Chapter 9- back to the real world
On the drive home, Spencer indulged in uncharacteristically loud music, and rolled down his windows allowing the breeze to wash over him. Once unpacked, he settled back into his routine, but was happily interrupted when his phone displayed her number. She assured him her flight had been fine, whispered that her mother had noticed a slight discoloration on her neck she hoped she wouldn't have to explain, and promised to email him pictures before she went to bed. "Dee," he whispered, "sweet dreams." "Not gonna be a problem, talk to you tomorrow," she replied, the line clicking as if agreeing with her cool nature.
Spencer went to bed, prepared for dreams enriched with the details he now had. He smiled as he remember the freckles the lightly spread across her nose that were only visible if you were millimeters from her face, the little mole on the bottom of her right foot, the small tattoo of a star on her left hip, the taste of her skin, and the feel of her nails on his back. All of these things added to his reoccurring fantasy, and he released himself with these thoughts in his head, before slipping under the covers to continue the dream.
The next morning as he entered the office, a new sense of happiness seemed to flow from him. Garcia asked him what he ate for breakfast to make him so damn cheery, and J.J. couldn't stop returning his innocent smiles. Spencer was just settling in to his desk when he noticed he had an email. He smiled as the file opened containing pictures from the weekend. Just as he reached the end of the slide show, the shot of their kiss, Morgan interrupted his focus. "Damn Reid, she is FINE! Showing the teacher's daughter around aint so bad is it?" "What?" Spencer asked jerking around to look at him, "How did you…" "I'm an F.B.I. agent Reid. I also happen to be a professional lady killer, which is how I know you got some lovin'! As a man, I have to say congrats, she is FINE! Tell me all about it!" "Who's fine?" Garcia and J.J. both asked in unison hurrying to get in on the gossip. 'Well,' thought Spencer, 'at least they aren't all talking about how I am gay.'