A beautiful thing. (Spencer x dontshootmespence)
AN: oh hi! So i love @dontshootmespence and there writing and i love the idea of spence on dates and just…this is the finished story for @dontshootmespence cause i love them okay bye enjoy. Also i used myself as spences BAU bff and yes my name is cheynne and yes people get it so wrong. But illaria is the name @dontshootmespence gave me to use so yes enjoy
“So..everyone…this is…my..well…dancing ace in the hole…she can help plus…shes real cute,” cheynne looked over the team smiling
“A dancing ace? Thats not how the saying goes…” Shrugging at spencer she walked to the door opening it
“Team…meet our newest ear on the inside…illaria…owner of used to be loved books and the dancer to our prayers…illaria…this is…my family…team..fam team” stepping out of the way spencers eyes landed on a shorter woman, medium length brown hair, a rather beautiful curvy figure, to say he was attracted to her was more then fact, the speeding up of his pulse and anxiety ridden feeling in his stomach told him that, it had been almost a year and a half since…maeve and he often found himself looking at woman but never able to move to speak to them…of course his classified best friend had tried to find him people who would stimulate his mind and other parts but none came through.
“Hoe many people in how many professions do you have on speed dial, miss thang” morgan laughed looking at cheynne, who in turn shrugged
“I have eyes all over the country…but illaria has been my friend since…i moved here when i was 17…” The woman behind her nodded as cheynne lead her into the meeting room, a shy look on her face as she looked over everyone, finally stopping on spencer, a small smile and nod to him had his heart picking up speed.
The case had the two classified best friends stuck on a stake out together, cheynne sitting across from spencer in the park, a well set up chess board in front of them.
“So what do you think of illaria? Shes pretty cool once shes out of her shell and not helping us find an unsub” spencers eyes moved from the board to his friend shrugging before looking at the board
“She seems nice, smart and able to help us. Her dress sense is nice and able to blend in with the victims from before. She is a well match for our unsubs taste.” Spencer moved a piece looking up at his friend. Eyebrow raised she sighed
“Not what i meant spence…i meant…okay so how long has it been since…maeve? Almost two years…and i know i keep…i keep trying to set you up, because you are my work husband and best friend and i…i want you to be happy…i want you to be happy and in love with someone who can keep up with the rambled genius mind of yours…because i love you spence….you are my best friend, and when maeve…died i saw you…i saw you in a place i never wanna see again…and i think and feel in my heart or hearts…that if you give illaria an honest chance…like more so then the other woman i tried and failed with…i think you will be…happy…again….as happy as one can in this field of work….” Her eyes moved to spencers as he looked at her. At one point he had thought to ask out his coworker…but one date and a make out session later they realized they were best as friends and work wife and husband, much they way garcia and morgan were, he often became her pillow on long plane rides to this case or that, her head on his ribs, his arm over her shoulder. It was comfortable. Spencer sighed looking at her
“Okay…one date and if it is…a fizzle then you stop trying to set me up…deal” her pinky extended over the table as his linked with it a bite to the thumb, spit to the ground and the promise was made.
Two weeks later spencer found himself outside of illaria’s apartment, his hands nervously gripping the steering wheel. Cheynne had helped him out picking a place they both would love. Or so she said. Finally after a moment of pepping himself up he got out sighing.
He knocked twice waiting the flowers cheynne had instructed him about in his hand, a moment later the door opened to show illaria in a beautiful dress and flats, it was much a retro style that flattered her figure perfectly, spencer smiled, holding out the flowers
“Um daisies, to represent the hopeful birth of a future relationship be it friend or romantic” illaria smiled nodding
“Thank you spencer…they are lovely…um so did cheynne tell you where we were going? She scares me when she just tells me to wait and see” spencer laughed nodding
“She gave me an address and i am as fearful as you…shall we brave this fear together?” With a nod she took his arm as he lead her to his car. The ride was a calm silence as each tried to find the right way to start a conversation
“So cheynne said you had an IQ of 187…and you graduated highschool at 12…at 12 i was trying to figure out which boy i would marry based on the posters on my bedroom wall, yet you and her were…wow…its just amazing…that anyone could be…that smart..” Spencer laughed to himself looking at her nodding
“Well i mean i..i was also deciding who i would marry just…more based on genetics…what a best chemical match would be…because pheromones play a huge part in our attraction to the sex we favor, take cheynne and me for instance our chemical make up is designed to create an offspring that would be smart and excel in both sciences and psychology. Where as you and i may have a child that excels in artistic genius, dance or writing” her laugh caused him to smile
“Now i see what she was saying. But you are right…about the genetic make up…i fear a spencer x cheynne super brain child….kid would either be full evil or so smart he destroys the world….” Spencer nodded as they pulled into the parking lot. A large blank warehouse staring at them
“This is why no one leta her pick places for team outings…” Getting out spencer opened the door for her as they walked up to the entrance shrugging they entered being met with arrows pointing the way.
Finally a door appeared no window or way to see inside. Slowly spencer opened it leading them in, the room was set with book shelves that housed what could be millions of well used and loved books, fairy lights around the room light the place to seem like a far off land of fairies and magic. The floor was set with grass and a stone walk way, it was breathtaking.
“Wow….books and…so much more…” Spencer nodded as they walked to the table set in the center of the room food set and ready.
“She really has a way when she wants two people to be together….its scary how she makes things happen” spencer nodded to her words.
The night was a flow of easy conversation illaria sitting at full attention as spencer rambled about facts of this and that, her asking questions about books and movies, music and TV shows. It was like he was speaking to maeve again…but different…it was the ease of how they talked that reminded him, her laugh and smile made his heart speed up and though he knew he could say exactly what his body was doing he felt it was more to just embrace it. Something cheynne had been telling him for months.
Soon the night ended as spencer walked illaria to her door, unsure of how he should end it, not wanting to end it at all
“This was amazing spencer…i…no ones ever wanted to listen to me ramble about books for as long as you let me, and no one has shared my love of obscure russian art before….so thank you.” Spencer didn’t know why but before he knew it his lips were on hers, his hand coming up to rest on her cheek as she gasped in surprise before responding to his movements. It felt like sparks or a slow roll of thunder as he pulled away.
“Sorry i don’t…um know why i…i’m sorry i should have asked first if i coul-” spencers nervous rambling was cut off by a quick kiss from illaria, smiling as she pulled away
“Its okay…um….so does this mean a date number two is happening….” Spencer smiled nodding
“Yes…um i’ll text you…um good night” with another quick peck he watched the door close as he smiled turning and looking around the spark still on his lips
This was a beginning of a beautiful…beautiful thing….