A/N: Poor Spencer has to do things he hates himself for to survive. But, it came with the idea to use Romeo and Juliet. I didn't really think about it until now... You know the old saying, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Oh well, I'm crossing the bridge! Hope you like it! -A
Chapter 10: Love Story, R&J Style!
Loving someone that doesn't love you is like reaching for a star. You know you'll never reach it, but you just have to keep trying- Author Unkonw
(Okay, I know I've heard this quote somewhere. If you know where, please tell me! Anyone who gets it right gets a free cookie! -A)
Spencer was led (well, technicly leading, but you get the point) into a small house not far outside of Vegas. Kelsey told him to sit on the couch and be quiet. He was happy to oblige. He really didn't want to make her made. She was a psycopath. She could snap if he made her mad, and he didn't want to be on the reciving end of a temper tantrum from a girl with a gun.
Instead, he watched her. She locked the door with a key that was immediatly hidden in a differnt room. The gun went in her purse, which was sat on top or a refriderator. Then she turned her attention to him, smiling dreamily. That sort of scared him, but he refused to show it. Slowly, she walked over and sat down, staring at his face. Finally, he broke the silence.
"So, were you going to kill me or just stare at me until I kick the bucket?" She giggled.
"Oh, sweet Romeo, I can't kill you. Not yet, anyway." Calling him Romeo caught him off guard. She giggled again.
"Why did you call me that?"
"Because you're my Romeo, silly!"
"But we're not in love," he pointed out tentivly. Anger flashed in her clear blue eyes.
"Maybe you're not, but that doesn't mean I'm not." His eyes widened in shock. She was still mad and walked back over to grab her purse. "Maybe Eddie was right... Maybe I should just kill you now," she said pointing her gun at him. Quickly he thougth through his options, which were far and few between.
He could let her kill him now, that would be easiest, and might happen anyway. He could play along, let her think they were Romeo and Juliet... that would give Hotch time to find him... Yes, that would certainly keep him alive longer. So, it was door number two!
"But I do love you!" he blurted out. Her eyes widened in shock for a second before going back to the heartless glare.
"Yeah, right," she said. "And I'm the queen of England."
"No, it's true!" He gulped before continuing. "Remember the kiss? I wouldn't have kissed you if I hadn't been attracted to you," he lied. But she swallowd it hook, line, and sinker.
"Really?" she asked with a flirty smile. "You think I'm attractive?" He smiled back and nodded franticly, hating himself for trying to make a minor think he loved her. But it was that or death. She bit her lip, looking down a little.
"You're more than attractive," he said, "you're beautiful, radiant." She smiled, looking him hin the eyes. He stared pretend-lovingly back. She bought it nonetheless. So, she put the gun back in the bag and walked over, sitting right next to him.
"And what if I said I didn't believe you?" she whispered in his ear.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine," he qouted, looking into her eyes again, "the gentle fine is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."She smiled back at him and spoke.
"Good pilgram," she started quoting back, much to Spencer's suprise, "you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows this, for saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss."
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"
he asked.
"Ay, pilgirm, lips that they must use in pray'r."
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do!"
he said, hating himself more for chosing this Romeo and Juliet scene. "They prey; grant thou, lest faith turn to dispair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake,"
she told him, a smile playing on her lips. He bit his lip before continuing, dreading his next 'line.'
"Then move not while my prayer's effect I take, thus from my lips by thime my sin is purg'd" He took a deep breath before leaning forward and pressing his lips softly to his for a few seconds before pulling away. It was hard to keep a straight face after that.
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took," Kelsey whispered.
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd. Give me my sin again." The last line was hardly audible, but she heard it anyway. This time, she pressed her lips to his, more forceful than he had.
"You kiss by the book," she whispered before standing and leaveing the room, leaving Spencer to his thoughts. At the time, that had seemed the best option. He didn't know she could perfectly quote from the play. This also presented a new problem. Romeo and Julietonly takes two days for the entire story before both main characters are dead. That gave the team two days to find him, or for him to escape before the star-crossed lover in the other room would kill them both.