Dearest, Darling (S.R)

Chapter Nineteen

"And where are we going to this time, baby girl?" I mocked, beating Morgan to his line as Garcia walked into the conference room.

It had been over a month since our girls night and thankfully nothing else had been said spoken about what had been said. They'd all either completely forgotten, or they were just good enough friends not to mention it. I didn't really care which as long as they all kept their mouths shut.

Morgan slapped my arm playfully with a smirk, causing me to laugh as I dramatically clutched my arm feigning being hurt, earning myself an over exaggerated eye roll from all of the boys.

"That is so much hotter coming out of your mouth," Garcia replied, smirking down at me. I just grinned at her, giving her a wink before turning to Morgan, looking him up and down with the cockiest look I could muster up.

"Alright, Garcia what have we got?" Hotch interrupted, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"The bodies of four prostitutes have been found with their throats slashed in downtown Las Vegas." My head snapped towards Spencer and I couldn't hide the grin that spread across my face, mirroring his own.

"Oh my God! Yay! We're going to Vegas! Does this mean I finally get to meet your mum?" I squealed, getting overexcited before I noticed the stares I was getting from the rest of the team at my highly inappropriate response. "Oh, I mean that's awful... those poor girls," I mumbled, grimacing slightly.

"Jesus Christ, kiddo," Rossi sighed, burying his head in his hands.

"Be quiet, old man," I quipped in response.

"We'll look at this further on the jet, wheels up in 30," Hotch announced before walking out of the room, Rossi closely following.

"Well? Are we going to see your mum?" I asked, wheeling my chair across the room next to Spencer.

"Maybe, I'll give her a call and see if she's feeling up for a visit," he replied, smiling at me.

"That'll be nice Spence, it's been a while since you've got to see her," JJ added, ruffling up his hair as she headed off towards the jet with Emily, Garcia and Morgan.

I was staring at Spencer, giddily bouncing my leg up and down as I watched him start to pack up his belongings. "Aren't you excited to see your mum?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course I am. I'm excited for you to meet her too," he replied, smiling up at me in a way that sent butterflies to my stomach. "But, I'm professional enough to contain my excitement for when we are alone and not in a meeting discussing murders."

"Oh please, you're acting like I haven't said worse in this conference room before." In all fairness, that was quite polite compared to some of the things I'd said. I really needed to learn how to think before speaking.

"You're lucky you're cute," he mumbled as I reached up on my tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to his soft lips.

"And smart, and funny and just straight up amazing," I grinned, throwing my bag over my shoulder.

"And so modest too," he mocked, following me out of the conference room towards the jet.

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"Bloody hell, it's mafting out here! Is it always this hot in Vegas?" I groaned, wiping the sweat off my brow. The heat was stifling, to the point where I had stripped down into a white vest top, switching out my black jeans and heavy boots for some light brown trousers and some converse. My hair was pulled off my neck in a high pony tail in a poor attempt to cool down. Spencer seemed completely unphased by it though, still rocking his long sleeved shirt and knitted sweater vest.