Angela's point of view:
A few knocks at the door has my eyes fluttering open, taking in my surroundings.
Turning my face up, Spencer's asleep on the sofa while I'm laying in his lap.
Fuck.
Another knock on the door causes him to waken, rubbing his eyes, he looks down at me, gently smiling.
I'd never seen him freshly woken up before.
He looks like a baby after a long nap.
Eyes glassy and scruffy hair.
" Coming " He calls to the door.
I quickly move out of his lap, sitting up right on the sofa.
He stretches his legs out before making his way over to the door, looking out the peep hole.
" Shit, it's Derek" He turns to face me.
If Derek found out I was here, I'm sure he would find lots of ways to make it look bad,
as in bad I mean like I'd slept over for the night.
" Don't let him in!" I hiss.
He throws his hands in the air before half opening the door.
" Hey Reid, how's it goi...why aren't you opening the door all the way?" Derek laughs.
Fuck.
fuck, fuck, fuck.
I quickly launch off the couch, running to hide behind a wall, out of view, peeping my head out so I can see what's happening.
" Safety first Morgan, you could've been anyone" Spencer anxiously laughs.
" Okay, well it's me Reid you can open the door!".
Spencer turns to face me, his eyes wide.
Great this is just great.
" I was actually about to sleep".
" Sleep? It's 9am what were you doing last night?".
He clears his throat, " I just had a long night okay?".
" Aw shit, my man! I was going to see if you wanted to get lunch but you better rest up, Vanessa keep you up all night hey?".
Spencer just nods, scratching the back of his neck.
" Alright, well i'll see you later then" Derek says
" Mhm" Spencer nods.
Derek chuckles before walking off.
Spencer shuts the door behind him, letting out a sigh of relief before turning to face me.
" He would have a field day if he saw you were here".
" That's for sure". I turn to the coffee table, grabbing my phone to see a few texts from dad.
Shit.
Quickly unlocking my phone I reply to the three asking where I am and if i'm okay.
He replies almost instantly asking where I am.
He won't think it's weird that i'm here right?
He'd be happy I'm getting along with people yeah?
I think this ones best left untold.
I reply back saying that i'm on my way home from Ethan's, avoiding the question overall.
" I should probably get home and get some sleep" I turn to face him.
He nods, crossing his arms over his chest, " Well let me drive you, it's the least I can do".
Kindly declining, slowly walking towards the front door,
" You've already done lots for me, an uber will be easy".
" No it's really okay, it's only a five minute drive Angela" He shakes his head.
" Dads home and if he saw your car, I dunno what he'd think".
Spencer's head drops before he releases a sigh, nodding slowly,
he steps out of the way of the door, gently opening it for me.
" Thank you for taking care of me" I gently smile at him before stepping out the door.
" Of coarse" He smiles.
I then turn and walk down the hall and over to the elevator.
He had taken very good care of me,
I guess he just didn't want me to tell dad, understandable when he's his boss.
Once I got home, I must've fallen asleep for nine hours or so, since it's now dark outside my bedroom window.
Dad didn't seem to mad when a I got home, he just assumed I had been out with Ethan.
Maybe that's for the best that he thinks that anyway.
I watch as a car pulls into the driveway,
not just any car but Spencer's car.
Emily, Rossi and Morgan all unload out of the car before Spencer follows them inside.
What are they doing here?
Slowly creeping down the stairs,
I stop when I see them all standing in the kitchen.
Emily's asking dad to come with them while Spencer and Rossi are talking to Jack.
Where are they going?
Once i'm at the bottom step, my eyes meet with Spencer's.
His soft hazel eyes glance up and down my body before his lips pull into a small smile.
" Ah Angela! Surely you'll Come out with us for drinks?" Emily chirps.
" Drinks? But who's looking after Jack?" I turn to face dad.
" JJ doesn't want to come out, she said she'd happily take him" He nods.
I've hung out with the team and dad together before and it wasn't weird,
but this time it just feels different.
I shake my head " No that's okay you guys have fun, I'm already going out anyway".
I wasn't originally going out,
but now I may as well go and see how Ethan is since I haven't spoken to him after the whole bar thing.
I hope he's not still angry.
" Aw okay well maybe another time then? Let us know if you change your mind!" Rossi grins.
I just nod in response, watching dad get a few of Jacks things together and folding them into his bag.
" Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow morning maybe, just call me and let me know what you're doing" Dad says.
Nodding again,
Jack makes his way over to me before wrapping his arms around my legs.
I hug him back then wave him out the door as he walks hand in hand with dad.
" Alright bye Angela!" Emily waves walking out the door.
" I'll be out in a moment, just need to use the toilet" Spencer calls to the others who are now loaded into his car.
I'm about to walk off upstairs when he gently grabs onto my hand, spinning me on my heels to face him.
His eyes skim over my face,
a gentle look on his.
" Are you okay?".
He sounds so worried.
The gentle tone to his question,
his sparkling eyes.
" I'm fine, and you?".
He nods, " I'm fine. Will you be okay tonight on your own?".
" Well I won't be alone, I'm going to stay at Ethan's-"
" What?" He lets go of my hand.
His eyebrows are now furrowed,
and he's acting like I've just slapped him across the face.
" You can't be serious?" He scoffs.
" Oh my god Spencer, c'mon it's not a big deal!".
His glare on me feels like heart burn,
hurting more than usual.
" You know, You're so many things Angela, but stupid has never been one of them" Is all he says before storming out the door.
I stand there, not quite able to move.
Why does this hurt so bad to see him hurt.
I don't even fully understand why he's hurt.
Shaking it off, I begin to get dressed and ready, slipping on a tight black dress and pairing it with my high tops,
then grabbing my phone and calling an uber.
Since it's only to Ethan's,
I'd rather not park my car on the street since it's raining anyway, what if it hails.
I mean it won't but still.
It doesn't take long for the uber to get here,
and before I know it I find myself standing out front of Ethan's door.
The rain bucketing down behind me.
Pushing the door forward I look around the living room.
He's got to be home, his cars in the garage.
" Ethan?" I call.
Maybe he's asleep.
It's only 8 though?
Walking down the familiar hallway, I stop outside his bedroom door, slowly pushing it open.
What i'm met with i'm not surprised.
He lays there asleep next to a blonde, naked of coarse.
She's laying on my side too, my side.
It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
I guess because I'd already slightly known there was someone else,
or maybe because it's an easy way out now.
Either way, I'm still fucking numb.
Walking out of the house,
I call up an uber, ordering it to the closest bar.
I'd rather go drink myself away than sit at home alone and left with my thoughts.
The uber doesn't take long,
dropping me off at the bar Erotic.
I run inside, escaping the rain and walk straight over to the bar.
Ordering a few shots, then sitting down on one of the stools.
I let the loud music drown out my overwhelming thoughts, the burning liquor assisting with it.
The flashing colourful lights make everyone who's on the dance floor look more alive,
their bodies swinging to the music.
After three shots I order a mojito with an extra shot.
" Keep them coming please" I nod at the bartender who gives me a sympathetic look.
Really don't need that right now.
It doesn't take long,
after four more mojito's the bartender refuses to serve me anymore for the moment.
" Asshole" I mutter under my breath.
Stumbling off the bar stool,
I trip over my shoe lace, falling straight into someone's chest.
" Aw shit I'm so-" I find my balance, meeting eyes with those familiar hazel ones "-sorry".
" Angela?" He pipes up.
" You're really mad at me aren't you?".
" No, I was never mad at you Angela. You're really drunk though huh?".
I shake my head trying to walk off when he gently pulls me back, holding onto me by my arms.
" Hotch is right over there, I'm not sure you'd want him to see you like this, correct?" He says.
I shake my head again, trying to walk off when I trip over my own feet this time, falling flat on my face.
" Angela- jesus christ!" He squeaks before kneeling down beside me, grabbing my hands and helping me onto my feet.
I look around, noticing how blurry my vision actually is.
" Okay, I'm going now!" I quickly say, trying to run off but he's holding onto my hands.
" You're too drunk, I'm taking you home, will put a leash on you if I have to".
My eyes grow wide, " Kinky Spence!".
He shakes his head, a small laugh slipping from his lips.
Before I know it, he's walking me out the front door and over to his car.
I don't think I even have the strength to fight him.
He slides me into the front seat, reaching over my body to buckle my seat belt.
" Oh my fuck Spence, I thought you were going in to kiss me" I gasp.
He stands at the passenger door, shaking his head while chuckling.
" No Angela, I'm not really into taking advantage of drunk girls".
" But it's not taking advantage if I'd want you to".
His eyebrow raises, " You're just drunk, if you were sober you'd be thinking differently okay?".
I shake my head, " No pretty sure I'd still want you to kiss me sober Spence!".
" I highly doubt that, now sit tight for one sec I'll just run in and say goodbye to everyone" He quickly says before closing the car door and running off.
God he runs like a dork.
My head just won't stop spinning, the need to throw up is slowly coming on as if i'm sea sick.
It doesn't take long before he's sliding into the front seat, he turns to face me, his eyes tracing my body from top to bottom.
" Were you going somewhere tonight?".
Shaking my head " Nope, just the bar of coarse".
He nods before staring the car beginning to drive.
I assumed he was dropping me home but when we drive past my street I'm proven wrong.
He pulls into his apartment garage, walking around the front of the car to help me out.
He threads my arm over his shoulder, which actually helps me walk well,
I mean my legs feel like jelly and I can hardly see what's in front of me but sure.
Walking into his apartment,
it feels the same it did the last time i'd been here.
Safe, even when I'm sloshed.
" Okay, water" He hands me a glass of water before walking me over to the sofa.
Sitting down on the same spot i'd fallen asleep in his lap a few days ago, my mind wanders.
He's actually like really attractive.
And I know that I think that all the time when i'm sober,
i'd just never admit it.
pussy.
" Are you really okay Angela?".
Glancing over at him, his eyes already on me.
I shuffle around in my seat, trying to find something to change the subject to.
" Yep, should we watch a movie?" I ask.
A quiet sigh slips from his mouth before he sits down next to me, turning the TV on and pressing the first movie that comes up.
Corpse Bride.
I reach out to the coffee table, attempting to put my glass of water down.
I say attempting because it slips out of my hand and shatters in the floor.
" Oh fuck, I'm so- Spence I'm so sorry" Is all I manage to choke out before I can't hold back anymore.
It's like waterfalls,
in both my eyes, falling down my cheeks.
His eyebrows furrowing together as his arms reach out, pulling me onto his lap, they wrap around me like a warm blanket.
I couldn't want anything more than this right now.
I sob into his chest for at least ten minutes, his fingers gently brushing through my hair,
his chin resting gently on the top of my head.
" It's okay Angela" He repeats.
" I should've known".
He moves his head back so he can see my face.
I'm sure it's a mess.
" It's just a broken glass, I'll clean it up in less than a minute, you don't have to-"
" I found blonde hair on his clothes for weeks, tried to convince myself it was just animal hair, I even found a pink push up bra in his back seat, but convinced myself it was mine.
I don't even fucking wear bras" My sobs becoming louder.
His eyes grow wide, realising what I'm talking about.
He doesn't say anything, just pulls me closer to his chest and rests his chin on the top of my head again.
Hands gently rubbing my back.
We sit like this for what feels like minutes, but now glancing down at my phone, it's been half an hour, his shirt now drenched in my tears.
I move my head back from his chest so that I can see his face.
I'd never seen him look this heartbroken before.
His eyes meet mine which he brings his thumb to my cheek gently wiping away the last tear dribbling down my cheek.
" You deserve so much more than this Angela".
He talks with a gentle tone as if he were to talk above a whisper the atmosphere would shatter.
" You're a lot better off without him, from what I see you never needed him in the first place" He says.
Eventually I'm able to gather myself together just enough to speak.
" Thank you Spence, and I'm sorry that you have to deal with me all the time" My head drops.
He chuckles, bringing his index and pointer finger to my chin, gently lifting my head so that I'm facing him.
" I never have to deal with you, it's not like that. I mean that's what friends do, they're there when you need them".
Friends,
Just friends Angela.
I nod before slowly climbing out of his lap, returning to my seated position next to him.
" I'll run you a bath, do you think you'll be able to stand up?" He asks.
I nod again, beginning to fidget with my fingers.
The alcohol must be starting to wear off.
He then stands up and walks off down the hall, it's not long until I hear the water running and Spencer's walking back towards me.
He sticks out his hand which I gently grab hold of, pulling me up.
We stand there for a second, my hand in his.
He glances down at our hands before gently letting go, the loss of touch leaving me empty.
Following him down the hall and turning into the bathroom, he stands there awkwardly for a moment before pressing his lips together in a flat line.
" Okay, well there's the bath. I checked the temperature it's not too hot, not too cold. Yell out to me if you need anything".
Glancing over at the bath, and then back at him.
I don't think I should be alone right now, drunk people and bath's don't exactly go well.
" I mean, I'd offer to stay and keep you company since I don't think you should be alone right now, but considering the fact you'd be nake-"
" I'd really like you to stay...please" I cut him off.
He looks at me with a surprised look on his face, which he quickly wipes away with a gentle smile.
" Of coarse, I'll leave you to get into the bath, and i'll be back in five".
" Thank you" I stop him from walking.
He nods, before closing the door behind him.
Once i'm stripped out of this unnecessarily tight dress, I slowly step into the bath.
And it's the perfect temperature.
Slowly sitting down I bring my knees to my chest and let the bubbles cover everything else
" Spence" I call out.
It doesn't take long for him to open the door.
Slowly though, he looks anywhere but at me.
" I'm covered, it's okay".
He chuckles before sitting down on the tiles next to the bath.
" what's that?" i point to what he's holding.
" Oh, one of my shirts. Thought you could wear it to bed, if you want to, It sounds stupid so you don't-"
" Spence?" I cut him off.
" Yeah" our eyes lock.
" I'd love to wear your shirt".
His lips pull to a small smile, his cheeks becoming a rosy red colour before he nods.
We don't speak, the comfortable silence growing between us.
This bath is nice, it's comforting and calming.
I'm growing more sober by the minute.
My eyes wander around the bathroom looking at a few pieces of art before my eyes land on him.
His legs are crossed, head facing down which causes a small strand of hair to fall down his forehead.
" You're really attractive, d'you know that?".
His eyes shoot up to meet mine, a confused look planted on his face.
" Me?".
" Yes you dork" I chuckle.
He shakes his head, " Jeez Angela, thought by now the alcohol would've rubbed off but clearly you're as drunk as a sailor".
" Trust you to say that, however I'm actually pretty sober now. Can you please pass me the towel?".
He nods, handing the towel to me while turning his head the other way so his backs now to me.
I slowly stand up out of the bath, grabbing the towel out of his hand and wrapping it around my body, stepping out of the tub.
His back is still facing me which I gently tap him on the back.
He slowly turns back around, our eyes meeting.
He doesn't hesitate to let his eyes explore my body, travelling from top to bottom and then back down again.
" Well here's the shirt, I'll wait out in the kitchen" He clears his throat.
The temptation builds up inside of me, his plump red lips and rosy cheeks.
Battling to push it away, I quickly take the shirt, thanking hun before he closes the door behind him.
So great.
I'm now sober,
half naked with underwear and an oversized t-shirt on,
one in which smells so strongly of him.
And standing in his bathroom.
What could go wrong?