a/n: This chapter is on the lighter side, but trust me, there is more angst to come! Let me know what you think! I had a lot of fun writing this one, so hopefully you enjoy it too.

Oh, tear ducts and rust
I'll fix it for us

"Are you sure about this plan, Toby?"

He snickered at the hint of alarm in her raspy voice. She wasn't used to being on the outside of a good covert mission, which brought an added charm to the occasion.

"Yes, absolutely sure. Come on, Spence, get in touch with that very small sliver of spontaneity buried way deep down inside of you."

His comment struck exactly where expected. In a gasp of self-denial, her almond eyes widened at the accusation. "Hey, I can be spontaneous, Cavanaugh!"

"Perfect." Toby's grin mirrored the Cheshire cat. "Then hop on."

With that he turned his back on her and sauntered towards his motorcycle, waving an arm in a loose gesture that suggested she follow. Curse you, Toby freaking Cavanaugh. Spencer's stomach flipped and knotted at the very sight of his bike. Her mother would have a heart attack if she knew. Another thought struck her as she considered her options.

"But you told me to pack a bag for the weekend and I gave it to you last night…so where is it? I hardly think this death trap has a trunk."

Another chuckle escaped Toby, who was clearly enjoying her discomfort. "We won't be riding the bike the whole way to our mystery location, okay? I stored my truck, along with your stuff, somewhere safe and we'll switch vehicles there."

He watched her process this information, her teeth going to work on her lower lip as she filtered through it. "Spen-cer," he spoke in a singsong, stepping closer to her and tugging on her folded arms until they relaxed. "Trust me, sweetheart. This is the best way. I can be sure we don't get tailed out of here if we take my bike through the city traffic. Once we're in the clear, I promise to make the switch ASAP. And then you can revel in a roof, floorboards, and seatbelt the rest of the way."

"So we're going through Philly?" she asked with a shrewd look.

"Always the curious scoundrel, aren't you?" he returned with a half-smirk.

Spencer laughed in response, knowing he was right. A brooding look quickly took over though as she caught another sight of the awaiting motorcycle. Noting the worry evident in the creasing between her eyebrows, Toby pulled her closer yet and trailed a line of heated kisses down her slender neck. Feeling her instantly melt at the sensation, he looped his strong arms around her middle. Spencer followed suit, sneaking her hands through the roots of his hair and refocusing his attention to her impatient lips. Confident in his ability to sway her, Toby deliberately engaged in several drawn-out exchanges, then pulled back to plant his mouth on the delicate skin behind her ear.

"I'll be careful," he murmured from the spot that he knew made her crazy. "I'll always keep you safe."

Moaning at his touch, Spencer could barely keep a single thought in place long enough to fight him. "Mm…you don't play fair."

She could feel him smile against her skin as he replied, "What's that they say about love and war?"

Shaking her head and removing herself from his embrace, mocha met sapphire as Spencer muttered, "You better have a second helmet is all that I have to say."

"Of course I do, Spencer. I'm the definition of prepared."

"Okay, now I know you are mocking me!" She tried to suppress the laughter from her tone, but she knew it was a worthless endeavor. As his fingers wove through hers, she allowed her irresistible boyfriend to lead her toward the gleaming motorcycle.

"Here," Toby brushed back the loose strands of hair escaping her braid, then carefully strapped his spare helmet securely underneath her dimpled chin. "You look good."

"Uh huh, sure, smooth talker. So do I at least get a briefing on how this works?" she twirled her index finger nervously in the direction of their getaway vehicle.

Still amused at her uneasiness, he answered with as much of a straight face as he could manage. "Well, I'll do the work. You just stay as relaxed as you can and lean into the turns. Try not to be stiff."

As if that was even an option. Spencer watched as Toby yanked the zipper of his leather jacket as high as it would go, then place his own helmet over his head. He's the one who looks good she thought, her eyes glued to his well-defined silhouette. As if sensing the attention he was receiving, Toby suddenly faced her, then swept her frame upwards and deposited her onto the bike with ease.

Flushing scarlet with a different type of fluttering in her stomach, Spencer prayed he wouldn't notice the way his actions affected her or she'd never hear the end of it. He joined her, effortlessly straddling the bike and starting it up with a rumble. Turning back for one last look at her breathtaking beauty, Toby called out over the noise, "I almost forgot to tell you—you can hold on to me as tight as you want, okay? It's going to really jolt forward at first, so just get a good hold now!"

He threw her a playful wink before flipping his visor down, sure evidence that he was quite aware of his victory over her.

For once Spencer was speechless. And here she thought she was the clever one. Although her aggravation at being swindled was short lived as she wound her arms around his toned abdominals; even through the thick material of his jacket, she could feel the strength that she knew from memory. This could certainly be worse…

The cycle abruptly leapt forward, jarring her out of her reverie. Fastening her grip even tighter around Toby, Spencer began to count backwards in French with her eyes squeezed shut. As their speed escalated, she tucked her head snugly against his leather-clad back. The familiar scent that would forever represent him helped her to unwind just a little.

"You doing okay, Spence?" he shouted back to her when they reached a red light minutes later.

She simply bobbed her head against his back, and then they were off again. Bit by bit, Spencer found her fears dissolve as they sped through the darkness, even enjoying the blur of streetlights and thrilling whip of the wind. They somehow felt untouchable, weaving in and out of traffic, unstoppable.

Now if only she could figure out where Toby was taking her…

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