The next morning Spencer was woken up by the smell of coffee floating in from the crack under his door. His eyes shot open at the smell. He hadn't made coffee yet. He began to reach for his gun that he kept in his bedside table before remembering that Derek had spent the night on his couch.

Calming down Spencer sat on the edge of his bed and stretched before heading out of his room. He headed straight toward the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. Derek had heard him come out of his room.

"Man you have one great view." Derek commented, in a rather suggestive tone.

Spencer's half-awake brain didn't quite understand the words, so he walked out to the living room where Derek was currently residing.

"What?" Spencer asked.

"Your view, it's amazing."

Spencer saw Derek standing his head tilted, staring out his window. There was nothing spectacular about Spencer's view. The only thing his window looked out on was the next building over. It wasn't until Spencer had managed to find his way to standing next to Derek that Spencer realized what he was talking about.

Across the way, in a skin tight running outfit, stood Rose, stretching, headphones in place and mp3 player resting on her arm. Suddenly Spencer was wide awake.

"God Morgan!" Spencer shouted shoving the man's shoulder, as he went back to the kitchen.

"What?" Derek asked turning away from the window. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that."

"Enjoy peeping?" Spencer asked, pulling out a bowl and some cereal.

"It's not peeping if I happen to look out the window and see a beautiful woman." Derek said taking a seat at the small table in the kitchen.

"It is peeping if you stare at her ass." Spencer said leaning against the counter eating his cereal.

Derek raised his eyebrow at Spencer's word choice, but rather than question it he decided to tease his friend. "So you noticed it did you?" he asked with a smirk.

"Morgan!" Spencer admonished feeling his neck burn red as he blushed. Derek laughed and Spencer sighed. "Shouldn't you be nursing a hangover?" Spencer asked putting his empty bowl down.

Morgan snorted into his coffee.

Derek stayed through most of the morning as he and Spencer chatted and watched some TV before he had to leave.

When Derek was gone Spencer flopped back down on the couch, content to simply veg out for a few more hours. Though it worked for a while he eventually found himself looking over at the window. The first few times he looked there was nothing through the window. He had noticed that Rose hadn't left a message for him that morning, which he was thankful for when Derek was there. But now he kept hoping that he would see one appear.

The ninth time that Spencer looked over in the span of a half an hour, was a fruitful look. As he glanced over he saw movement in the window. He got up and moved to the window. Rose was writing on hers.

'Did you have fun last night?' she asked, having seen him enter his own window.

Spencer picked up his marker. 'Yeah I did, thanks for the clothing advice.'

Rose smiled, 'Any time.'

'How was your night in?'

'Uneventful. Watched TV, went to bed early'

'Sounds like fun.'

'Yeah. I saw you had a visitor this morning, let me guess, not your boyfriend?'

Spencer's face immediately turned bright red. He had sincerely hoped and prayed that she hadn't seen Derek staring at her, but apparently she had.

'Definitely not.' He told her, the embarrassment of her thinking he was gay, not having hit him just yet. He watched as she laughed to herself. 'Let me be clear, I am a straight single male.' Spencer said hoping to alleviate any more misunderstandings.

'Glad to hear it' She responded, still smiling, the occasional giggle leaving her lips.

Spencer rolled his eyes, still red in the face.

'What about you? Any boyfriends or girlfriends?' He told himself he was only asking because it was fair, she knew about him, he should know about her, but he knew that there was an answer he wanted to hear.

'Nope.'

Spencer wasn't sure how to respond, so he just nodded.

'I was going to get some coffee. Want to come?'

Spencer read the sentence several times. He looked up at Rose and saw her waiting for an answer. Spencer wished their apartments were closer, so that he could get a better read on her expression, from what he could tell she simply looked curious.

Spencer felt his throat get tight and his palms begin to sweat. He had thought about meeting Rose in person, but only ever in passing. Spencer was not good at face to face interaction, anyone who knew him could attest to that fact. The panes of glass and the distance, gave him a pleasant buffer to be comfortable with their communication, he was sure that once those were gone and he was free to speak to Rose it would all go to hell, and he was currently enjoying this, whatever it was, they had going.

'Can't.' He said. He didn't elaborate, didn't say it was because he was terrified of her blocking out the rest of that window once she found out how weird he really was.

'Okay, Maybe some other time.' She didn't look disappointed, and didn't ask for an excuse. She simply waved goodbye and turned to leave her apartment.

As she left Spencer stood there looking into her now empty apartment. If he left now he could probably catch her. The nearest coffee shop was only a block from her apartment complex, he could tell her his plans had fallen through and he could meet her, have a real conversation, find out if her name was really Rose.

Spencer put on his shoes and headed for the door. He left his apartment complex and looked in the direction of the coffee shop. He thought he might have seen a familiar head of straight brown hair, before he started walking in the exact opposite direction.