"Good. Veronica's birthday is this month too. I am hoping to get out of here before that. It would be nice to see her on her birthday. Paul always makes a big deal out of birthdays. I could take some pictures and show those to Nicole"
"I think she would like that"
"She would"
Again with the monotone.
"Monica?"
"Yeah?"
Spencer almost pleaded.
"Talk to me"
She took her time to reply. At last, she did, confirming his doubts.
"I haven't seen Nicole in a long time. It's bringing up a lot of guilt"
"But you are going to see her. Soon"
"I know", she said, "Hey?"
"What?"
"Tell me you love me"
Ever since her stay in the hospital, saying that over the phone had become their new favourite thing to do. Spencer smiled, as he said,
"Monica, I love you"
Her voice took on a softer tone.
"Thank you. You have no idea how much that helps me"
"Glad to be of service"
"One more thing"
"Sure"
"Do Dirty Harry for me"
Spencer laughed.
"No!"
"What? I like hearing you say 'punk'!"
"You start laughing when I get to that part!"
Great. She was laughing. And he was too.
"You're doing it already!", he complained.
"Okay!", Monica grinned, "No Dirty Harry"
Glad to hear her sounding happy again, Spencer made a suggestion.
"How about... you do Irene Adler for me instead?"
"You sure? Don't blame me if you get a raging erection again"
He turned red right up to the roots of his hair.
"That...!", he was flustered, "That was because you were wearing the..."
Another voice over the phone, from her end, interrupted the conversation.
"If you're done giving phone head, muffin-tits, bring your tushie back inside. It's time for dinner"
Spencer was quick to ask,
"Who is that?"
He could tell Monica was smiling.
"Helen, my trainer"
"That sounded like a guy"
Monica explained,
"Still undergoing hormone therapy"
Spencer said,
"Okay. Is she good?"
"The best I know. And Helen actually prefers "they". Listen, I have to get going. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Take good care of yourself"
But they had only talked for... he checked.
'Twenty-five minutes? How?'
Spencer reluctantly said,
"You too"
Monica sighed,
"Bye"
'Come back to me'
"Bye"