Part Four.
Luce's sister arrived right as Spencer crossed the street outside, She liked having the feeling of some one taking care of her. Not to mention saving her life, for instance.
She felt kind of stupid, in the matter of kissing him, she knew she probably shouldn't have. I mean, did he even want her to? She saw as Maria opened the door of the cafe.
"So how was your coffee? With that guy, Spencer I think his name was," She said, she was surprisingly nice about it. Since usually she would have teased about something like that.
"It was good, he's really sweet," she said, looking at her sister. Her hair was the exact same shiny black colour as hers, her eyes lighter though. If she wasn't five years older, we could have looked identical. The only difference being out hair lengths and height. Their style in clothes were quite different as well, Luce had always worn gray, white, or black. On the rare occasion, brown, whereas her sister wore bright colours, and always had a unique style. She loved that about Maria, she remembered her sister telling her that she should wear more colourful shirts, since you mood depends a lot on the clothes you wear. It seemed to reveal your personality, or something. She wasn't sure if it was true or not, but she tried to prove otherwise.
She started wearing purple, but the majority of her wardrobe was bland. Her sister went to go pay for a coffee and a muffin, and ordered a cookie for Luce. She sat in the exact same chair she was sitting in when she was with Spencer, only Maria replaced him.
She held the muffin in one hand, and pushed the paper bag with the cookie inside towards Luce. She picked it up and gave a thanking smile. She was rather shy, but she liked being with her sister. It was unusual how she felt around Spencer, like he could just instantly get her to feel calm.
She remembered how comforting it was when he told her, that time on the front lawn. It will be okay, she remembered.
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Spencer got back five minutes late, and slipped in un-seen. Elle rounded the corner, and stopped by his desk. She looked at him in an expression that she was some-what proud of him.
"So, how was your date with What's-her-face?" she asked, looking clear in his face. He was a terrible liar, so he split the truth.
"You know, I think I might see her again," He confessed. Seeing how it was pointless to try and cover up his relationships.
"She must be one hell of a catch, what's she like?" She asked, sitting down at her desk.
"She's shy, but quite the artist, I hear." he told her. "I want to know her a little bit more, I guess." He admitted, to be honest, he really didn't know that much about her.
"So, when are you going to call her?" Elle asked.
"Tonight, maybe, do you think that's too soon?" He asked, looking at the number written on his arm.
"No, it''ll be fine, girls like it when the guy calls soon, you know, better than later," she answered.
"Touche," he replied. A slight smile creeping upon his face. He looked down at a file, and swept his hair behind his ears. He was checking a case – one very similar to the one Luce was involved in.
A Caucasian male roughly around his late twenties, early forties. Targeting women with black hair, small height. He had seven previous victims, one attempted.
Spencer realized that he was never found. He was one of the most well known murder cases, that Spencer could remember anyway. It was the kind of case where if someone said 'hey do you remember that case?' he'd be able to re-call it on the spot. Even though he could recall most of his cases. What if he had a connection to Sheldon Pepper, the man who tried to kill Luce. The case was dated for 2007, so the un-sub was laying low, at least. Or stopped completely. He tried to calm his mind, knowing that he really had his head wrapped so tight around Luce, that it was probably nothing. He decided to work solve the case anyway.
Spencer spent hours reviewing the case files, the pictures of the dump sites, and the bodies after they were found. He looked at the before pictures as well, finding they we're all equally attractive.
It was now pitch black outside, and the clock read nine thirty-four. With a sigh, he put down the file, and grabbed his bag. He took the 7 bus that took him to his street, His mind was bustling with thoughts, and he was kind of excited to rest his brain with a full nine hour sleep. He slipped in the card for the apartment door, and it clicked open. He walked into the building, with the back wall completely mirror, it looked rather old because of the black marks in some areas, he took the elevator to the fifth floor, and he was pondering over the thought of using the stairs more often. Not really knowing the elevator's condition, but he didn't want to take his chances. He always wanted to move out of this building, but it had been hard to part with since he's been there ever since he started his job with the FBI. The floors were a little squeaky, but it was something he could live with. The first thing he did when he opened the door, was pace towards the phone. He picked it up off the hanger and dialled the number on his arm.
Ring
Ring
Ring.
It went straight to her voice mail. The recording of her voice was soft, and he almost felt like he was talking to her, only to face the reality of it being a recorded message.
"Hi, you've reached Lucinda, I'm afraid I missed your call, please leave a message?" Her voice had said. Her tone was happy, sounding like something she had rehearsed a thousand times.
"Hi, it's Spencer. I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner with me sometime? Let me know it you're up to it," He said. He hung up, thinking about what he had just said. He headed for the bathroom, first splashing water on his face, and then drying it lightly with a clean towel. He brushed his teeth, and then headed for his small bedroom.
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Luce felt the steam of her bath. Her aching body, laying limp against the tub. The wound stung, and it made Luce wince at the sudden pain. It didn't last that long, but it left Luce with the feeling of discomfort. Her hair was wet, and was sticking to her skin, held in clumps by water. She didn't stay in the tub for long,only using it for a good half-hour. He body was rather warm, and she dried her self with a towel, dabbing her wound gingerly. She put on a silk robe, and opened the bathroom door. It felt nice to have the cool October breeze brush against her skin after a hot bath. She heard a faint beep, knowing it was her answering machine. She walked over, having the tiles beneath her feet cold. She usually left the balcony door open, as well as her bedroom window, She lived in a good sized apartment, a loft almost. She pressed play, and her heart fluttered a bit when she heard Spencer's voice.
"Hi, it's Spencer. I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner with me sometime? Let me know it you're up to it,"
She smiled to herself.