AN: The second one shot in the series, the second recipe. This fic is 490 words long, and I hope you enjoy yourself. Oh, and if you do like it, lemme know in a review! :D
Chocolate chip Sorrow Smoothers
When Spencer made it back to his, their, apartment he was surprised to find Sophia in the kitchen, elbow deep in sweet smelling dough. The look on her face was of utmost concentration. Spencer stood just out of sight to watch her.
He didn't know what brought this bake fest on. After walking in on her last one, they talked about her stress about him being gone and came to an agreement. He would call every few hours and when he was on his way home whenever he was away. But today he was in town, spent the day sitting at his desk working on long neglected reports that had been put off when a new case came in.
Sophia barely looked up when she reached for the cookie sheet she had set aside. Using a pair of teaspoons to drop dollops of what Reid had come to realize was chocolate chip cookie dough onto it at even intervals. Sophia picked up the pan and slid it into the oven. The ruffled girl turned back to the still half full bowl of dough and began to fill a second sheet.
Spencer took a second to watch her graceful motions before reaching out and opening and closing the front door a bit harder than usual to let her know that he was home. Spencer dropped his ever present messenger bag by the kitchen door, and he set his gun on the counter before moving to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around Sophia's waist murmuring into her hair. "Hello my love."
Sophia said nothing as she relaxed into her boyfriend's embrace. She turned in his arms and buried her face in the crook of his neck. The pair stood, content to be wrapped in each other for a moment before Spencer pulled back to look into the blue eyes of the girl he loved.
"What is going through that head of yours?" He asked quietly.
A quiet sigh escaped her mouth before she explained. "My mother and I used to make chocolate chip cookies all the time when I was little. We did it almost once a week until she got sick. Now I make them every year on her birthday, or when I miss her." She paused for a moment. "They are good for when you are sad, Sorrow Smoothers, Penelope calls them."
Spencer stopped, trying to figure out what to say. He was stuck between chuckling at what his friend had dubbed the sweet treat, or comforting his girlfriend over the yet-unknown sadness she seemed to be saying she had. He settled for pulling her close again and whispering her name into her ear. This seemed to be the best course of action as Sophia cuddled closer for a moment before pulling herself away and turning back to the bowl.
"Penny called, she needed some, asked me to make them. You get to deliver them to her tomorrow."