Tying the apron around her waist Jessica then tied her hair back. She heard the chair behind her scrap along the tiles. "Shouldn't you be at Michaels by now?" She asked as she opened the oven to check on the food.

"How can I leave when you're slaving away in here. There's a flaw in your plan."

"I haven't got a plan but go ahead." Moving to the fridge she got out milk and eggs. The flour for the Yorkshire puddings was already in the bowl waiting for the rest of the ingredients.

"What's the point of cooking from scratch if he can't see you doing it? Granted he'll taste how good it is, but if you want him to consider you for the role of his house wife surely he should see this first hand."

"House wife? The furthest we've got is, hmm let me think, ah yes when you interrupted."

"Maybe you should put something in his drink." Daphne stood up and made her way over to where Jessica was standing. "Need a hand?"

"Cooking or spiking his drink?"

Laughing Daphne shook her head. "Cooking of course."

"Nah thanks." Smiling she made the Yorkshire batter and then greased the trays.

"So do you think tonight will be the night?" Daphne leaned against the counter and crossed her arms.

"I have no idea, if it's not, then-"

"You'll give up?" Daphne raised an eyebrow at her. She could see why Jessica was chasing after him, but if a guy was dragging his feet this much it never was a good sign.

"I don't think I can. I mean if we hadn't progressed at all then maybe I could-"

"You've almost been here two years and the most you've got is a snog.."

"But he kissed me. He's made a few moves. Clearly he's a baby step kind of person."

"Moves? What moves, other than leaving you on the sofa and running home twice?"

"He invited me to his Halloween party. He invited me to watch TV with him. He invited me to see the film. He was the one who held my hand, well the one not to let go. He kissed me first, both outside and once in here. Why would he do that if he wasn't interested?"

"Options?" Seeing the look on Jessica's face she sighed. "I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just, I've never known a guy to be this…this…slow. Other than him what's the longest you've held out for?"

"Two weeks…And that was me."

"Just, maybe start preparing yourself for it not to work. Then if it does it's a happy ending." They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Removing the apron and letting her hair down Jessica stood before Daphne for a once over. "Honestly if this doesn't work I don't know what will. I'll leave you to it." They both walked to the door, Daphne pausing to get her bag and coat. Jessica opened it letting her out and smiled at Spencer.

"Bye Daph."

"Have fun you two." As left she winked at them both and disappeared down the hall.

"I have a feeling your cousin likes to tease me." Blushing Jessica closed the door and gestured towards the sofa.

"She means well, she does this to every guy. It's just we've never meet a man like you before." Going into the kitchen she put the last bits in the oven and set the timer. Returning to the living room she saw Spencer had poured them both a glass of wine from the bottle that had been sitting on the coffee table. "That's a mighty lot of wine, are you trying to get me drunk?" Taking her seat Jessica took a sip. "Let's make sure we share the bottle this time." Glancing over at Spencer she noticed that devilish grin and she felt her heart miss a beat.

Maybe she was imagining it and he was just pouring them a drink. But that grin seemed to suggest he knew exactly what she was referring to. "So…What did you mean by 'a man like you' am I not a normal man?" He asked.

"Gosh no! I mean-" Clearing her throat, Jessica paused. "The guys we tend to met, like you, say they have a PhD, except you're the only one who is referring to the academic kind." The look of confusion on his face, though extremely adorable, made her wish she hadn't used that example. "Referring to their…manly bits." She felt her cheeks burning and busied herself with her wine. Boy this wasn't going to last long as she had wanted it to.

"Their manly bits?" He smirked, no doubt amused that she didn't feel comfortable saying the word in his presence.

"Ph as in Pretty huge…You're the genius you can work out the D for yourself. For the record they've all lied too."

"I haven't, I have four." Jessica couldn't stop it from happening, she had just taken a sip of wine as he said it. Choking on the wine and her own laughter it took her a few moments to be able to breath again.

"I hope you mean the academic kind!" She gasped through the last of her giggles. It took him a second before he laughed. "Or I'm taking you the nearest circus or mad scientist."

"You'd make a lot of money." He joked. Smiling at him Jessica sighed, she loved it when he accidentally made her laugh. He was very funny, unintentionally. "Oh I have something for you." Reaching for his messenger bag he pulled out a square box, about a inch deep. Handing it to her he smiled nervously. Opening the box Jessica found a red silk scarf inside. Really not her thing, but it was beautiful and the gesture was so lovely she knew that it would become her favourite accessory. No it already was, she decided as she took it from the box and stared at it. "Do you not like it? I can take it-"

"It's lovely." She whispered. Looking at him she smiled brightly at him. "No guy has ever brought me something so nice."

"None have brought you presents?"

"Oh they have, things they've wanted me to wear, for them. This was very sweet of you, and why you are not any where near like a normal man. You're far better." Leaning in to kiss him on his cheek her mouth came into contact with his. Instantly she let go of the scarf and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers into his hair. Somehow this kiss was even better than before. She felt Spencer's arms bring her closer to him and melted into his embrace. She lost herself in him, as they explored each others mouths. The only time they parted was for more oxygen. The fresh smell that he always had blinded her senses. Bringing her hands away from his hair she let them move over his shoulders and body.

If something didn't happen tonight Jessica was sure she'd go stir crazy. If this didn't get him in the mood, nothing would. Spencer trailed his lips along her jaw towards her ear, his breath tickling her neck. "What…time…are…they back?" He asked between kisses.

"They're not." She gasped as he nipped at her earlobe. She was about to devour his mouth again when she heard a chime somewhere in the distance. It took a moment but she suddenly returned to where she was. She was back in the living room with Spencer and that was the oven timer. They were no longer in a heavenly plane where they were the only two in existence. Breaking away she looked at him with sad eyes, hating the fact they were no longer sharing that wondrous moment. "That will be dinner."

Excusing herself Jessica went to check on the dinner. Seeing that everything was in fact ready she began dishing up. "Can I help?" Jessica felt his hands on her hips, for a moment she allowed herself to lean back slightly so that she could feel him against her. She felt his face nuzzle her hair briefly. "Smells delicious. Dinner looks great to."

Was he trying to give her a heart attack? She felt her heart rate increase. If he carried on like this she'd throw dinner on the floor and pounce on him. This time she wouldn't let him escape either. Placing their plates at their settings Jessica fetched the gravy and sat down, Spencer following. "Hmm a proper English roast dinner."

"It could only get more English if it was Sunday lunch time and back home. If you eat it all, there's a Victoria sponge waiting for dessert." Spencer beamed at her.

"Do you ever think about going home?" He asked tucking in.

"Sometimes, I mean if Daphne went back I would think about it. Depends where I am in life."

"What if she went back next week?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me? It would be a hard decision. First I'd wonder what crime she'd committed to leave so quickly. Plus there are other factors to consider. My job." Glancing up from her dinner she made eye contact with Spencer. "…Friends. If I could be as happy back home as I am now. It would be a hard decision that I wouldn't want to have to make. What about you? Would you ever go back to Las Vegas? You must have family that miss you."

"Yeah…I'm banned from too many casinos, it would be boring."

"There goes my plan of using you to win me some money." She joked. They eat in silence for a minute or two as they enjoyed their food.

"What would you do with the money, once you got the amount-" Spencer was cut off when his phone began ringing. Jessica looked at him. No surely not, not tonight? "It's probably Morgan, you know how funny he thinks he is." Jessica already knew it wouldn't be, it wasn't their luck. Spencer pulled it out and looked at it. "It's JJ, if it was a case Garcia would contact me…Hey JJ, everything ok?…How come Garcia didn't call…" Spencer glanced over at her and she knew. Standing up she made her way to a cupboard. "Can I be briefed- Yeah, wheels up in thirty, I'll be there."

"Do you need to fetch your bag?"

"Er-Yeah. Garcia felt bad about interrupting, so got JJ to do it. They left it as long as they could…"

"Knock once you're ready, I'll pack your left over's."

"I'm sorry-"

"Spencer, it's your job, you have to go. You don't need to apologise." She smiled at him hating the guilty look he had on his face. "Just give the crazy a good kicking from me."

While he was gone getting his go bag Jessica put Spencer's dinner into a container. Cutting the Victoria sponge in half she placed one half in a separate container. Getting two knifes and a fork she wrapped them in a napkin and took them towards the door. She was joined by Spencer who didn't look any happier. "There you go, I packed dessert for you as well."

"I really wish tonight didn't have to end like this." He looked at the containers Jessica handed him. "Thank you."

"Until now, I had a great evening. Make sure you thank Garcia for me." He smiled at that, after all if Garcia had called him in with the others, then they would have been disturbed long before the oven timer had gone off. With his free hand Spencer pulled her in for a passionate kiss, as they parted Jessica managed a almost soundless goodbye. Now that was more like it.

Jessica spent the following four days watching the news when ever she was home, the case Spencer and the rest of his team were working on was all over the news. The unsub was killing women in their cars and then leaving them in the car in parking lots to be discovered. She had caught a glimpse of Spencer going from one place to another and he'd spoken to the press once. It was odd seeing him on TV. Apart from being able to see him, she was watching to find out how the investigation was going, so that she'd have some kind of idea when he'd be home.

It was Tuesday morning over breakfast that she heard that the unsub, Ralph Bewick, had been arrested in the early hours of the morning. Jessica smiled, glad that soon she'd be able to see Spencer again. It was her first of two days off so she went and sat by the window, eager to see him return home. She didn't have to wait long, while reading a book she glanced outside and saw his tall and slender frame walking towards their building, he glanced up at her window as if he could sense she was there. He waved and she returned it before going back to her book. As much as she wanted to greet him she knew he'd be tired plus it wasn't official that they were actually something.

It was gone three by the time she heard anything from his apartment. She paused the TV trying to work out what the noise was. In the end she moved towards the wall and pressed her ear against it. Hammering. What was he doing? He'd never mentioned doing DIY before, as far as she knew Morgan normally done that. Being nosey and desperate to see him again she grabbed her keys and went and knocked for him.

Thankfully, he opened the door in pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt, it made her feel better about her joggers and hoodie. "Hey, I heard banging…"

"I'm putting a bookcase up, one of them flat packed ones." He stepped aside and gestured for her to come in. Stepping inside she found pieces of wood and screws and wooden bits scattered all over the living room. "The instructions don't make sense."

"Have you read them?"

"I have a eidetic memory, of course I did."

Setting on the floor Jessica pulled them towards her and read over them. "Oh this is easy." Spencer sat down besides her and watched as she began to sort things into piles and the different pieces of wood grouped together. "Where are you going to put this?" From what she'd seen of his apartment there was no room.

"I'll find somewhere."

Slowly the bookcase began to come together, Jessica done the work while Spencer made drinks and passed her what she needed. "I need part Q."

"There isn't any left."

"There should be one left." The argument went backwards and forwards for a bit before Jessica leant over and peered under the armchair. "There it is." Resting a hand on Spencer's leg she stretched her arm out and managed to grab the piece. That's when she felt his hand on the small of her back that had become exposed when she leant over.