Clueless

Exhaustion

Rowan fell asleep on the plane ride to their honeymoon.
Spencer decided, with the help of Morgan, that the only place suitable for the both of them was none other than the city of love: Paris.
She fell asleep facing Spencer, her mouth slightly open. She had a quiet and cute snore.
Spencer smiled slightly as he watched her sleep. She had no idea where they were headed.
•
"Spence?" She demanded. He made her wear sound proof headphones as they announced they would be landing in Paris in half an hour.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" She asked, taking out a headphone.
"I'm sure." He smiled as she rolled her eyes.
"Spencer." She complained.
"It's a surprise." He reminded her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She leaned against him and waited.
•
"Reid? Well, you're both Reids now. Which Reid is this?" Penelope was rambling on the other end of the phone.
"This is Rowan. What's going on, Penelope?" She asked, slightly irritated.
It was three days into their honeymoon when she was woken up by the incessant buzzing of a phone.
"You guys have to come in. There's a case and we need our geniuses. I'm so sorry." Rowan looked towards Spencer, who was soundly asleep. He was on his stomach, his arm stretched to where it had been resting around Rowan.
"Penelope-"
"I know. I know, but it's bad, Rowan. We need you guys." Rowan sighed and ran her hand through her hair.
"Alright. We'll be back as soon as we can. Just, stay there, alright?" She hung up.
"Spencer." Rowan pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Spencer." She pressed a kiss to his chin. With each time she called his name, she kissed a different spot. His jawbone, his eyelids, his forehead, his neck.
"I'm awake. Don't stop." He murmured.
"We've got to go to work." She told him. He sat up and Rowan reached forward to fix his hair. It was a mess.
"What?" He demanded.
"Penelope called. They need us back immediately." Rowan was sitting with her legs crossed on the bed.
"Don't they realize what personal time means?" He collapsed back into the pillow.
She crawled on top of him, her hands keeping his head upright.
"Spencer. You can't go back to sleep." She told him. "They need us."
"And I need sleep. I'm exhausted." He complained.
"I know. I'm tired, too, but we're always tired." He reached forward to play with the tips of her hair and she started to smile, relaxing a little bit.
That's when he flipped her. His legs pinned her to the mattress and she giggled.
"Can't they wait?" He asked, kissing her jawbone.
"Mhm." She agreed, letting her eyes slide closed. "No!" She exclaimed. "Jesus, you're good. No, they need us back. Come on, we've got to pack." They both stood and began packing in silence.
Spencer disappeared onto the balcony and came back a moment later. "Why is my underwear-"
"Don't ask questions, Spencer." Rowan laughed.
•
"Nice of you to join us." Morgan laughed as Rowan and Spencer climbed onto the jet.
"It's a pleasure." Rowan fell into the seat beside him.
"You smell like sex." Morgan made a sound and Rowan elbowed him in the side.
"Yeah, well, Penelope made it sound life or death and I didn't have time for a shower." Rowan crossed her arms as Penelope filled her in on the case.
Seven women were shot through the head execution style within the last 48 hours.
"Sorry to interrupt your honeymoon." JJ sat down across from Morgan and Rowan. Spencer was talking to Prentiss over a game of chess.
"Yeah, well, at least we got three days. It's longer than I expected." She shrugged.
"You knew we were going to call you back?" Morgan asked.
"Duh. You guys can't function without us."