"Scream loud for me baby girl," he whispered in my ear. I couldn't see anything, was it blind fold? I but I could hear, and I could feel. "I want your classmates to know what a good little whore you are for your dear Professor Reid." My breath hitched up as I felt his hands from behind me grip my hips tight.

I gasped as I woke up suddenly, at first disappointed to have had my dream rudely interrupted. It took me a moment to register the unfamiliar room I was in, and another to register that I was in a bed. The night before came rushing back in stark and excessive bursts of embarrassment, GOD, why did I do that? I should have just walked home, at least then I would have been eaten by wolves or something and I wouldn't have to experience this. Fuck. He must have carried me to the bed, as I distinctly remember refusing to sleep here. I sighed heavily, my head was pounding in pain from last night's exploits, and that's when my eye caught the note on the bedside table.

Went out to run an errand, will be back soon. There's tea and bagels for you in the kitchen. Your phone is charging on the counter. Drink water.

-Professor Reid

Oh fantastic, I've been downgraded from 'Spencer'. I rose from bed to shuffle towards the kitchen, noticing a pillow and blankets folded neatly on the couch, which still had the distinctive indents of having been slept on. Something about the green walls of the apartment softened the morning light from the windows, making it at least bearable to walk around. The kitchen counter did in fact contain both breakfast and my charging phone. I picked it up only to be met with approximately 900,000 missed calls and texts from Ellen freaking the fuck out that I didn't text her when I was home, and that she couldn't find my location on account of the dead battery. Fuck, I completely forgot about that. It was 10:00 in the morning, she was definitely still in Church with her parents and sister, so I elected to text her and decided I would apologize more furiously when I was home.

"Hi! I'm alive! I'm so sorry, my phone died and was so drunk I passed out as soon as I hit the couch! I love you, I'll see you later today."

Well. It wasn't strictly a lie. I'd have to come up with something better before I saw her though. I already put Spencer's job and reputation in enough risk, I didn't need to run around telling people about it. I pulled out a bagel from the bag on the counter and plopped it in the toaster before pouring myself a glass of water, suddenly I heard the click of a key in the door behind me. "Hey, thank you for all this, I just woke up I haven't actually eaten anything y-" I cut myself off after I turned around to see a figure that was most definitely not Professor Reid standing in the door way. Staring back at me was a beautiful blonde woman in a bright purple dress under a neon orange cardigan, with glasses to match, clutching a file with the letter FBI on it in big letters.

"Oh, hello." She said, just as confused and frozen as me.

"Hi." I responded back. Who was this? Was this his girlfriend? How deeply was I ruining his life with that phone call to pick me up? I was also suddenly keenly aware that I was still in the clothes and make-up from the party last night, and that I must look little short of a sex worker. "Who… are you?" I stumbled out, unsure of how else to move this exchange forward.

"I- I'm Penelope, I'm, I was Reid's colleague at the FBI." She answered, refusing to peel her eyes from me. "I'm just… I'm dropping off this case file for him that he said he would look over as a consultant for us. I brought it in person because you know how much he hates looking at anything on a screen if he can avoid it." She said with a slight laugh. I let my demeanor relax slightly.

"Oh yeah," I breathed out with a smile, "yeah, yeah I do, he utterly refuses to grade anything that isn't a physically printed paper." I responded.

"So you know him from the University? You're a new colleague?" She asked, a smile growing across her face as she stepped closer to me. Fuck.

"Uh yeah," I responded, trying not to visibly panic at all. "Yeah I'm his… friend. My name's-" I was cut off by Spencer, suddenly arriving back at his own apartment.

"Rose, why did you unlock the door?" He asked before looking up and freezing in a similar manner to the two of us earlier.

"Rose." Penelope repeated, now fully beaming at me with a smile that felt like sunshine. "It was very nice to meet you." She said before turning back to Spencer, "Reid I just came to drop off that case file you said you would look over. I used your emergency key to let myself in, I'm sorry if I interrupted anything." She told him, still beaming.

"Thanks Garcia, I'll look at it later today." He responded before Penelope started to exit the premise, glancing back at me one last time with a small wave that I returned. Spencer looked back at me with a look of panic and confusion.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Nothing," I responded, "I woke up and I was making a bagel when she let herself in!" I insisted. "I accidentally let slip that we know each other from the University, but she doesn't know I'm your student! She just thinks we're friends, she thinks I work there." I assured him, hoping he wouldn't get too mad.

"No she doesn't, Rose, she thinks we're… courting." He said to me, frustrated.

"'Courting', are you serious? Are you 96 years old?" I responded. I couldn't help but be amused, even when he's mad his old man tendencies towards propriety kept him from just saying 'fucking'. He shot me a very strong 'this is not funny look' and I shut up.

"I'm serious Rose, this entire thing is already so wrong on a number of levels. My entire job is at risk over my doing this, do you understand that?" He said, his hands flaring wildly like they do when he teaches, though it's far less charming when he's doing it out of worry. "What were you even thinking last night?" He shot at me.

"Hey!" I yelled back, appreciating his shaming tone less and less, "I'm sorry for calling you and for putting you in this position, but you're not my parent and I'm not a child and you do not need or get to speak to me like that. I'm an adult and I can get wasted if I want to."

"Well clearly not since you got yourself wasted in the middle of nowhere with no way home! Do you have any idea how scary that was for me? When you said you felt unsafe?" He yelled. I breathed in deep at this declaration. I worried him. He was mad because I worried him?

"I'm sorry." I said, trying my best to hold his eye contact, hoping he'd feel the intensity of my sincerity. "But clearly I did have a way home, because I called my friend. And he came and got me, and kept me safe." I finished, trying to hold back tears. I watched Spencer breath deeply, studying my face with the intensity he did that first meeting in his office. Like he was trying to read my mind, to understand every fascist of every motivation behind every word and expression I made.

"I'm not your friend, Miss Prescott." He finally said to me, I felt my heart sink into my stomach. Something shifted, things weren't the same. "I'm your professor, and the actions we took last night were inappropriate and shouldn't be repeated." He continued, sounding like he was holding something back himself. "I would appreciate your discretion about it, I'll of course show the same in kind."

"Right," I said, nodding. I headed over to the couch where my boots were neatly laid out, pulling them on silently before walking towards the door. "I'll see you on Tuesday, Professor Reid."