004


"So what's he like?" Desiree asked me and sipped at her coffee. Neither of us have classes today, so we went downtown to eat some cheap Italian food and deep coffee.

"What do you mean?" I swirled my alfredo around my fork.

She shrugged, "Besides all the sex, what do you two do?"

"We talk a lot," I ate some of the chicken.

"Is that it?" She arched a brow.

"We're not exactly in a relationship." I ate some of the garlic bread and added, "I only see him when humanity fails. He's here on work."

She nodded and popped a chunk of ravioli into her mouth. "What do you guys talk about?"

"The different sides of the law," I took a sip of coffee and continued, "He has to handle the reality and I see the court room. He works so hard to get the truth out and I work hard to get one side out. We naturally collide in every conversation—it's not the truth, it's what provable. What good is the truth if five different people have five different truths?"

Desiree grinned, "No wonder Berkley tried to recruit you."

"Shut up," I laughed. "The point is that we talk about a lot of things, we just have different perspectives on everything."

"Like what?" Desiree ate more of her raviolis.

I shrugged, "What constitutes the wrong thing?"

Desiree shrugged, "I don't know, philosophy minor, you tell me."

I laughed and then said, "Guilt is easy to discover and discuss, but just because you're guilty doesn't mean you actually did anything wrong. You're guilty of eating those raviolis, right?"

"I suppose so."

"So if you think you're doing the right thing by killing someone, you're guilty of murder, but did you do the right thing?"

Desiree shrugged and rolled her eyes, "Society has standards. One can't just kill a man—"

"What if he raped and murdered children. Did you do the right thing?"

"The justice system decides what he deserves."

"First of all," I took a quick bite of bread, "The System works on what's provable, not what's actual. Second of all, if people are already making this decision, why can't people make it without a court?"

"To ward off fascism?"

I laughed, "The point is this: Everything is relative. Because a group says one thing, the outcome is justified? Because three people say no and one say yes, we automatically accept the decision? What if the one who says yes was the one with the truth?"

"We live in a democracy; the stupid can often prevail."

I nodded in agreement, "If the world is evolving, shouldn't we? Shouldn't our systems change to fit the times?"

Desiree nodded, "I see your point, and, quite frankly, I agree, but there is a lot of room to manipulate this sort of system. A lot of people are honest and good people, but it takes only one person to bring everything down. There are people who would prosecute gay people because they think that's what God wants and therefore is the right thing to do. They're being honest people, they just have a different perspective."

"Wise words, economic major."

"And an ethics minor, thank you very much."

I laughed, "These are the conversations that Spencer and I have. He disproves me, I disprove him, you know."

We continued eating in silence for several minutes before Desiree asked, with a mouth full of her mushroom raviolis, "How big is his dick?"

I choked on my alfredo noodles. "Wh-what?"

"His dick," She took a sip of water, "How big is it?"

I took a sip of water to pass the stuck noodles. "Uhm…" I looked around the table for a few seconds before picking up the butter knife. I measured its length with how many times I could fully wrap my hand around it. "Another inch compared to this"

She smirked, "Same width?"

I rolled my eyes; an amused smile stretched my lips. "No, he's like…" I looked down at my hands, "My thumbs are little, so I guess like three thumbs."

"How man thumbs of Franklins?"

I laughed out loud, "I guess one and a half of his."

"Whoo-weee!" Desiree whistled. "On that skinny guy?"

"He's actually gained weight—he's not defined just yet, but his body is hard."

"I know he's hard around you—"

"Hey Tesla."

I about choked. I coughed a few times before looking to the left and up, "Oh h—hi, Derek."

Desiree fought off her laughter, but her face burned red and her lips stretched into a wide, highly amused smile. Derek smiled at her and then told me, "I need you to come back with me."

"What's wrong?" I asked and ate some more alfredo.

"I can tell you back at the station—"

"Something sounds off," Desiree butted in, "Will someone be walking me back to my dorm?"

"Yes," Derek replied. He looked at me, "I need you to come back to the station."

I drank some water, took a deep breath and asked, "Is Spencer ok?"

"Yes."

"Am I going to be able to go to my morning class tomorrow?"

"Yea—I can tell you everything back at the station."

"Ok," I nodded and scooted my chair up. A police officer walked up and started to escort Desiree back to her dorm while I left with Derek. We were quiet in the SUV and during the drive to the station. He walked me into the section of a large room that was dedicated to the B.A.U., but I quickly walked away from him and to Spencer, who stood up once he saw me. I looked up into his eyes and asked, "What's going on?"

He gently grabbed my hands and said, "Our unsub has a partner—"

"I'm not a gay man—"

Spencer shushed me, "The partner isn't either."

I was about to ask him so what, but my gears started to spin. "Just tell me why I'm in danger?"

"We had a man in custody—we think he's the partner—and we saw him on campus the other day—"

"Why do you think this puts me in danger?"

Spencer held my hands tighter, "Garcia went over the tapes for my hotel—he was in the lobby, and he stared at us."

I shook him off my hands, "This is ridiculous. I have an extensive project I need to work on—"

"Tesla—"

"I have classes throughout the day tomorrow—"

"You're on scholarship anyway—"

"I'm not worrying about wasting money; I just don't want to waste my time."

Spencer grabbed my hands again, "I'm not saying to postpone attending your classes, I'm saying that I'm worried and I need to make sure that you have protection—that you're safe."

I sat down on the edge of his desk and ran my hands from my chin to my long hair. "If they're gay, shouldn't you be the one in protection?"

Spencer opened his mouth, but he was interrupted by J.J. She walked up to me and asked, "Do you mind stepping into my office?"

I just nodded and followed her.

She closed the door behind her and offered me a seat, which I took. She sat down on the edge of her desk, but I cut her off before she could start talking to me. "Why do you have your own office while everyone else is roomed out there?"

"I have a different job to do. We need to talk to different people at the same time."

I nodded and sighed. "I see."

She sighed and said, "I know you think you're not a target, and Duke is a very safe campus already. We've alerted them—everyone will be okay. Honestly, we're so close to catching the unsubs that if you just stayed strictly on campus, you'd be fine, but Spence is really worried."

"About what?" I asked, completely exasperated, "Spencer isn't even my boyfriend!"

She looked taken back, "What?"

I ran my left hand through my hair in sudden shame. I shook my head, still staring at the ground with my head hung, "I met him when he did a lecture on the different aspects on human behavior—psychology and medical. He stopped by my dorm a few nights ago, and I saw him just now."

"He's texting you all the time."

"I know," I breathed in deeply while rolling my lips into my mouth. I licked them quickly and then said, "he hasn't asked me out or anything. We're like friends…with benefits, I guess."

J.J. just sat on her desk.

"Very articulate for a Duke student, I know."

She cracked a smile.

I shrugged, "I don't know what he wants. He goes from awkward to extremely confident. I guess he just gets nervous, but I don't know where to go from here."

J.J. nodded but asked, "You're a pretty girl and you're obviously intelligent. There weren't other guys you were dating?"

I relaxed into the seat and breathed out through my nose somewhat loudly, "There was. I stopped when I met Spencer." I paused, "I'm hopeful. I have another year as an undergraduate, and I'll probably be through law school. I have more time to find someone at my level, you know what I mean?"

She nodded.

"There were tons of options at high school, but the conversations were terrible. There are tons of wonderful guys her—intelligent, confident, funny yet serious, happy guys. I make a lot more friends than potential companions—why am I even talking about this?"

J.J. laughed for a minute and then looked at me, "Spencer is a good friend of mine. I can tell—we all can tell that he thinks you're special. This is really just to calm him down. He has no intention of losing you. Morgan takes him to the gym and coaches him on how to woo you. It's sort of hilarious."

I laughed, "Alright, alright." My mood lightened, "I'm guessing that Spencer won't be assigned to me."

"No," she shook her head, "Agent Morgan will, though."

I leaned forward, "Shouldn't he stay with you guys? In the field?"

"He's the only person Spence trusts enough to react in the right way in the right time."

I nodded. "I can still go back to my dorm though, right?"

"Yeah."

We sat around awkwardly for a minute or two before she stood up and opened her door. "You can go back out now."

"Okay," I said and stood up. I walked out and made a B-line for Spencer. He stood up again and grabbed my hands. He opened his mouth to tell me something, but I cut him off with a quick kiss. He blushed and stuttered out,

"So you'll go back to your dorm—"

"With protection, yes."

He smiled.

Derek held back a laugh and winked at Rossi, who chuckled once to himself.

I stood up on my tip-toes and kissed Spencer a second time, then I whispered in his ear, "J.J. told me you guys are close to catching the unsubs. Tell me when you catch them; they'll be a celebratory fucking."

Spencer's whole body stiffened and he stood straighter. "O—okay."

I grinned and walked out of the station with Derek.


A/N: Please review! Also, I figured this series would be more fun if there was a bit of a plot in it, so I'm adding one, but I'm still going to make it mostly sex. The sex will probably be every other chapter. Sound good?