?: hey y/n, i've missed you.
your heart sank as you read the text. upon further inspection, you didn't recognize the number. it made you a little uneasy, but you figured it was nothing. you quickly swiped away to garcia's cell number, calling her,
y/n: hey.
p: what's up hon?
y/n: do you think you can look up a number for me?
p: oh uh, sure, give me a minute-
you heard rustling as if she was getting out of bed.
p: alright, hit me.
y/n: uhh the number is-
you lowered the phone from your ear and swiped back onto the text, then to the contact information,
y/n: 720-842-1455..
you heard typing and you sighed softly, leaning against the bathroom counter,
y/n: anything?
p: uhh, yea. looks like a new number. the guy probably is using a cheap phone, probably just got it, too. there's no records on it.
your stomach did a flip,
y/n: okay. thanks penelope.
p: why're you asking?
y/n: just curious.
p: alright. also, are you, uh, dating or like hooking up with anyone?
penelope asked. she'd know if you were lying because of the texts,
you started to speak, but were stopped,
p: oh, also, is anything going on between you and spencer? y'know, the trip and all..
her voice trailed off. you winced and rubbed the back of your neck,
y/n: no. not dating or hooking up with anything. and nothing with spencer.
p: hm. okay. i'll see you at work. bye!
penelope blew a kiss over the phone and hung up. her smile faded and she sighed, crossing her arms as she got up from her chair.
you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. this new number was definitely going to keep you on your toes.
you got dressed as spencer was in the kitchen, wearing the clothes he'd worn the day before. he didn't have the energy to call an uber back to his house to grab a new set. you wore high waisted black jeans with a blue long sleeve button up. you fixed the collar on your neck and tucked the shirt in as you always did. you walked out to check on spencer before you got ready,
"you good..?" you asked blankly. he looked over,
"yea, are you?" you nodded hesitantly, walking to the bathroom. he furrowed his eyebrows, sensing something was up. he scratched his head and walked over to your coffee pot to make coffee for himself and you.
when you reached your bathroom, you shakily grabbed your straightener and turned it on. it heated up fast and you began to straighten some parts of your hair that had waved up during your sleep. at one point, you zoned out, clamping the hot iron down around your finger,
"shit!" you said, dropping the straightener. it made a loud crash sound against your tile floor. within seconds spencer had already rushed in as you held your hand around your burnt finger,
"what happened?" spencer asked, picking up the straightener from the floor but keeping his eyes on you. you shook your head,
"burnt myself, i'm fine now. i'll meet you in my car.." you sighed, grabbing your makeup bag, "my keys are on the dining table." you said coldly as you applied mascara. you saw spencer purse his lips and nod, exiting the bathroom to do what he was told. he grabbed your keys and his bag, walking to your car which was parked in the garage. you finished just in time and slid on a pair of black flats. with one swift motion, you grabbed your bag and a case file you'd brought home. with your head low and filled with thought, you walked to your garage and got into the drivers seat of your car with no word to spencer.
you arrived at work, getting out in a flushed manner. spencer got out calmly, adjusting his satchel on his arm before he put his hands in his pockets. you walked into the lobby at a brisk pace, spencer trailing behind you. you both entered the elevator in silence,
"y/n, are you okay..?" spencer muttered. you looked over and nodded,
"yea, i guess i just woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you sighed, looking back at the doors as they closed. you leaned forward and pressed a button to take you to your floor. you leaned against the side of the elevator and closed your eyes, knowing it was going to be a long day.
you hadn't gotten any rest by 3pm. it was all files and these pictures and meetings, you were going crazy.
finally, you stood up from your desk and stormed over to spencer's desk, grabbing his arm. he jumped in his chair in a surprised manner and looked at you,
"y/n what's going on-" he started, but you interrupted and simply said,
"garcia is on her lunch break." you stared at him, and he stared back. he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out except for a weak breath. he looked around and slowly stood up. you released your grip on his arm,
"y/n, i don't know if this is the best idea-" he whispered,
"shut up. please." you spun around, walking away towards garcia's office. spencer watched you, his eyes enlarged by just the slightest bit. he looked down and gulped, blinking a few times before at last following you.
you were waiting in garcia's office, leaning against her desk. you tapped your foot, still thinking about the text. you looked up as you saw spencer enter, gently closing and locking the door behind him. you immediately rushed forward, putting one hand on the side of his face and running the other from his chest up to his shoulder, then to the back of his head. you tangled your fingers in his hair as he ran his hands along your body eagerly. he took a step forward, causing you to take a step back. he tenderly leaned you against an empty spot on penelope's desk, his hands still supporting you. he ran his hand down your back to your thigh. he placed one of your legs up and around his waist. he pulled away from your yearning lips for a moment, allowing you to put your hand not wrapped around his hair on the desk to steady yourself. he kissed down your neck, causing you to whimper quietly. you felt all the longing and eagerness go straight down to your core. the heat in your panties made you slightly uncomfortable. he planted a few light hickeys along your collarbone, using one hand to begin to unbutton your shirt. you let out a long breath as you leaned your head back, closing your eyes. your lips parted faintly as you and spencer's breaths got heavier. he got pretty far, only having 2 buttons left until you heard the door open.
you both froze, spencer's head snapping behind him towards the door. you jolted your head up to see who it was.
penelope.
your eyes widened and spencer looked back at you in embarrassment, his lips a brighter pink than normal. he quickly got off you and you leaned up from the desk. the only emotions you could pick up on penelope's face were surprise, slight disgust, and a smile.
she gasped quietly as her jaw hung open. you stood up, quickly buttoning your shirt back up and dusting yourself off as spencer stood to the side, one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing the back of his neck,
"OH MY GOD Y/N!-" penelope started, but you lunged forward and put a hand over her mouth,
"penelope, please don't. don't tell anyone, please. please please please.." you pleaded, slowly removing your hand from across her face. she closed her mouth and nodded as her thoughts processed,
"yea, yea, of course, of course.. but we have a lot to talk about." she said, her eyes narrowing at you and spencer. spencer took the chance to walk forward, squeezing past you and garcia. you cleared your throat and followed him, adjusting your pants as you glanced behind your shoulder at penelope once more.
the rest of the day went pretty bad. all the things the team was beginning to uncover about this case completely horrified you. by the end of the day when you were about to leave the office, spencer stepped infront of you to stop you,
"hey, you should come over. you haven't seen my apartment yet, right?" he said with a sly smile. you raised your eyebrow, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag,
"i'd love that." you said, leaning forward on the balls of your feet.
spencer drove you to his apartment complex. during the ride you didn't say much, just stared out of the car window in deep thought. he eventually pulled into a parking spot and unlocked his car doors. you both got out and he lead you into a lobby, then to an elevator. you looked around, staying close with him. once in the elevator, he pressed the button for floor 7. you looked down with a heavy sigh,
"spencer?" you asked, an idea popping into your head. he looked down at you,
"yes y/n?" he responded sweetly,
"do you want me to make us dinner?" you suggested. you loved to cook and bake, it got your mind off of things. spencer raised his eyebrow, slightly skeptical. he knew you cooked and baked whenever you were upset or stressed. he thought for a moment, his eyes darting side to side as he thought. he finally lifted his gaze back up to meet yours,
"sure." he said simply. he looked back forward as the elevator doors opened. he walked out and you followed, your hands still clutching the strap of your bag. he lead you down a short hall, finally landing on a door. he reached his hands into his bag, searching for his keys. he pulled them out and slid the key into the lock. he pushed open the door and waved you in,
"ladies first." he muttered. you pursed your lips in an attempt to smile, walking in. he soon followed after you, closing the door,
"hey, you can go ahead and get started on whatever you want. i'm gonna go rinse off super quick." he hastily set his bags and such down on the kitchen counter as he walked past you, heading straight for his room. you watched him and cleared your throat, not knowing where to start. you quietly slid your bag off your shoulder and set it on the floor next to the dining table, slowly making your way towards his kitchen. you sighed and began opening cabinets and counters, lifting your head for a moment as you heard his shower start.
you slowly but surely began to relax, sifting through his rather empty kitchen. you'd be able to work with this..
you hummed softly, noticing there was one drawer you hadn't opened. you took a step towards it and slid it open with a heavy sigh. you reached your hand in, seeing what he had. it was mainly spatulas, scissors, big spoons and such, but you quickly drew your hand back into your body as you felt your finger get pricked,
"shit!" you muttered, looking at your index finger. there was a small amount of blood dripping down the digit, but you ignored it. you'd clean it off before you started to cook. with curiosity, you gently moved things around to find what had pricked you. your finger finally landed on a smooth, short and thin metal rod. you grabbed it and lifted it out.
a needle..?
you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your heart picking up its pace. you set the needle back down on the counter and continued your search through his drawer. your hands moved quicker, more eager to find out what this was for. your hand glided over a smooth round surface, which you quickly stopped what you were doing to wrap your fingers around it. you lifted it up to read the label.
it read in thin black letters 'hydromorphone'.
your eyes widened and your hands began to shake, the small glass bottle dropping to the floor.
ALSO thank you to @ImKindaWack for helping me w ideas <3