Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, I only own Amelia.
Spencer was gone for a whole week on that case. Amelia counted the days until she saw him again. He couldn't tell her much about this case, but he did tell her that they went down to North Carolina, and that it could last a while. She didn't want to bother him by texting him nonstop, and even though she was dying to talk to him, she only texted him in the mornings and the evenings.
'Good morning, Spencer! Just wanted to let you know that I was thinking of you. Be safe today.' She texted him early that Thursday morning, knowing that he was probably already awake. By the time that she had opened the coffee shop that morning and the breakfast rush was over, he still hadn't texted her back. She sighed and slipped her phone into her back-jean pocket, trying to keep her mind off it.
The day was dragging by, and it wasn't as busy as usual. She found herself sitting at one of the small tables in the back of shop, reading one of the novels that she had in the bookshelf. Jessica and Heather were cleaning the drink machines, laughing and having a good time with each other, which Amelia liked. She was glad that they all got along so well. Having friends at work is what helps the day become more bearable. She was finishing up the second chapter in 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone' when the door opened. She perked up when she heard the chime of the bell, and she gasped when she saw Spencer standing there.
"Spencer!" She exclaimed, dropping her book onto the table and running towards him. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him, letting out a squeal of excitement. "I can't believe that your home!" He laughed at her enthusiasm, but his heart was pounding in his chest.
"Sorry for not texting you back, but I really wanted it to be a surprise. I was worried that I would get too excited and ruin it and open my big mouth." He admitted sheepishly. He held his hands up for a moment, not sure what to do with them, until he placed them on her hips. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she subconsciously pushed her body against his.
"You didn't have to stop by here as soon as you got home, you look exhausted." Amelia said, leading him to the table and pressing on his shoulders to make him sit down. "Let me get you a pick-me-up." She grabbed him a cup of coffee and sat down across from him, taking in his appearance. He had dark bags under his eyes, and his eyelids were heavy. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his tie was crooked. "Have you slept at all?" She asked.
"I slept for a little bit on the way home, but it's hard to get comfortable in a jet." Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline in surprise.
"You guys have your own jet? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you are in the FBI." He chuckled and rubbed his eyes, feeling beyond exhausted. "Spencer, you need to get some rest." She told him gently, placing her hand on his arm. He fought back a yawn, not wanting to leave quite yet, but Amelia wasn't having it. "Just go own home, I promise that it's okay." Spencer looked at her nervously.
"Would it be okay if I took you out for dinner tomorrow night?" He asked, and Amelia gave him a wide grin. Spencer was obviously nervous, she could see it in his expression. He wouldn't maintain eye contact with her, and she saw him try to casually wipe his hands on his slacks.
"That would be wonderful. Go catch up on your sleep and text me about it." She told him, standing up and giving him a hug goodbye. Spencer inhaled the scent of her perfume, finding comfort in the smell of vanilla and a hint of cinnamon mixed with it. He grabbed his coffee and took a long drink of it before heading to catch the Metro so he could go home and go to bed.
He opened his apartment door, breathing in a sigh of relief as he was in the familiarity of his own home. He kicked off his shoes and quickly downed the rest of his coffee, dropping it into the trash can as he made his way into his bedroom. Spencer didn't even have the energy to take a shower before he went to bed, so he stripped out of his uncomfortable slacks and shirt, crawling into his bed wearing only his boxers. The sheets were nice and cold on his heated skin, and he buried his face in his pillow and passed out almost immediately.
Amelia couldn't contain her excitement after seeing Spencer. By the time she closed the shop that evening, Spencer had texted her.
'Any preferences for our date tomorrow night?'
The message made her giggle like a little school girl. She never would've thought that she would be going on a date with Spencer after their meeting in the shop the first day, and she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
'Anything except sushi sounds good to me.' She replied to his message, slipping her phone into her purse as she got into her car to go home for the night. She heard the familiar 'ding' as she was driving down the road, and her fingers itched to check it, but she resisted the urge. She wouldn't be able to go on a date with Spencer tomorrow if she got in a car accident while texting him.
As soon as she pulled into the apartment complex parking lot, she pulled her phone out of her purse.
'Dress nice, please.' The message was vague, giving away no details of what he had in mind, but she knew that it must be a relatively fancy place if she needed to dress nice.
'Will do. I'm so excited to spend an evening with you.' She texted back, her cheeks warming up at her own boldness. She grabbed her bag and went upstairs, digging her keys out of her purse. She lived on the second floor of the apartment building, and after a long day of standing on her feet, she had to practically drag herself up the stairs. She opened her door and locked it behind her, sliding the chain into place as well. Living alone filled her with anxiety. Whenever she heard an odd sound or thought that she saw a weird shadow, she would panic. She always made sure that she locked the door behind her when she left and arrived home, and she would check it multiple times before bed.
She piddled around the kitchen, trying to find something to eat before settling on a microwavable cup of macaroni and cheese. She sat on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television as she ate her measly dinner. Her phone sat by her side and she glanced at it every few minutes, checking for any notifications.
'Ding!' The sound made her jump, and she grabbed her phone up with excitement.
'I'm excited, as well. See you at 7?'
'Sounds good!'
Their messages stop after that, and Amelia assumed that Spencer had passed out again from exhaustion. She took a shower and went to bed, eagerly awaiting her date tomorrow evening.
This chapter is shorter than the others, and I don't think it's too exciting, but I want to the date to have its own chapter! To reply to ahowell1993's review, I'm starting this around the end of season one, beginning of season two. I want Amelia to be involved in his addiction to dilaudid and the incident with Tobias Hankel, but I don't want to rush into things. I know the story is not very exciting right now, but bear with me! Please review with anything that I need to work on, or anything that you want to see! XoXo, Abagail.
