Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. I only own Amelia.
When Spencer woke up the next morning, he was discombobulated. He wasn't in his bed, and he wasn't even in his own living room. But after he sat up and rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes, he remembered where he was. He grabbed his phone off the coffee table and checked the time.
'4:35' was glaring back at him, and he groaned, rubbing his eyes again. He heard the water running in the bathroom, and he stood up, feeling his back and neck crack as he stretched. Amelia walked out of the bathroom, looking refreshed and smiling. "How are you so happy right now?" Spencer asked, his voice raspy from sleep.
"I'm a morning person." She shrugged. She was already dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a blue 'Busy Bean Espresso Bar' t-shirt. Her tiny bare feet were silent on the hard wood floor. "The bathroom is all yours, I'm already done." He grabbed his bag and went into the bathroom, quickly brushing his teeth and changing into his work clothes. He tied his tie quickly and walked out of the bathroom. "Spence, you're too cute." Amelia told him, and he could hear the sincerity in her voice.
"Why am I cute?" He asked, genuinely curious.
"Well first, your cardigans always look so cute on you. Then, your socks don't match," she gestured to his feet. He had one purple striped sock on and a blue checkered sock. "That's adorable. I also like the messy, morning hair." She told him, giving him a wink. His cheeks heated up, and he looked down at his feet. "Don't get embarrassed, Spence." She said, her voice soothing. "Do you want something to eat?" She opened the fridge door and leaned against it.
"You don't have to make something just for me." He retorted, not wanting to make her do any extra work.
"I've got to eat too, so it's no big deal. Bacon and eggs sound good?" She asked, and he nodded. He watched as she bent over and grabbed the eggs and meat, and he enjoyed the way her skinny jeans stretched over her perky behind. She grabbed a pan and began cooking, gesturing towards the fridge. "Grab anything that you want to drink. And if you need any food for work, you can pack a lunch or whatever." She offered, and he smiled. Amelia was very kind hearted, and she obviously cared about others, including him. He grabbed a bottle of water and drank some quickly, enjoying the coolness of the drink on his throat.
"Did you know that drinking 16 ounces of cold water first thing in the morning can help boost your metabolism, flush unnecessary toxins out of your body, and can promote weight loss and make your skin have a glowing quality?" Reid told her, watching her flip the bacon with a fork.
"I didn't know that, but now I feel like I need to drink more water." She told him, making him chuckle. "I wouldn't mind having a glowing skin tone."
"Your skin is already perfect." He told her quickly, and the smile on her face was instant.
"You're a sweetheart. You can sit down at the table, I'll bring your plate." She told him, splitting the food up onto two plates and sitting them down at the small table. He hadn't been lying when he said that about her skin. Her skin was very clear, with no acne in sight. She had a splattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and her skin was a nice pale color. She wasn't incredibly pale though, they had about the same skin tone.
"Thank you for this. You really didn't have to." He said, taking a bite of bacon. He forgot what it was like to eat homecooked food, it was so much easier for him to just stop by a restaurant and pick something up after work. The bacon was crispy, just like he liked it, and the eggs were delicious, too. He ate his food quickly, not realizing how fast he was eating.
"Slow down, Spence. It's not a race." Amelia chuckled, taking a bite of her bacon. He quickly took a drink of water to wash down his bacon, his cheeks warming up.
"I never eat homecooked food, so it's a nice change." He told her.
"I don't cook every night, but you're free to come over whenever and have dinner with me." Amelia suggested, smiling widely at Spencer. He nodded.
"That would be nice." He truly meant that. Spencer enjoyed spending time with Amelia. She was a sweet girl, and he liked how considerate she was. The two finished their breakfast while making small talk, and when they both finished, Amelia stood up to grab the dishes. "I can't let you make breakfast and do the dishes." He argued, but she waved him off with her empty hand.
"Don't worry about it. You can do the dishes when you come over for dinner." She quickly washed the dishes and set them in the dish rack to dry, and she dried her hands with a towel. "I have to head on to the coffee shop, do you want to come with me? You still have a few hours to kill until work." She suggested, grabbing a jacket and slipping it on. She grabbed a pair of Vans and slid her feet into them.
"Sounds okay to me. Let me grab my stuff." He slipped his shoes on and made sure that he hadn't forgotten anything. The two drove separate vehicles to the coffee shop, and when they arrived, Spencer grabbed a few novels from the bookshelf while Amelia made him a coffee.
The morning flew by quickly because Amelia was so busy, and Spencer had to leave for work. He approached the counter looking slightly nervous, and Amelia walked around it to give him a quick hug. "Thank you for such a good night. I had so much fun with you." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and his eyes widened. "Have a good day at work." He wrapped his arms around her as well in a tight hug before leaving for work.
A few hours later, Amelia's phone rang. "Hey, Spence. What's going on?" She held the phone in between her ear and her shoulder, wiping the tables off as she listened. "That sounds exciting, I hope you have fun. Bring me a souvenir!" She told him, hanging up the phone. Jessica leaned over the counter, catching her boss's attention.
"What's your boy toy up to?" She asked, and Amelia sighed.
"He's going to be gone for a few days, they're heading to California. They're running a profile training service for the FBI, and it's being held in Los Angeles." Amelia gave Jessica a small smile. Even though she wasn't technically dating Spencer, she was going to be incredibly lonely with him gone. However, his job was important, and she respected that. "Hopefully, he's not gone too long."
Amelia called Spencer after lunch, and it went to his voicemail. She raised her eyebrows. He normally always answered his phone. He sent her a text not too long after the phone call.
'Sorry I didn't answer. A case came up in LA.'
She gave an ironic chuckle. He couldn't even take a trip without getting a case.
'No worries. Be safe. Call me when you can. XoXo.' She sent the message, a smile on her face. Amelia hoped that he could enjoy some of his time in LA, but he was all work and no play. He took these cases incredibly seriously, and it was understandable.
She didn't talk to Spencer for the rest of the day, and she had to admit, she was a little disappointed. She had been hoping to at least hear his voice before she went to bed that night, and he normally always gave her a call or sent her a text, letting her know that he was safe. Amelia sighed and went to bed that night, worried and slightly anxious as she wondered what case Spencer was dealing with and why it was preoccupying so much of his time. She hoped that it wasn't too dangerous.
When she woke up the next morning for work, she didn't have a message from Spencer. 'Thinking of you. Be careful today.' She sent the message and began her morning routine. Amelia fried bacon and eggs, enjoying the aroma that filled her kitchen. Amelia ate her breakfast and cleaned the dishes before putting on her normal work attire. Today was going to be a long day.
Spencer was slightly uncomfortable as he walked onto the set of Lila Archer's television show. He was tired, and he had a bottle of Coca-Cola in his hand to provide him with the caffeine he needed to get through the day. He approached Lila, who was standing by the snack table wearing a robe. "I'm sorry that I was a little insensitive last night." He apologized sheepishly.
"You were only doing your job, right?" Lila retorted. There was a hint of bitterness present in her voice that he noticed. When he agreed, she shrugged. "Then there's no need to apologize." She took a sip of her coffee, grimacing at the taste. She reached over and grabbed his soda, going to take a quick drink. "You don't mind sharing with me, do you?"
"No." He said quickly, watching as she took a drink. The bell rang twice, indicating that it was time to start filming. Lila stripped off her robe, leaving her in a very tiny bikini. Spencer tried his best to avert his eyes, but he would be lying if he said he didn't steal a glance or two.
"You don't mind sharing with me, do you?" Morgan mocked, and Spencer felt his face flush with embarrassment.
"Shut up." Spencer groaned, walking away quickly, but he could still hear Morgan's laughter.
"Go get 'em, lover."
Spencer sighed, leaning against the hallway outside the room. He took another large gulp of his drink, needing to cool himself down. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that he had a missed text message from Amelia. He immediately felt guilt start to brew in his stomach. He quickly sent her a text back, hoping that she wasn't worrying too much about him. Here he was, pinning over this television star that he would never have a chance with, and he had a beautiful woman waiting for him at home in Quantico. "Damn it, Spencer. Get it together." He muttered to himself, closing his phone and putting it back in his pocket. When his phone rang a few minutes later, he expected it to be Amelia, but sighed when he saw that it was Gideon.
"What's going on?" He asked, and when he received the news that Lila's agent had been killed, he hung his head. Now he had to deliver the news to her, and he didn't know how.
"We're not going to tell her just yet." Gideon told him, and Spencer scoffed.
"Not tell her?" He asked. He felt bad keeping this information from her. Her agent was important to her. Gideon hung up the phone and Spencer sighed, looking at Lila as she sat down in a chair, letting a woman fluff and primp her hair.
Amelia checked her messages after the breakfast rush, and smiled when she saw a message from Spencer. 'Sorry I haven't checked in, we've been busy. I'll explain everything when I can. Miss you.' Her heart swelled with joy. He missed her, too. Jessica and Heather noticed her grin.
"What did lover boy say?" Heather asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"He said that he's been busy, and that he misses me." She told the two younger girls, who grinned excitedly at her.
"Awh!"
"That's so sweet!"
Amelia's face flushed with embarrassment, and she smiled shyly. "He's a sweet guy." She said, thinking about their date from two nights ago. The baristas demanded to hear all the details, and Amelia eventually gave in, spilling her secrets about how sweet and romantic and awkward Spencer was. She really cared for him.
Lila Archer stood next to Spencer that evening, clad in only a thick white robe. He was looking at a piece of artwork in her living room when she started walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" He asked, raising his voice slightly.
"For a swim." She retorted, dropping her robe on the floor. His eyes trailed over her body in the small black bikini for a split second before he snapped out of it.
"Lila, no." He exclaimed, but she dove in the water anyway, and he groaned. "You cannot do this." He told her when she resurfaced.
"Five minutes." She said, giving him a cheeky grin. "Go get a suit from in the house. Join me." She told him, be he shook his head.
"No, I'm not going to join you!" His voice was raising in pitch, and she noticed.
"Why not?" She asked. He shook his head, getting slightly irritated with the young woman. Did she not realize that she was in danger?
After the two-bickered back and forth for a few minutes, she sighed. "Fine. Can you help me out?" She reached a hand out towards him and he grabbed it, but she pulled him in the water, laughing as Spencer flipped his hair out of his face and took his wet gun out of its holster. She swam closer to him, and he eventually began chuckling along with her.
She reached out and placed her hands on the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. He reacted instinctively, kissing her back for a minute before pulling away. "This is completely inappropriate." He said, taking a step back.
"What? This?" She kissed him again and he placed his hands on the side of her head, before his stomach turned with guilt.
"Lila, stop. I can't do this. I have a …" He hesitated, not wanting to say the word 'girlfriend.' He wasn't sure if she was his girlfriend or not, but there was obviously something going on between him and Amelia. "A girl. Back at home. She's waiting on me." He told her, and she stopped.
"Oh geez. Spencer, I'm sorry." He bit his lip.
"Me too." He then proceeded to tell her about her agent, having all the words come out like vomit. He sighed when she rushed out of the pool, running his hand over his face in exasperation and guilt. He was such a bad person.
Spencer and Lila stood together before they left the next day, and he gave her an awkward smile. "Listen Spencer, I'm sorry about everything. If I had known that you had someone at home, I never would've kissed you. I'm not a homewrecker." He shook his head.
"No, it's not your fault. I didn't say anything, and I should have." She gave him a smile and a quick hug. "Goodbye, Spencer."
"Bye, Lila." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. She pressed her cheek against it, a soft smile on her face.
A few days later in Quantico, Spencer held a magazine in his hand as he sat at his desk. It had a picture of him and Lila on the cover, his hand on her shoulder with her cheek pressed against it. 'A Mystery Man in Lila's Life?' the cover read, and Spencer threw it on the desk angrily. How was he going to explain this to Amelia? Morgan laughed, standing up and walking over to Spencer's desk.
"Night, Hollywood." He joked.
"C'mon, man." Spencer said, not in the mood for jokes.
"You know, you're lucky that they didn't get a shot of you next to the pool trying to dry your gun. You looked like a wet rat." Spencer gave a small smile, but didn't respond. "I was playing."
"Do you know that I .. uh, I kissed her in the pool?" Spencer asked, and he felt his stomach drop as he admitted it outloud. Derek gave him a wide grin, but Spencer didn't smile back. "It doesn't even feel like it really happened."
Derek shrugged. "She's a beautiful young actress." Spencer shook his head.
"I shouldn't have done it." Spencer muttered, but Derek cut him off.
"Reid, you were here hero." Reid leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes with his hands.
"I haven't told anyone this other than Hotch, but.. I met somebody. The girl from the coffee shop." Spencer started to explain, and Derek leaned against his desk. "And I took her out the other night and stayed at her place. I really care for her, and I shouldn't have kissed Lila. I haven't even kissed Amelia yet." His stomach was in knots. "Am I a bad person?" He asked quietly.
Derek was quiet for a minute as he pondered what Spencer had just told him. "Reid, you are not a bad person. But you need to talk to your girl. Have you told her about this yet?"
"I haven't even told her that I came home." Spencer whispered, holding his head in his hands. "She deserves better than this. She deserves better than me."
"You need to go talk to her now. Explain what happened, and be honest with her. She deserves that much." Reid nodded, slipping the magazine in his bag and slipping on his jacket.
"Thanks, Morgan."
"No problem, Reid. Hey, if you need to talk, don't hesitate to call." He told the younger man, and he smiled in response.
He walked outside, rubbing his eyes again. His head was beginning to pound due to stress, and he had a sick feeling in his stomach. Hopefully Amelia wouldn't hate him too much after this.
A/N: Eeep! That one was fun to write. I hope everyone likes it. A little trouble in paradise for our two lovebirds! I'll try to post the next chapter soon, I'm excited to write it! Drop a review if you liked it, and favorite/follow/pm! Thank you guys soooo much! XoXo, Abagail.
