CSI: NY Don Flack x OC - Forensic Anthropologist in a secret relationship.
The sterile hum of the lab was comfortingly familiar. Fluorescent lights cast pale reflections on the stainless steel table where a set of human remains rested- fragmented, burned, and nearly lost to time. But not to you. Bones never lied. They just needed someone to listen.
You adjusted your gloves and learned over the remains. The fractured zygomatic arch told you more than a story- it screamed blunt force trauma. Just as you were noting it, a familiar voice cut through the clinical silence.
"Figured I'd find you hiding out here," Don Flack said, leaning casually against the door frame.
You didn't look up. Not yet. "I'm working."
"I can see that. But I also brought coffee." He raised the paper cup like a peace offering. "Bribery works, right?"
You finally glance up- sharp eyes meeting his, but only briefly. Here, in the lab, it was dangerous to hold his gaze too long. You both knew the rules. The walls had ears. And gossip traveled faster than forensic results.
"You know Mac doesn't allow food and drinks in here," you said, but took the cup anyway, brushing his fingers for a second too long.
Don grinned. "I'll let you tell him that. He scares me more than the perps sometimes."
You chuckled softly and gestured towards the remains. "This poor soul was trying to tell us something before you interrupted."
"Let me guess... homicide?" He moved closer, just enough to look at the bones but not so close that someone walking past the glass would raise an eyebrow,
"Blunt forced trauma. Maybe a hammer or a crowbar. I'll know more after the reconstruction." You paused, then tilted your head. "You're not on this case. What are you doing here, really?"
Don hesitated, then gave a crooked smile. "I missed you."
It hit you low in the chest- that casual, sweet honesty that was so uniquely him. He never needed to be dramatic or poetic. He just showed up, like now, and let his presence fill the silence between crime scenes and loneliness.
"You saw me this morning," you said quietly.
"Yeah, but it was your apartment. Not the same." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Here, I can't touch you. Can't even look at you too long without thinking about-"
"Don," you warned gently, cheeks heating despite yourself.
"I know, I know. But it's getting harder. Pretending."
You stepped back from the table and peeled off your gloves, disposing of them in the trash can. "You agreed to this."
"Yeah. I did." He exhaled, then looked at you with something bordering on vulnerability. "Doesn't mean I want to keep doing it this way."
The silence between you was different now- not clinical, not professional. It was weighted.
Before you could respond, footsteps echoed down the hall. You both froze. Don straightened instantly, slipping into his detective mask. You turned back to your work station to make everything look normal.
Adam popped his head in. "Hey, you guys seen Stella?"
Don cleared his throat. "Not since this morning."
"Cool, thanks." Adam vanished as quickly as he came.
When the coast was clear, Don leaned in slightly, whispering so close to your ear you felt it down my spine. "Dinner tonight. My place. Just us."
You nodded once, subtly, and without looking at him. "I'll bring the wine."
He smiled and backed away, his footsteps retreating down the hall.
Not sure how it happened, because I dislike cop shows, but CSI:NY has me. One thing I like (I am still in S1) is how some of the characters are trying to get on the promotion list. I'm not military or first responder, but so much of my family was/is one or the other (or both at some point) and passing those exams and getting on the list is half the fight. Really neat that the show looks at that very real thing from their careers.
A/N: Hi everyone, this fic is a crossover between Criminal Minds and CSI New York, so I hope you enjoy. Just before you do, I’d just like to do a little shout-out to @g0ldengubler who proof read some of this fic for me. I won’t be publishing a lot now, as I have a lot of University work and exam to prepare for, but I’ll still be online! My requests for Matthew Gray Gubler and Spencer Reid are still open, as is my taglist!
Triggers: Shootings at Churches/religious places, swearing, sex/smut (implied)
“Right my darlings, today I am taking you to New York.” Garcia said
“Ooh, all expenses paid?” Emily asked all excited.
“Case.” Hotch said as everyone groaned, in desperate need for a holiday.
“There has been a series of shootings at Churches, and every time a family sadly dies.” J.J says, “They get shot and well, you get the idea. Detective Mac Taylor called us for help.”
“I thought the NYPD would be able to solve this, they’re all really smart.” Spencer said
“They are, but they need our help in bringing the unsub, or unsubs down. They don’t know who they are looking for.” Penelope said, “Now go crime fighters, the plane leaves in an hour.”
“Bye baby girl.” Morgan said kissing Penelope’s cheek.
“Come back safe my darlings.” Penelope said waving goodbye to them as they got in the lift
“God I love that woman.” Morgan smiled
“Speaking of women, Reid, you single?” Rossi asked
Spencer looked up from his book and his cheeks flushed. “Yes. I don’t see how that is relevant.”
“Maybe we can get you a pretty lady on the next team night out, or maybe even whilst we are in New York. I mean, we need to get you a girl.” J.J smiled
“Yeah, we need another girl we can take on girls night.” Emily said
“Maybe we can see if we can get the vacancy filled for a new agent on the team whilst in New York.” Hotch said, agreeing with J.J and Emily, but tried to think of a professional response.
“I didn’t realise we had the budget for a new agent, I would have got a new type of coffee if I knew.” Rossi said
“Not everything is about coffee Rossi.” Morgan said
“It is when you are Italian.” Rossi said and got out of the lift.
Spencer rolled his eyes at his co-workers and picked up another book. He did agree he needed to get out there but wanted to when he was ready.
On the plane
“My darlings, there’s been another church shooting. Mac Taylor will meet you with Detective and all-round forensics & Detective and Doctor Y/N Y/S/N will be there too, oh, and her PhDs are in Mathematics and Chemistry, same as genius baby.” Penelope said on the phone providing more details.
“Thank you Garcia.” Hotch said and hung up.
“Did someone enjoy researching the detective?” Morgan texts Garcia
“That’s classified chocolate thunder and you know it. ;)” Penelope replied
“Reid, Rossi go with Agent/Doctor Y/N Y/S/N and see what they have so far. J.J, Emily and Morgan with me and Mac Taylor when we get off the plane.” Hotch said.
“Aaron Hotchner, Dr Y/N Y/S/N, we spoke on the phone. This is Detective Mac Taylor.” You say and do handshakes with everyone except the cute curly haired one.
“It’s actually safer to kiss or hug.” Spencer said to you after introducing himself to you. “Nice to meet another Doctor.” He smiled
You smile back, “You too Dr Reid.”
“You can call me Spence if you like.” Spencer smiled as J.J and Emily give each-other ‘the look’ and text Penelope.
“And you can call me Y/N or Y/N/N. I only let special people call me my nickname though.” You wink and Spencer’s cheeks flush.
“Special people kid. She likes you.” Rossi winked
Spencer rolled his eyes and went with you, Hotch and Mac to the office to discuss the case so far.
“Would you like some coffee? The flight must’ve been a long one.” You say putting the machine on.
“Only 1 hour, 12 minutes.” Spencer smiled
“He means yes, we’d love some coffee.” Rossi said as Spencer gave him a ‘What?’ facial expression
“Here you go.” You smile. “Sugar and milk are on the table behind you. I got some donuts earlier, there were more but I had a sugar craving.”
“Thank you Y/N, this is perfect. We don’t normally get food.” Spencer said picking up a donut
“Rossi, could you join Hotch and I to go through some forensics?” Mac asked
“Sure.” Rossi said and left the two Doctors to it.
“They seem to be getting on. Y/N/N is my best detective.” Mac smiled at Rossi, “But she doesn’t have much of a life outside of the job. She’s only 28 and started here at 16 as an intern.”
“I could say the same about Spencer, and he’s 30 but he started at the FBI when he was 22.” Rossi said as he looked at some evidence under the microscope.
“So, what are your PhDs in Y/N/N?” Spencer smiled at you even though he knew the answer.
“Maths and Chemistry, but I want to go for one in History next. What about you Spence?” You ask as the team walk back in.
“Oh me too! Well, not the History bit.” Spencer said and sipped his coffee. “Look guys, Dr Y/S/N brought us donuts.” He said
“Ooh good, I’m starving.” J.J smiled grabbing one.
You, Mac and the FBI went through the case, and the team went through their profile.
“You keep staring at him.” Mac whispered to you
“Who?” You whisper back
“Dr Reid.” Mac whispered as your cheeks flush, maybe you have got a crush on him.
“Is it that obvious?” You whisper
Mac nods and you go back to listening.
“So, you think it’s a foster kid then?” You chat to Emily and J.J who have taken a shine to you.
“Yeah, we have seen it before.” Emily said
“I’m sorry.” You say
“Don’t be Y/N. We’ve all seen terrible things.” J.J said
“I’ll drink to that.” You say
“Once the case is over, we should all go for a drink.” Rossi said
“That’d be good.” Hotch said
You and Spencer nod and continue reading some old case files that Penelope sent.
“This is interesting. Drew Smith was in and out of care all his life, and all of his foster families said he was sweet at first but then turned into the devil. Could he fit the profile Spence?” You ask, handing him the file.
Spencer reads it in all of 30 seconds. “Yeah. Definitely. Hotch?” He asks. “Y/N has a theory.”
“Put me on the spot why don’t you?” You giggle at Spencer, “Mac?” You ask and the two teams listen to you.
“Look at Spencer giving Y/N the googly eyes.” Morgan smirked to Rossi.
“She’s smart and beautiful, he had better ask her out. Or Hotch better ask her to join us.” J.J said looking at Hotch in the eye
“Plus she has a gun and a badge already. She wouldn’t need training.” Emily said agreeing with her co-workers.
“She’s Mac’s best detective, he won’t give her up easy.” Rossi said
You finish delivering your theory. “I’ll have a word with Mac once the case is over.” Hotch says after hearing the teams discussion.
“Y/N, could you go with Spencer and Flack to see if you can bring in Smith? Make sure to take your gun though.” Mac asked, “If that’s okay with you Hotch.”
“Yes, that is fine.” Hotch said as the girls and Morgan smirked at each-other.
You nod biting your lip and go to your desk to get your weapon Spencer follows you, noticing a photo of you and the NYPD team at Halloween dressed up, but you look very young. “When was this?” Spencer asked you.
“Oh, the year the NYPD offered me a paid job. I started here as an intern at 16 and worked my way up. I got a paid detective internship at 18 that means I’ve been here 12 years this year. That’s a fucking long time.” You chuckle putting your hoodie on.
Spencer nods. “Definitely. I’ve been at the FBI for 8.”
“You ready Y/N? Dr Reid, right? I’m Flack.” Flack asks putting his hand out to Spencer.
“He doesn’t do handshakes.” You smile, remembering his germaphobia.
“It’s safer to kiss or hug.” Spencer said
“But we’ve kissed before Y/N.” Flack smiled at you
Spencer immediately feels jealous, and he doesn’t understand why… Maybe he does fancy you.
“Yes, on the cheek as my best friend.” You smile as Flack wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Let’s roll.”
“Is it me or did Spencer look jealous then?” Morgan smirked
“Yes. Definitely.” Hotch said
Mac laughed. “Flack has a girlfriend. I can tell Y/N likes Spencer. She’s like a daughter to me, but I am terrified of her sometimes.”
Rossi laughed, “We are terrified of Spencer sometimes.”
In the car
“Turn left you fucker.” Flack laughed as you took the wrong turn.
“I turned left.” You smirk
“You turned right.” Spencer said laughing at your banter with Flack.
“You may be a Doctor Y/N, but you are shit at listening for directions.” Flack said
“You may need my Maths skills one day you bell-end and if you hadn’t noticed, the sign said no left turn.” You smirk and arrive at Smith’s apartment.
“Maybe listen to your doctor.” Spencer smirked
“Ah she knows I’m messing with her.” Flack smiled as he got out of the car. “She’s like my little sister.”
“And you’re my dickhead of a big brother.” You say and park up.
“I miss when you were 16 and didn’t answer back.” Flack laughed as some shots were fired, you all quickly put vests on as Flack kicks down the door.
“I see you have your own Derek Morgan.” Spencer thought to himself
“Freeze! NYPD and FBI! Lower your weapons.” You announce, as Smith tries to run but you trip him up. “Got you, you son of a bitch. Oh, and you have a little weed farm here too, we better add that to the murder charge.”
“Murder?” Smith says as Flack puts him in cuffs.
“We got Smith and we need a crime scene team here ASAP.” You say calling it in.
“Don’t play dumb with us asshole.” Flack said putting him in the car.
Back at the office, Mac and Hotch are talking to Drew, whilst the rest of your team and the FBI compare notes before they interview him.
“Do they always say no comment?” Emily asked you.
“Yeah, or a string of swear words.” You shrug
Spencer came in holding two cups of coffee.
“Thanks pretty boy.” Morgan smiled reaching for the cup
“Oh it’s not for you it’s for Y/N/N.” Spencer smiled handing you a cup
“Ooh thanks Spence.” You smile taking the cup.
Morgan looked at Spencer, “You always buy me coffee.” He said pretending to be a little hurt.
“Well, in the 8 years I’ve been at the FBI, you have only brought me coffee 8 times, and I have brought you coffee 16 times. Y/N/N however brought me coffee and donuts upon our first meeting therefore she has the advantage over you.” Spencer said and sipped his coffee.
“Is that the way to your heart Spence? Buy you donuts?” You ask
Spencer nodded smiling as the team give each-other ‘the look’.
“Here’s that file you asked for.” You say to Hotch after it finally prints, it’s about 30 pages in total.
“Reid... Can you?” Hotch asked
Spencer sighed and took the file. “I’ll give you the DL.” He said
“DL?” Hotch asked
“Downlow, summary.” You say assuming that is what Spencer meant
“I was trying to be cool.” Spencer mumbled
“You are plenty cool kid.” Rossi laughed
“If you want answers out of him, question his foster families and experiences there.” Spencer said, “It could trigger him, but it could also get a confession. Also, he was closest to his foster Mum 5. Debbie, who passed away recently.” He handed back the file.
“Thanks Dr Reid.” Mac said as Hotch nods.
“Dr Y/S/N, could I have a word with you later?” Hotch asks
“Yeah, sure.” You smile, wondering what it is about. “Have I done something wrong?” You ask
“No, far from it.” Hotch said returning the smile
“Hotch just smiled, he must really like Dr Y/S/N.” Morgan said on the phone to Penelope
“Chocolate thunder, I want all the details. Keep me posted. Ciao.” Penelope giggled having done her research on you.
“Bye baby girl.” Morgan says and hangs up
“Y/N could you maybe give Drew a shot? He doesn’t seem to pay attention to us.” Hotch asked as he came back with Mac.
“Yeah sure.” You say getting up
“Hotch, this guy is huge, he could crush her with one push.” Morgan said
“She can handle it.” Mac said, “You ok Y/N?”
You stretch your muscles. “Yeah I’m great, just doing some stretching because it helps keep my brain limber.” You say and stretch your legs.
Everyone looks at you confused, except Spencer who looks at you in awe. “Nice socks.” Spencer smiled, noticing they are mismatched.
“Thanks.” You smile at your polka dot one and stripes one. “What socks are you wearing?” You ask tying your shoelace of your trainers.
“One of dinosaurs and one of pumpkins. The classics.” Spencer smiled as Mac handed you Drew’s file. “Do you want company in the room?”
“Nah, I’m good but you can watch from behind the glass in case I need back up.” You wink as Spencer’s cheeks flush. “Are you coming?” You ask walking to the room.
Spencer gets out of his chair and follows you, as you walk you share Maths theories with Spencer.
“Did anyone get a word of that?” Emily asked
“The last thing I understood was their socks discussion.” J.J said shrugging
“I don’t even understand half of the words she uses, sometimes, between us I have to research what she means after hours.” Mac laughed as a forensics analyst handed him something.
“Y/N/N!” He called just before you walked in the room
“Yeah?” You smile
“Fingerprints match his. We have him.” He says and you nod as Mac goes back and tells the rest of the teams.
“We got the bastard.” Morgan said
“Drew, I’m Doctor Y/S/N, I just have a few more questions.” You say sitting down as Spencer watches you from behind the glass, the guy is huge.
“Shoot lady.” Drew smirked
“Tell me about your childhood, and Debbie.” You say
“There’s nothing to tell, I’m sure that file tells you everything you need to know.” Drew said, loosing the smirk instantly.
“And what about Debbie?” You ask
“She was my foster Mom, the only one who liked me. But she got sick.” Drew said
“That must’ve been tough.” You say, “The doctor mis-diagnosed her, didn’t he? Made you feel rage.”
“Yeah but I didn’t kill anyone over it.” Drew admitted
“So, why are your fingerprints on the weapon found at the last scene?” You ask
“Well, that escalated fast.” Spencer says as Morgan, Hotch and Mac come into the room.
“They’re not mine.” Drew said to you
“Oh, who do they belong to? The guy we have downstairs for drunk driving, or the guy in the room down the hall who shot an officer with an unlicensed weapon?” You ask innocently
“Is she always like this? Sarcastic?” Hotch asked
“She plays dumb, because she has a baby-face they assume she’s young and not really a detective, but she can usually get them talking once she’s snapped. Just wait.” Mac smirked
“Yeah, it’s one of them lady. I’m clean.” Drew says
“Clean as the blood on your right breast pocket?” You ask
“It’s.. It’s not like that lady.” Drew stutters covering the blood.
“I wonder if it matched the blood found out the crime scene… Could get a decent sample too.” You say putting your feet up on the desk, “But if you are so innocent, that could be wine.”
“Shut up lady! Calm down!” Drew ends up shouting
“This is calm, and it’s doctor. Sit down.” You say calmly, “Now let me test that wine for blood.” You say, “Take off the shirt.” You say giving him a bright pink one to wear.
Everyone laughs from behind the glass, “Oh she’s good.” Hotch smirked
You put gloves on and do a test on the shirt.
“Didn’t realise you could get human blood wine, where did you buy it?” You ask once the test comes back positive for human blood.
“Is there anything she doesn’t know?” Spencer asked Mac noticing you know your way around forensics
“How to get a boyfriend.” Mac said
“Okay okay, I did it! I did all of them. Lock me up.” Drew said
“Aww, because you asked so nicely. Get up.” You say as Drew gets up but headbutts you and kicks your knees in the process as you crash to the floor. “You’ll regret that.” You say with a busted lip and put him in cuffs as everyone runs in.
“You ok?” Spencer asked you
“Oh yeah, that’s nothing.” You shrug, handing him over to Mac then go to the bathroom to clean up limping a little.
“That’s nothing?” Spencer asked in a slightly high-pitched voice.
“Once a suspect pushed her so hard, she broke her back, had therapy and she still showed up to work in a wheelchair.” Flack said
“When was this?” Hotch asked
“She was 21. She’s from a rough neighbourhood so she does herself proud every-day.” Mac said
“Can we have a word in your office?” Hotch asked Mack who nodded, thinking he knows where this is going.
“I’m going to check on Y/N/N.” Spencer said as he eventually found the bathroom. “Hey Y/N/N, you okay?” He asks softly as you come out
“Yeah. Coming!” You say walking out all patched up. “You good?” You ask
“I should be asking you; you had your head butted into. You should get it checked out.” Spencer said worried
“First respondent said I’m good, and for someone I met today, you seem very worried about me, it’s almost adorable.” You admit biting your lip then wince forgetting you’d hurt yourself. “Fuck.” You grumble at your stupidity as Spencer laughs
“Almost adorable?” Spencer asked with a raised eyebrow
“What’s going on?” Morgan asked a little too loud as Rossi, J.J and Emily were watching
“Ssssh.” Emily said putting a finger to Morgan’s lips
“Okay, a lot adorable.” You say blushing
In Mac’s office
“No, absolutely not. She’s my best detective.” Mac shouted to Hotch as he kept shaking his head, “I’m not letting her go.”
“You told Rossi she needed to get out there, I think this would be great for her.” Hotch shouted back
“I meant settle down, get a boyfriend, have kids. Not leave New York.” Mac said
“The change would suit her.” Hotch said, “And at the end of the day it’s her decision.”
J.J knocks on the door, “Hotch, we’re all going to Shaw’s for a beer. You both coming?” She smiles
“We’ll be there soon.” Mac said as J.J nods, closing the door on her way out.
“Regardless of what you say, I’m making my offer.” Hotch said
At the bar
“Any idea what they were on about in there? Shouting match or what?” You say to Spencer.
“No idea.” Spencer lied, “What do you want to drink?”
“Just a pint of the house beer.” You say handing over the money.
“What are you doing?” Spencer asked
“Er, paying for my own drink because screw the gentlemen pays.” You say
“Y/N/N, you got kicked and pushed to the floor today. I can buy you a beer for that.” Spencer said, “Two pints of the house beer please.” He told the barman who nods
“I’ll buy some snacks then. Whatcha want Doctor?” You ask eyeing up the fries on the menu.
“Whatever you’re having Doctor.” Spencer smiled as Hotch and Mac come in, Mac still looking cross and Hotch looking smug.
“Mac, what’s up?” You ask him
“Nothing.” Mack lied
“Don’t bullshit me. We’re off the clock.” You say to him as Mac walks off and goes outside for some air, “Just some crisps and nuts please.” You tell the barman and pay then find a seat with Spencer
“Dr Y/N, can we talk?” Hotch asked just as you sat down
“Yeah sure.” You say and walk off with him, leaving your drink on the table
“Oooh, it’s happening.” Emily said pouring herself a glass of wine from the bottle
“What’s happening?” Spencer asked sipping his drink
“We’re getting a new agent.” J.J smiled
Spencer smiles to himself and sips his drink.
“So, Y/N. I was talking to Mac, and as much as he really doesn’t want to let you go... I’d like to make you an offer anyway.” Hotch began
“Offer?” You ask
“We have a position for an agent at the FBI, with us. You are overqualified, but I think you’d like it. You understand the work, and even used our terminology on your case. We don’t see that every-day.” Hotch said, “Plus you wouldn’t be in New York every-day. We travel a lot, but we are a family.”
You look at Mac, and your team there, then to the FBI. You have debated about leaving for a year, not because of the people but wanting a change, and this could be the one you need. You then look at Spencer, who looks a little sad.
“What if she doesn’t take it?” Spencer asked
“I think she will.” Morgan said sipping his drink
Suddenly, you and Hotch walk back. “Well?” Emily asked
“Looks like I need a new badge.” You say with a smile
Everyone cheers. “I’m sorry to see you go Y/N/N but please visit.” Mac said
“Course.” You smile.
“Hey, can we have a word?” Spencer asked you
You nod, confused. “Everyone wants words with me tonight.” You laugh as Spencer and you go outside
“Do you think?” Rossi asked
“Oh yeah. Pretty boy about to ask baby girl genius out.” Morgan said
“Everything okay Spence?” You ask once you get outside.
“Yeah, I mean… No… I mean, want to go out with me on a date?” Spencer blurted out then gasped. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to say that, but I did. But if you don’t want to that’s fine.” He says going through all the emotions of a menopausal woman at once. “Every time a pretty face comes pops up your brain turns into a god damn potato. Prentiss is right, my IQ lowers from 187 to 60.”
You quickly grab his arm gently. “Hey... Let me answer before you get yourself in a tizz.”
Spencer calms down at your touch, which he finds strange, not really liking being touched but when you do it, it makes him feel, safe almost.
“Okay... okay...” Spencer says looking at you
“Yes.” You smile and kiss his cheek. “Want to sneak off and grab some pizza? I have a lot of packing to do. Hotch wants me to start in two weeks.”
Spencer nods smiling as you do just that.
“Where are the pretty people at?” Morgan asked noticing you’ve been a while.
“I don’t think they’re coming back.” Rossi winked.
“Ooooh.” Emily and J.J smirked
“So, what pizza can I get you Spence?” You smile. “I’m going for four cheese.”
“That’s fine with me.” Spencer smiled at you, “Does this count as a date?”
“If you want it to.” You say and place your order
“I do.” Spencer smiled
“Me too.” You say and pay for the pizza
“I should pay half.” Spencer said feeling bad
“You’re good, you can always buy ice cream if you want.” You assure him
Spencer nods, as you walk around New York eating pizza.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, but would you like to come to my flat and have a nightcap?” You suggest as you finish your ice cream
“I’d like that.” Spencer smiled, “But I’d like to do one thing first.” He said having a desire to kiss you there and then.
“And that is?” You ask
Spencer puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses you deeply.
“Oh.” You giggle, pulling away after a few moments
Spencer giggles too, “Told you it’s safer to kiss.”
You walk to your flat, and let Spencer in. It’s fairly small with a double bed, en-suite, a kitchen and a small library. “I don’t normally have people back to my place on the first date. But I think there’s something special about you Dr Reid.” You say locking the door once Spencer walks in and takes his shoes off.
“There’s something special about you too Dr Y/S/N.” Spencer says, “Can I take a seat?” He asks gesturing to your two-seater sofa
“Of course. You okay with whiskey or scotch on the rocks?” You ask getting two glasses down
“Scotch please.” Spencer said looking at your bum when your back was turned
You bring the glasses over and sit next to him, “Can I tell and ask you something Spence?”
“Of course Y/N/N.” Spencer says, “Thanks.” He says taking the glass
“It’s more of an observation, but I’ve noticed you don’t like physical touch, but when I’ve done it, you go from tense, to relaxed in seconds. Why?” You ask sipping your scotch
“I feel safe around you, and I don’t feel like that around many people.” Spencer admitted
“Do you want to kiss again?” You blurt out and finish your drink quickly in-case Spencer says no
“I do.” Spencer smiled and finished his drink and pulled you in for a kiss
After a few more drinks, you end up having sex with Spencer.
Spencer pulled out of you gently and wrapped the condom up and put it in the bin. “That was amazing.” He says as you cuddle into his arms glad Morgan slipped him that condom earlier. Even though you were on the pill, Spencer wanted to be extra safe.
You nod agreeing, “Aren’t your team wondering where you are?” as you trace little patterns on his chest with your finger.
Spencer checks his phone, as a text comes through from Hotch ‘Plane leaves at 2PM tomorrow, as Mac and I have some paperwork to sort out for Y/N’s transfer. Meet us at the Police Station at 12PM.’ He then shows the text to you.
You nod, “Least we don’t have to be in early.” As Mac texts you that you need to be in at 12 to sign the papers and get a new badge.
Spencer smirks, as Morgan texts him, ‘You got laid didn’t you pretty boy?’ and replies, ‘Yep.’ And turns his attention back to you. “You comfy?” He asks wrapping the duvet over your shoulder
You nod, “Stay the night if you want.”
“Doctor’s orders?” Spencer asked
“Doctor’s orders.” You yawn and fall asleep as does Spencer.
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i only remember that it’s about an apartment that’s like a puzzle and the floor was a literal puzzle like you could move it and in one part sheldon got stuck in a room that was super hot and at the end they found a girl alive that was in a secret room full of water
idk that’s all i remember, hope you find the chapter
Warning: crossover with CSI: NY and CSI: Las Vegas.
Genre: romantic, tragicomic.
Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia, BAU team, Aaron Hotchner, Ashley Seaver, Sara Sidle, Don Flack, Roxy, Lou.
Pairing: Garvez, Luke x Ashley, Penelope x Don, Prendoza.
Note: oneshot 55 in Garvez collection.
Legend: 💏😘🔦🐶🎲🎈.
Song mentioned: 13 anni, Tiziano Ferro.
GARVEZ STORIES
ONE IN PARTICULAR
It was exhausting. This is all that the brain of the special supervisor agent Luke Alvez can think of. Meanwhile he looks at this, tough girl. Yeah, man, like she was twenty years younger than you. You're ridiculous, Alvez. Let your mind rest. Try applying one of those techniques Spencer told you about. -Hey, who's want to take something at O'Keefe?- he's already about to decline the offer of the oldest, when he hears that voice.
-I'm in!- here, perfect. He looks towards the open and contagious smile of his colleague and sighs. Goodbye, bed, we will probably meet again in another life. He feels a hand resting on his shoulder.
-Luke, don't you come?- although he isn't so distracted, he seems so for the other man.
-Yes, yes, I just have to... check that the dog sitter has fed Roxy.- he mumbles, congratulating himself on his quick reflexes. And wishing to pat himself on the head. Strong enough. Judging by the way he's staring at him, Matt thinks the same way. Then, here comes that mischievous smile that so irritates him, ever since Simmons realized that there was a girl who was buzzing in his head.
The sound of high heels in the distance. But Luke doesn't notice. -You know, I didn't think you liked blondes...- here, he starts to provoke him.
-Why shouldn't I like them?- he replies in the same joking tone, hoping to seem less suspicious. The other nods, but it is clear that he is not entirely convinced. Shit. This's what happens when your friends are profilers.
-Especially one in particular, right?- and he winks at him. For a moment Luke fears he was exposed, but is saved by a slight cough. And in that moment, he realizes the presence of a third person. Thanks to her unmistakable scent, which penetrates his nostrils and remains in his head until he can sleep.
-See you later, guys?- Penelope asks, looking only at Simmons, who gives her a friendly caress on her back.
-Go ahead. I'll join you in a moment.- he hopes to get rid of them so easily and for once, he's lucky.
*
She would only ask for a moment of peace. She would have asked only to listen again to a wisp of his voice, which says: I go away slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly... Take my hand. I'm leaving and I'm not taking you with me. From now on, think only of yourself.
Why is she there too? While he reflects, he feels that slight tingling that he felt even during the first days with Lisa. That pleasant sensation of novelty, future and discovery. No anxiety, no expectations.
-Let's drink to the couple of the day, and above all about the man who performed the miracle of the century: melting the heart of the most fascinating boss that BAU has ever had. No offense, Hotch.- the serious and severe looking man smiles, hugging a dark haired woman to himself and raising his goblet upwards.
-No offense.- he repeats, then, between a burst of laughter. Emily, in a flaming red dress that makes her looks as a stunning, blushes, becoming the same color. If it weren't for the man who shakes her hand, she probably would have already run away. And what would you do in her place? Luke dismisses the thought as if it were a gnat visible only to him.
-To Emily and Andrew.- the eldest announces and they all do the same. Not long after the first couples began to form: the newlyweds, Krystall and Rossi, are the first that start to dance, followed by the others. The singles are the last, including him. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a rather cheerful Tara grabbing a reluctant Reid and forcing him to dance. His hands sweat, but his feet have already begun to walk in the direction of the blonde. How can he forget what he has felt dancing with her at Dave's wedding? By now the ice had broken, it wouldn't have seemed so strange. But a voice stops him.
-Hey.- he turns and here is a very pretty blonde who smiles at him. -Luke, right?- he nods, feeling Garcia's laughter behind him, but forcing himself to pay attention to the woman in front of him. -Even you alone?- he nods. -Would you like to dance?- that tingling again.
-Yes, I'd like.- he has to get used to it, now it's the women who take the initia-tive. Hadn't it been Prentiss pushed Mendoza to get invited out to dinner? Ashley smiles at him again and he can't help but imitate her. At every twirl he realizes he is thinking less and less about the other blonde. She whispers jokes in his ear and it's surprising, because everything she seems, other than a witty person. He knew her past; he knew who her father was and how she liked to spend her holidays: accumulating score in military exercises. Then the music changes and Luke immediately realizes that it’s the time for the slow dance. He hesitates, thinking that maybe there is someone with whom she would like to share more this dance, but she holds him tightly, strong and rests her head on his shoulder. He can feel the woman's heart beating fast and even his own. Was I getting caught up in the atmosphere? Is it just this? He doesn't even notice that the romantic song is already over, until she separates and looks him intently in the eyes. He finds himself looks at her and before he can formulate any hypothesis, he feels Ashley's soft and fresh lips on his and his eyes are closed. When he opens them again, the first thing he sees is again her sweet and cheeky smile; the second is Matt's wink and the third another blonde woman, running towards the inside, probably heading for the bathroom. He can only grasp her expression for a moment, but enough to throw him back into the abyss of his obsession. And to ditch the girl he has just kissed to follow another with a pathetic excuse, that he can't even repeat.
He doesn’t need to hear sobs to deduce what he already knows. It's just that I can't stand to see her sad, nothing else, there's nothing else behind it. He knocks, not too strong and immediately the sobs stop. -Penelope?- he calls her, naturally, automatically choosing to use the name instead of the surname. Steps, then a faucet that is opened. He imagines her rinsing her face trying to erase the traces of crying. As if she were ashamed for being too sensitive. -Penelope, are you in there?- even if he already knows the answer he is forced to carry on the pantomime.
A moment of hesitation. -Yes.- a sigh. She can't adjust her tone of voice; she has never been good at pretending. -But don't enter, please.- once again that pleading tone, which produces the exact opposite effect of what she hoped for. Or maybe, actually, that's what she wants too, but without letting it too obvious. He leans on the door.
-Why? Are you ill?- no response this time. Only silence. -I can't leave you alone, you know.- he's prepared for a long confrontation, so he almost ends up sit on the floor, when she opens it, to let him in or to get out. Despite the funny aspect of the situation, there is not even the shadow of a smile on her face.
-Hey.- he leaves her decide whether to get close or stay where she is. -You cried?- direct approach, certainly not the smartest choice, but all the strategies go to hell, when he is alone with her. He sees her withdraw and cover her face with her hands. Well done, Alvez. -No, you don't need to hide from me, you don't need it.- it is perhaps his delicate tone, calm with some sweet nuances to make her come out of the shell. -We are friends, now, or am I wrong?- he smiles, as he puts his hand on her shoulder.
Penelope stares at it for a few seconds. -No, you're not wrong.- she replies then, raising her eyes to finish in Luke's. That smiles at her more openly. Carefully he starts to move his hand. They go out into the corridor and sit on one of the sofas, quite distant.
-And then you have no reason to be ashamed.- he continues, in a reasonable tone. -What happened?- he asks her, after waiting in vain for a reply. -Why did you run away like this?- she gasps, realizing that she was caught in the act and that how much she can deny, this won't help her to get rid of him.
She then opts to make him feel pity. -I ... I don't want to talk about it, please.- she stares him straight in the eye with her best dramatic expression, not that she has to try very hard. It comes naturally to her. -Don't force me.- the goal is to make him feel like a worm in case he decides to insist. And it seems to work enough.
-I don't want to make you feel worse, so I won't force you.- Luke says, sighing, shaking his head and looking away. -But I can't just doing nothing either.- he adds, blocking the woman's sigh of relief in the bud. For a few seconds they challenge themselves to the game of looks. She wins.
-Go back to the others, Luke.- Penelope folds her arms and walks away, unconsciously or not, even more from him, until she reaches the other side of the sofa. -I can handle it alone.- it's hard not to laugh at that childish pout, which is also so sexy...
He shakes his head. -No. I don't want to leave you here.- with a leap he finds himself at a few centimeters from the female body. -We'll come back from the others together.- he extends his hand, but she pushes him back a little too sharply. If Luke's upset, he doesn't show it.
-Really, there's no need for it.- she talks overlapping words, like when she's agitated. By now he has learned to read most of her nuances. They've known each other for over three years. It’s almost impressive. -Why do you insist so much?- it sounds like a criticism, but he sees us behind more. She is testing me, does she want me to say what I believe? Or am I seeing just what I want to see? For a moment he lives in the illusion of finding the answer in Penelope's dark eyes. But there is a barrier between them, and it's not about the lenses of her glasses.
This time, he doesn't let go the occasion. -Because I care about you, I love you.- she jumps at his words, not even he has gave her shock. She is genuinely surprise. Was it possible that she had not yet understood it? After all the experiences they had lived together as a team.
However, she is able to recover. -Oh. I love you too.- it would be so nice to be able to extrapolate that phrase and imagine a completely different context and a different meaning. She smiles at him and, Dios, all thoughts are confused in his mind, all memories and intentions. Only the present exists. And I was under the illusion that I was out of it. Yes, out of mind. -But I can't go out like this.- he returns to the real world in time to see her pointing with disapproval. -I look like a panda.- it's one of her jokes and at another time he would laugh at it. But he must not lend a push to her insecurity.
-What you say!- he comments instead, taking her hand and making her stand up. -You just need to rinse your face a little.- and again, they are on the bathroom doorway.
-But then all the makeup will go away and I don't have a way to...- she starts to protest, but he silences her by shaking his head.
-Then? Do you want to know a secret?- only her eyes wide open as an answer. -You are much prettier natural.- and he even winks at her, like one of their first times in the elevator. Where he found the courage, he doesn't know either.
Penelope blushes. -If you say so...- she takes a step towards the sink, then stops, continuing to give him her back. -But they will understand that I cried. I don't want to ruin Emily's party.- she doesn't need to open her eyes and look in the mirror to understand that he came in, breaking the taboo of the women's bathroom and placing both hands on her shoulders.
-Come here, otherwise you will start again.- he whispers, bending down to reach her ear. -Come here.- not even finished the sentence that he makes her turn on the opposite side and against his chest. Penelope doesn’t rebel, says nothing, but he notices a significant difference from their first hug, during another engagement party. She is not rigid, she doesn't try to maintain the distances in some way. On the contrary, she totally abandons herself to his hold, even if she doesn’t start crying again. -Sometimes nothing helps more than a hug, don't you think?- he still whispers, feeling her distinctly vibrate, this time he is certain, he hasn’t dreamed it, it was not his imagination that making him believe it.
-Yes.- she says only, diving completely into his arms; anyone would be clearly understand how she would never let him away. But the voice of conscience is stronger than any selfish desire. She backs to being a rigid and cold body. Luke understands and lets her go. -Don't you think Ashley is wondering where you ended up?- then she saw them dance together. And did she also notice...?
-Even the others will have asked themselves the same about you.- he replies, in order not to give way to the other thought to come out.
And finally, here is her smile. -Thank you, Luke.- she touches his arm and with all his cursed profiler experience, the man can't remember if the gesture has a friendly, mischievous, playful, affectionate meaning, or if it is a clear manifestation of that kind of interest.
-For what? I didn't do anything special.- she shakes her head and forces him to promise not to say anything to others. And he certainly can't deny her anything.
**
As soon as the friend arrives, she drags her to the most isolated corner of the room. Sara says nothing, her chuckle is more than eloquent. Penelope pretends not to have noticed. -I'm also happy to see you.- the brunette woman comments as soon as she finds herself sitting down.
-Did you see them?- the other asks, bouncing on her chair.
-Who?- the blonde scrutinizes her to see if she's making fun of her. -Oh, you mean...- she silences her with a dirty look. -Well, they're not doing anything. They are just sitting close together.- the friend shakes her head, disconsolate.
-It's a disaster.- she comments. -There is no solution. I'm going crazy.- she takes her head in her hands. Sara gives her time to calm down.
-Why don't you tell him the truth?- she asks her then for the umpteenth time.
-What truth?- she replies with another question. The brunette can’t understand if she is really so naive as not to know that whoever answers one question with another one has something to hide.
-That you are in love with him?- she replies.
-I don't...- Penelope understands alone that it's not worth the effort. -Ok, it's true. I can’t explain otherwise what I felt when he hugged me. It was so sweet... you should have seen it.- Sara rolls her eyes. They are no longer of age for certain speeches. -Why does he have to be so great? I hate him!- she punches the table.
-You look like a little girl at her first crush. Damn it, Pen, pull out the ovaries.- she pretends to be scandalized, but she doesn't hold up.
-No! I could never tell him... and then not now that he's happy with Ashley.- here we go again. If this continues, Sara will tell all to Luke. What does it matter that no one has ever introduced them at each other and that he has no idea who she is?
She forces herself to be patient. She thinks back to every night that the blonde woke up to hear her talking about her situation with Grissom. -You were in this phase of denial even when he was with Lisa.- she points out diplomatically.
-Yes, but... I could be happy for them. I'm not saying that I didn't feel bad anyway... I'd be lying in that case. But...- she still looks in the direction of her colleagues' table. Ashley is laughing and her eyes are shining. Even Luke's are no less so. She sighs. -Why can't I do it now?- Sara takes her hand and their fingers intertwine.
-There are only two possibilities: either you no longer have the strength to resist, or you see something different in Ashley.- that's what happens when your friends are all part of the police force. Maybe she should start dating other companies. She has went straight to the point and has hit the target. -Do you think he seems happier with her than with Lisa?- the answer is so easy that she can't even hold it.
-Yes, he is very happy, they are so cute. They're perfect for each other.- sigh. -He is a former soldier, you know, he has that way of doing and thinking a little stiff... and that also makes him more intriguing, but that's another story. And she... she is like that too. She is athletic, sporty. It's perfect for him. Nor is she stupid or light. She has her weight on her shoulders.- another sigh. Sara stands up and joins her from the other side to hug her.
-Do you know why I love you so much? Because despite the deep love you feel, you still put the happiness of others in front of yours.- the friend enjoys the close, but detaches fear that someone could understand that something is at stake.
-What's wrong with that?- the brunette rolls her eyes.
-Leave it. Rather, let's change the subject.- the blonde shakes her head.
-Oh, no. I already know what you're going to say. You want that I go out with one of your crazy friends.- she says.
-Indeed. But before you say no, look at this.- Sara shows her a pic on her phone.
-Mmm. Maybe I could make an effort. But you have to tell him: without obligation. Ok?- she asks.
-Sure.-
***
-Come on, honestly. Tell me. Why are you single?- they are walking along a park near Garcia's apartment. The evening was very pleasant, neither of them felt particularly embarrassed, but that question has been on her mind since she saw his photograph. The subtext is obvious: you're too attractive to be single yet, so where's the catch?
-I could ask you the same question.- Don replies, chuckling and finally laughing at taste when Penelope rolls her eyes. She feels a pleasant tingling in the lower abdomen. -I had an important story, but...- he hesitates and she senses that something really bad must have happened, not a simple rupture.
She barely touches his arm. -You are not forced to tell me about it.- they look each other for a second in the eyes. He nods, sighs, then beckons her to sit on a bench.
-She was killed. I risked to make the same end too. It was hard to accept.- Penelope looks at him sympathetically. -I preferred to throw myself at work and think about it as little as possible.- she looks at her shoes, thinking about how to get out of this sad atmosphere, but it is he who saves her. -And now it's your turn. How does the BAU oracle still be on the market?- Penelope opens her eyes and mouth, really surprised to hear him use that nickname that she herself hadn't used for a long time.
-Well... too little free time certainly doesn't help. I had a boyfriend... three years ago.- she chuckles alone. -But he couldn't understand mine, our work, in short. He was unable to help me psychologically, I mean...- she sighs, for the effort to explain herself without being misunderstood and pass for a madwoman. -I shot a man in the hospital who was about to hurt my injured colleague. He is not dead. But I still felt guilty. They sentenced him to death and I tried to prevent it. He wanted me to witness his execution.- she feels the tears sting her eyes.
-Hey, don't worry, you don't have to hold back with me.- Penelope nods and without understanding the sequence of facts she finds herself with her head resting on his shoulder. And his arm around her hips.
-Would you like to come and meet the team one of these evenings?-
****
Tonight, Ashley couldn’t accompany him and this is enough to throw again him in the memories of his story with Lisa. In fact, if it was over it was because of the incompatibility of their work; it's true, Morgan and Savannah had managed to make it work, or almost, since Derek was no longer a federal. But Ashley is not the only blonde that is missing. Even Penelope. Just when he is about to ask others discreetly if they know why, here she comes in, arm in arm with a man who he must have already seen somewhere else.
-Hey guys! Sorry for the delay.- she smiles, one of her dazzling smiles and Luke feels an invisible punch hit him in the chest and take his breath away. -I want to present you the New York investigator Donald Flack.- the girls are so interested, but the man continues to look only at Penelope and this doesn’t pass unnoticed by anyone. As well as the way Don looks at her: obvious, declared interest.
-What a presentation!- he exclaims, in a pleased tone. -You can simply call me Don.- meanwhile the wheels of the Latin brain have continued to turn until they reach the solution. A decade earlier, during a case in his neighborhood. The Bronx strangler. He had liked him at that time. But there was nothing in the middle... What the hell am I thinking? Does she have not the right to go out with whomever she wants, like me? I'm not jealous. I can't be jealous. Staying on the sidelines is the only way to avoid making fool of himself.
*****
She hears the door open, but doesn’t have the strength for one of her witty sentences. -Garcia, I need...- she immediately recognizes him, but instead of hiding, she continues to work on the computer. Limiting herself to hoping for a sudden blindness. -What's the matter?- but she's not lucky. She feels his gaze on her back, the shadow widening as he approaches.
-Nothing.- she replies anyway, pretending to ignore him.
-Penelope...- the tone of the man sounds like a warning. -You will force me to repeat the speech of the other night?- he places a hand on the backside of her chair to make her turn slowly in his own direction. Penelope instantly crosses her legs, proving to be involuntarily provocative.
-No.- she exclaims then, even looking terrified. A shadow passes before her eyes. -Maybe...- but only for a moment. -Nothing.- she hasn’t tried with much effort and the results are visible. Luke gently takes her by both hands and forces her to rise.
-Maybe you would need this?- he asks her before hugging her. But she struggles, not too forcefully.
-No, no, it's better than no.- to the point that he leaves her free. -Really.- he watches her caressing her arms alone. An attitude that he has seen too many times in a woman. And he knows perfectly the meaning of this gesture. Even if it doesn't seem possible.
-Did something happen with Don?- he is forced to ask. As bad it could be, he must know the truth. -Did he hurt you?- is his low and guttural tone of voice that most frightens Penelope. She can't know, but it's the same as when he asked what happened to Battle and the interrogations with Shaw after seeing her in tears. -Because if was that, I...- Penelope stops him, putting her hand on his arm for a second.
-No, he's a sweetie, he's fantastic, really.- Luke doesn't seem to be a hundred percent convinced. -It has nothing to do with him. My problem is… me.- she finally admitted and now she feels free, light. She breathes a sigh and the same air seems to have a different taste.
-You could never be a problem, Penelope.- the man replies in a gentle tone. But in reality, the thoughts that buzz around his head are quite different. It's a sweetie, it's fantastic. Damn it. So why are you so sad? Why isn't he here to console you? Think about it, he works a lot of miles from here. Yes, but I would have moved for her. What I said? He must definitely stop conducting conversations with himself. The thing is starting to get out of hand.
-Thanks, Luke, you are very sweet.- Penelope rewards him, giving him a small smile. -But there's nothing you can do to help me. I'm sorry.- he shakes his head, annoyed. And for once he says exactly what he thinks.
-I don't believe it, I can't accept it.- she replies nothing, just looks at him. -You're my friend, I love you, it's not possible.- he says again. I love you that it would be so easy to exchange for something else. But no, now he has Ashley. It means nothing.
-Maybe I can accept that hug.- she throws it there, then, hoping to get away with it this way. -But then you tell me what you needed and go back to work like a good guy.- she intimates with a voice that makes her look like the Garcia he fell in love with. Shit. Well, you admitted it now. What are you doing standing there? Hug. At least this is not an ambiguous gesture. Here, so, spread your arms.
-I am forced to accept the compromise.- he sighs. Good, stay above her hips, you don't have to cross certain borders. Try to forget that the prosperous breasts you've been spying on a thousand times are now pressed against your chest. A little sob. But she doesn't seem to have noticed anything. Hey, little Luke, you don't help me like that. What is my fault if you have a sick mind? Try to think of something that is totally anti-sex. But he can't do it, because the scent of Penelope's hair makes his head spin completely. For this he comes off and keeps himself a little too away to forward his request.
******
He is distracted just a second and then an orange spot darted past him and stopped only in front of a gate. -Roxy!- she's waiting for him sitting on the bench with a very intriguing crooked smile. She looks at her watch and shakes her head, her blond hair gathered in a neat braid.
-We gave you two minutes, Alvez.- she caresses the dog, she makes some tickle behind her ears. He lets himself go beside her. -Hey Luke.- he looks at her inquisitive look. She puts her hand on his knee, giving him a slight shiver down his spine. -Are you okay?- he meditates for a moment whether a harmless lie or the raw truth is more convenient. -You're pensive.- he nods and takes her hand, intertwining their fingers. He needs contact and human warmth. He needs to stop thinking.
-Yes, you are right. It's that... I don't know.- he sighs and shakes his head.
-You're confused.- Ashley begins to explain in his place. -You're in love, but not with me.- Luke doesn't deny it and that's enough. -Are you afraid of hurting me and hurting yourself, am I right?- even if he doesn't want to, he finds himself smiling like he was caught. -I can't speak for other people, but as far as I'm concerned... we can continue to see each other and take a little jog every now and then, without necessarily being together. Don't get me wrong, it was nice, well... you kiss well and you're pretty cute. But I noticed it almost immediately that you were almost always with your head elsewhere.- he is about to apologize but she doesn't leave him. -Luke, I really mean, I'm not madly in love with you, not yet, at least.- the subtext is clear. -So, I just ask you to be honest. Do you already have another person in your heart or I’m doing too many paranoia?- he sighs, feeling like a profiteer, because he has done nothing to deal with this situation.
-Yes, you're right.- he admits, forcing himself to look into her eyes as he says it. -It was nice for me too. And I'd like to meet you again and challenge you to run.- she smiles at him giving him an affectionate little push.
-We are better suited to be friends than something more. Think about it: we are too similar. There is complicity, but it lacks... you know, the... the passion.- he nods. -And with the other? I guess it's a woman. With her you have that shock, you feel that shiver in the air?- he hesitates a moment, but not out of uncertainty. -I told you, you don't have to worry about me. Indeed, don't you want to take advantage of another girl's opinion?-
*******
Being alone again, or almost, is not that bad. Roxy gives him a tug. Sorry, girl, I meant a human company. He has now resigned himself to continuing to speak alone. At least he does it only in his head, so nobody can see it. The dog continues to pull, which is quite unusual for her. It is trained to do so only when there is a goal to be achieved. And indeed, even if he has not yet realized, it is so.
-Roxy, slow down, you'll make me fall! Have pity for a lonely man.- but she ignores him and his delirium is interrupted when he sees the reason for so much anxiety: another Belgian shepherd, thin, slender, recently no longer a puppy, whom he knows very well. As well as the woman who takes him on a leash. Blonde and decidedly exhausted by attempts to keep up with Lou. -Penelope!- Roxy meanwhile, as a good older sister, is sniffing the younger one, checking his health. Penelope wears casual clothes and sneakers that make her almost another person.
-Hey!- she greets him, then looks around, so that he suspects she is not alone. For a good minute he lives in terror of seeing the handsome New York detective appear.
-I'm glad to have met you, because I was just thinking of calling you.- it's not about courage, but about inevitability. Ashley threatened him after making him spill the beans. Better that she comes to know it from him and not from others. In any case it will be embarrassing, but in this way, a little less.
-Oh yes? Do you need help with some electronic devices?- she, naive, hasn’t guessed anything. She tries to settle a rebellious strand, but between Lou's shots and the bag that unbalances her, it doesn’t seem a viable undertaking.
-No, nothing like that.- Luke walks over and does it in her place. For a moment they look at each other without practically breathing. Then he breaks the bubble. -So... how's it going with Don?- Penelope sighs and searches for the dog's head to give herself support.
-It’s not going.- she replies, not knowing that she has illuminated all the spies in her colleague's brain. -I stopped seeing him because... I wouldn't want to talk about it, but I'm afraid you'll insist.- he just stares at her. -It's the usual boring and banal thing you see happening in the movies.- she bends down to caress both dogs. No necklines to take advantage of, this time. So, it's easier to focus only on her words. -He was perfect, really, sweet, caring, interesting and interested in me...- again a praise that he doesn’t particularly like to listen -also from the physical point of view...- here, considering that there is worse? -The problem is that unfortunately when I met him... I was already in love with someone else.- What was that Ashley told you about? You felt that vibration now. No, directly an earth-quake. But look, she could even talk about someone else, it doesn't have to be you. Maybe that bar-tender who is always nice... But if he's gay! He forces both voices to keep quiet because she is looking at him strangely. -I tried to go out with him to see if I would have been able to not think at least for a while...- she was going to say the name, but unfortunately for him she stopped on the edge of the ravine -but it didn't work and since he's a good person , I preferred to clarify the situation.- she lifts up and starts walking again. He follows her.
-Oh... I...- Penelope shakes her head.
-No need for you to say it, I know.- unexpectedly she takes his hand and squeezes it. -Thank you for your time.- he opens his eyes wide, but the contact doesn’t last long. - Although I doubt they are things you can understand... because you found the right one.- he freezes, forcing her to do the same and so do the dogs.
-Who, Ashley? I'm sorry to give you a disappointment...- he gets messed up, even blushing. She chuckles. -We broken up, well, it's not like we've ever really been a couple, anyway... I was... too- wrong verb tense -I'm in love with another woman.- it's her turn to be surprised.
-Let me guess: it's blonde.- but she passes the ball again to him. Luke fails to mask the confusion. He thinks she finally understood.
-How did you..?- she doesn't seem very happy though. She lowers again, letting his dog kiss her.
-I heard you say a month ago to Matt that you liked a blonde colleague.- she says, in a low tone, without looking at him even by mistake. -I thought you were referring to Ashley, then you two started dating...- Luke understands how she should close the subject before he gets even more messed up.
-No, I wasn't referring to her.- he takes her from under her shoulders and pulls her up, a gesture that both consider too intimate, strange. The two dogs also stop chasing each other and twist the leads around them.
-But then... who can it be?- he admires her as she tries hard to reach the solution of the enigma. Her furrowed brow, her concentrated expression, her lips slightly bent. God, her mouth. Don't stare at it or it will be the end. -JJ no, because she is married.- luckily she brings out a theory so absurd as to force him to answer her. -It's not JJ, is it?- how can she think he might be in love with a married woman and that has two children?
-Of course not!- he sounds a little too indignant.
-Then, I don't understand.- and her naivety and confusion instead of making him angry, makes her even more attractive in his eyes. Literally irresistible.
-Pen, you're practically omniscient, you can find information in a few seconds, but sometimes you don't get to the solution that you have exactly in front of your nose.- he gradually lowers the tone. He takes Lou's leash from her hand. He doesn't need another one to do what he has in mind.
-You mean...?- she widens her eyes, her pupils dilated. He also frees her right hand from the bag, which he places at their feet. And he puts his hand behind her neck. This was not the original plan, but he will not stop.
-I’m sure that usually you follow the rule of third date, but for me you can do an exception…- Penelope has only time to remember that she and Don have argued a similar argument, then Luke does exactly what he seemed he has decided to do. He kisses her, with passion, love, not able to stop or hold himself. When their lips are in touch, it seems that the whole Sun system has found its right alignment. She doesn’t stay inactive, she kisses him back, despite the sensation of unreality. And then, they can’t leave each other. She leans her head in the crease of his shoulder. Other pieces find their places. No only one voices in Luke head seem to have something to say.
-So it is true that you like blondes?- she asks with her natural tone, full of life, joyful, enthusiastic for any minutia. -You didn't look like the type.- Luke chuckles. -Maybe it was the only thing that made Ashley seem not like the perfect girl for you.- she adds. Luke opens his mouth and changes his mind at the last second.
-Yes, I like blondes, or rather...- dramatic pause. With his free hand from the leash, he lifts her chin up to bring their lips close a few millimeters -one in particular.- Penelope moves her mouth in funny expressions.
-Mmm.- but with eyes she laughs.
-And you?- he provokes her without putting an end to the sweet torture. -Based on your track record, I would say that you prefer dark hair...- she bites her tongue. But then she answers in the same tone.
-Yes, but one in particular.- she whispers, before ending the distance.
It had been a long, brutal case. A cold trail gone warm, a suspect finally caught, and enough paperwork to kill the mood ten times over — but still, as the team filtered into O’Malley’s, the laughter was real. The kind that only came from good people, a shared win, and maybe a little Jameson.
The bar buzzed with low music and the clink of glasses. Stella was already three sips into a dirty martini, and Danny had taken up residence at the dartboard, challenging Sid to a best-of-three.
You walked in with Mac, shrugging off your coat as you spotted Don already at the bar, sipping a beer, his usual understated calm at odds with the subtle way his eyes lit up the moment he saw you.
You walked over — no hesitation this time — and slid onto the stool beside him, your shoulder brushing his. His arm shifted behind your back on instinct, just enough to rest his fingers lightly on the back of your chair.
You smiled, reached down without looking, and let your hand rest on his thigh.
A beat of stillness. Don froze.
Then his head turned toward you, the smallest smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. The surprise on his face wasn’t loud, but it was radiant. His eyes softened like he couldn’t believe it — but more than that, like he’d never wanted anything more.
He didn’t say a word.
But Danny did.
“Hold up,” Danny said, appearing out of nowhere like he always did when someone was trying to have a quiet moment. “What is this?”
Everyone turned. Lindsey nearly choked on her cider. Stella’s eyebrows shot up. Sheldon blinked. Sid just looked mildly amused, sipping his drink like he’d been waiting for this reveal since 2009.
You straightened a bit, but didn’t move your hand.
Don looked at you like he’d follow your lead, no matter where it went.
You turned toward the group, heart pounding, and said evenly, “We’re dating.”
The bar table lit up like a flipped switch.
Lindsey gasped and clapped her hands. Stella let out a laugh that sounded like she’d just solved a murder before it happened. Sheldon raised his glass. Mac offered a small, satisfied smile. And Danny?
Danny nearly fell off his stool. “Get outta here! Flack? You two? When did this start? How did none of us know? I live for this kind of gossip!”
Don chuckled, finally speaking. “Maybe we’re just better at secrets than you are.”
Danny pointed at Lindsey. “Hey, hey, you hear that? We’ve got double date partners now! Finally, someone else in the precinct who knows what it’s like to date a stubborn genius with questionable sleep habits.”
You rolled your eyes. “I sleep just fine.”
“Only because Flack probably chloroforms you with affection,” Danny shot back, grinning.
Stella leaned in, curious. “So how long has this been going on?”
“A while,” you said carefully, smiling. “We kept it quiet. For a lot of reasons.”
“Not anymore, huh?” Sid said with a knowing look.
You glanced at Don, who looked back at you like you were the only thing he could see in the room.
“No,” you said softly. “Not anymore.”
The night moved on in a haze of laughter, rounds of drinks, too many questions, and Danny making increasingly bad couple name suggestions.
It wasn’t until later — when the group had started to thin out, and the bar had quieted into that soft late-night lull — that Don pulled you aside near the back of the bar, fingers threading through yours.
“What changed?” he asked, voice low. “You didn’t want to go public yesterday.”
You met his eyes, steady now. “I got some perspective.”
His brow creased. “From Mac?”
You nodded. “He reminded me that we don’t get forever. Not in this line of work. That there’s always going to be a reason to hide or wait — but sometimes you just have to make the choice anyway. For yourself. For what matters.”
Don studied you for a long moment, then pulled you into a quiet, grounding hug. “I’m glad you did.”
You rested your head against his chest. “So am I.”
Before you left that night, you found Mac near the coat rack, pulling on his jacket.
“Hey,” you said quietly, “thanks.”
He nodded. “Anytime.”
You didn’t say more. You didn’t have to. Mac had always been a man of few words — and the ones he gave you tonight were already enough to change everything.
