A/N: I know I know I know. I promised chapters on Saturday and I didn't deliver. In my defence, I did have them all typed up but then my wifi was down. It only got fixed yesterday! So now I'm finally uploading them. I didn't get any reviews for my last chapter, that made me really really sad :( where are you guys? Are you not reading anymore? Well, I'm still writing. I'm getting at least three chapters to you before I leave on Saturday to an internetless realm for two weeks.
28th September 2011
AmeliaPOV
Spencer started back at work two days ago and in all honesty I thought I was coping well without him. It was strange, to be alone after two weeks with him. I was feeling much better; the scars were healing, both the mental and the physical ones, and Spencer reminds me every day how special and beautiful I am, which helped build my confidence and was a big step in my recovery. I still struggle with the nightmares, but they are now only three times a week at the most, so we were both sleeping much easier. It was wonderful to wake up every morning in Spencer's arms; it made me feel warm, and secure. He was special in that way; he had the ability to make me feel secure with a simply look, or a smile. The team had been up to visit quite a few times, Garcia and JJ even more so. It was clear to see that they were the mother hens of the group.
Today was a big day for me; I had both my fitness to work interview with Hotch and Strauss, and my psychological evaluation with Morgan. If I passed both, I could start work on Monday as planned. I felt ready to start work; I wanted to get to helping people again, and I was starting to get cabin fever from being in my apartment all the time. Spencer was so sweet this morning; he had gotten up early and made me burnt toast and coffee for breakfast. The toast wasn't that tasty; but it was the thought that counted. He even bought me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and offered to take me in to work. I declined the offer of a lift though; I wanted, needed, to drive myself in.
After Spence had left for his long day of paperwork, I set to work on some baking; I was making two dozen vanilla sponge fairy cakes. They were for the team; as a thank you for their support over the past few weeks. It was the least I could do after all they had done for me. I had made enough for two for everyone, including Will, Henry, Jack, Strauss and myself. After they had cooled considerably, I got out my icing kit and set to work on decorating the cakes with little personalised decorations.
Hotch's cakes had a necktie on one, and running shoes on the other.
Rossi's had a whiskey bottle, and a cigar.
Morgan's had an American football, and the word 'babygirl' in bright pink icing.
JJ's also had an American football, and what I would call a football, but the Americans called it a soccer ball, since she loved sports religiously.
Prentiss' had a little black cat and a wine bottle.
Garcia's had a little script and a little stick figure made from chocolate icing to represent Derek.
Will's had music notes, to represent jazz and a police badge.
Both Henry's and Jack's had superman and batman symbols on them.
Strauss' there was a tree, to represent her beloved Bonsai tree and a little dog, as she loved dogs.
Finally, on Spencer's cakes I put a book, and a magic wand with sparks coming off it.
My cakes? Eaten whilst I iced, of course!
By the time I had finished that, and cleaned up both myself and my kitchen, it was time for me to leave. I boxed my cakes up into seven separate Tupperware dishes before heading down to my car and climbing in.
I drove towards the BAU, stopping in at Spencer's favourite deli and coffee shop on Fifth Street to pick up some lunch for the pair of us.
I reached the BAU an hour before my appointment with Strauss. It was odd to be going into the building again; it felt like a lifetime since I was here last. I walked through the glass doors, and it felt like the office stopped for a brief second, before whirring to life again as if nothing had happened.
The team looked over from their desks with a smile, Garcia rushing to pull me into a very tight hug.
"Watch it Pen, I don't want the cake to squish, seeing you reminds me. Is there any way you and the girls could come shopping with me on Saturday? It's Spence's birthday soon, and I'm needing some inspiration." I asked
"That sounds great! I'll text you a time." She said as we both began to walk towards my desk. I set down the Tupperware before sitting down in my spinny chair.
"What's with all this curlytop?" Morgan asked with a smirk.
I smiled, locating the correct dish for the right person. "These are some little fairy cakes I made this morning, as a token of appreciation for all the support you've given me these past few weeks, I couldn't have got this far without you all. "
"You didn't need to do that." JJ scolded lightly, "We're family, we always help family."
"Well, I wanted to. It felt right." I said
Strauss walked through the doors at that moment, "your interview isn't for an hour yet Agent." Strauss said sternly.
I swallowed my pride and stood, last dish in hand, "I know ma'am, but I dropped in early to see everyone and eat with Spencer on his lunch break. This is for you ma'am, as a token of thanks for all your support when I've needed it. It hasn't gone unappreciated I assure you." I said, handing her the last dish.
A look crossed her face that I had never seen before, it looked like thanks? "Thank you Agent. See you at one." She said, moving quickly to her office.
Spencer stood, "So where are we going for lunch?" he asked me, as the others fawned over their little cakes.
I gestured to the coffee cups and the bags from his favourite deli and the coffee shop, "I brought it to you, I knew you'd be busy so I thought that this would be easier." In truth, I still wasn't great in really crowded places, like restaurants on the lunch rush. Here at the BAU I felt safer, because it was somewhere I knew.
He smiled, "That's fine, I have a lot of paperwork anyway, you know me, I let it all pile up until it's a problem." He said, in truth, he was doing both mine and his so that I would have less pressure when I returned, Garcia had told me he was doing it. But, I let him think that I didn't know.
I pulled my chair closer to him, resting my feet in his lap as I ate my lunch. I didn't realise how much I missed human interaction until I sat here. It was so nice to be out of my apartment for more than a milk run.
The hour passed quickly and soon it was time for my interview. Spencer gave me a good luck kiss before I ascended the stairs towards Hotch's office. I knocked, entering the office and sitting down, ready to prove myself to Hotch, Strauss and Morgan that I was ready to return.
An hour later, everything was done. I was deemed fit for active duty and would return on Monday, as planned. Words couldn't describe how pleased I was; it felt like I was moving on from the pain, and taking a step forward in my life.
Spencer walked me to my car after I was done, "So what will you do now?" he asked me as we reached my red mini.
"Oh, you know, do some cleaning, play my piano, start dinner." I said, unlocking my car.
I leaned up and wrapped my arms around Spencer's neck, his hands going to my waist, "I'll text you once I reach home, okay?" I said, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.
In terms of our physical relationship, this was as far as we'd gotten; we haven't even had a steamy make out session yet! So, I figured I'd give him a little something to get his blood pumping.
I deepened the kiss, licking and nibbling on his lower lip, he opened his mouth, my tongue slipping in. We French kissed for a good few minutes, my hands roaming his hair before I pulled away for air.
"Just a little something to get you through the day, see you at home Spence." I said, pressing a peck to his lips and, with a little wink, I was in my car and on my way home, leaving Spence in the parking lot, with lipstick on his face.
