I entered the plane and took my seat in the back of the plane with the intent on getting as much sleep as possible.

We were supposed to have a few days off from cases, so we weren't even supposed to take this case, but all the other teams were busy, so we had to be called in.

This case took a toll on everyone. Two words. Human marionettes. That's all I want to say, and that's all I'm going to say.

This case somehow affected Spencer greatly. I don't know if it's because he walked in on the play actually happening, or if it reminded him of something.

If he brings it up, I'll ask. If he doesn't, I'm not going to bother. Spencer took a seat on the couch and is laying down, arms crossing his chest, and he's using his satchel as a pillow.

He was tired. We are all tired. Seeing him sleep was my cue to try and fall asleep as well, so I brought my knees up to my chest and leaned on my hand, and I slowly dozed off.

-

I was awoken by the sun shining through the window of the plane. I checked my watch, and it was about 6 in the morning, and we had about 30 minutes until we landed.

I don't know why we didn't just wait until morning to come home. Why leave so late at night?

Spencer took the seat across from me. "Hey."

I turned my head from the sky to the man in front of me. "Well, good morning sunshine."

He gave a half-smile. "How are you doing? That case was a little rough."

I shrugged. "I guess I'm doing okay. I never actually saw what he did, considering the fact that I wasn't sent to the scene. I only saw pictures. You?"

"I just, I can't get the images out of my head. Usually I don't mind violent images here and there. It comes with the job. But this is just-"

"Different." I cut him off. "He was so mentally insane that he made humans into dolls and performed a play."

"Yeah, that. This was definitely one of the weirdest cases I've ever been on, and I've been on a lot."

I nodded at his response, and we sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. I looked around and saw that everyone else on the plane was asleep, or at least looked asleep.

"So, do you think that we will have to go into the office today?" I ask, trying to create conversation.

Spencer shook his head. "Probably not. We were supposed to have the past few days off and didn't. Hopefully they'll give us today and maybe tomorrow. As much as I love work, I need a break sometimes."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, me too. I'm so sleep deprived. All I want to do is just lay down in my bed and sleep for the entire day."

Spencer opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by Hotch.

"We are landing in about twenty minutes, and I want everyone to take the day off. We will return back tomorrow, but you don't have to come in until 9."

We all nod at his response, and I turn back to look at Spencer.

"So as I was about to say, do you maybe want to catch dinner tonight or even just stay in and watch movies?" Spencer asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

It wasn't very often that Spencer and I did something like this. We are so overwhelmed with cases that whenever we spend time outside of work together it was with the team somewhere or doing you know what at one of our apartments.

We never really took the time to just sit down and order a pizza, maybe watch a movie.

I smiled at him. "Yeah, I would really like that. Which house?"

Spencer gulped. "Yours? We were at mine last time."

I smile and nodded. "Sounds good. How does 8 sound?"

"Perfect." Spencer chuckled, and by the time we both finished discussing our future plans, the plane wheels were touching down and it was time for us to exit the plane.

-

I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off at 7:30 pm, and it crossed my mind that Spencer would be here in 30 minutes.

I got up out of bed and changed out of my work clothes that I didn't even bother to take off when I got home.

I put on a pair of black Under Armour shorts and a grey t-shirt with FBI written in large black letters. I put my hair up into a loose ponytail and brushed my teeth and popped a piece of gum in my mouth.

I turned on Netflix for the time being until he arrived, and set out a few bags of chips and some water. I'm not going to put on coffee until he gets here and wants some.

That man could drink coffee any time of the day.

I picked up my phone and shot Spencer a text.

Stella: Hey, whenever you get here, just come on in, even if you're early because everything is ready and I'm ready. Door is unlocked.

Spencer: Okay, just got here. On my way up.

I smiled at my phone and shut it off, setting it on the counter. I went to the kitchen sink and washed my hands, so that it wasn't awkward when Spencer came in.

I can be awkward sometimes.

As I was shutting off the sink and drying my hands, I heard two knocks and then the door opened. I looked to my left and saw Spencer standing there, taking off his coat.

I smiled at him as I took in his appearance.

His hair was slightly messy but a cute messy, and he was wearing jeans and a grey button-up shirt. He took off his black converse and set them by his coat, and took a seat on the couch.

"So what'd you do today?" I ask, making my way over to the couch with a big blanket.

Spencer took the other end of the blanket and draped it across his lap. "Nothing really. I called my mom and cleaned my apartment a little. I read 2 books. You?"

I rubbed my right eye. "I slept until 7:30. I got absolutely nothing done today. Luckily, I cleaned my apartment a little before we left for that case so I didn't have to clean before you got here."

"You know I don't mind a little clutter here and there. Everyone has clutter, Stella." Spencer reassured, patting my leg.

I gave him a smile. "Yeah, I guess. What movie do you want to watch? I have Netflix, Hulu, Amazon, pretty much everything."

"Do you have any movies based on Shakespeare plays?" Spencer asked, looking at the screen.

I furrowed my brows. "Really, Spence?"

I watched him laugh. "I'm just kidding. Wait, stop scrolling. That one looks good."

"Pearl Harbor? The one with Ben Affleck?"

"Yes, Ive read a few reviews on it. It made 449.2 million dollars in the box office."

I clicked on it. "It's three hours long. Are you sure?"

Spencer nodded. "Unless you don't want to watch it."

"No, no, I do. It looks interesting." I pressed the play button on the remote and we watched the opening scene of two boys in the early 1900s.

-

"Wait, he's alive?" Spencer questioned.

"Appears so."

Over the past hour or so of the movie, there hasn't been much talking between Spencer and I. Our full attention has been on the movie.

We both scooted closer to one another and our shoulders were touching, but that's all. Every once in awhile, his hand would graze my thigh.

I craved his touch, but he was so into the movie and I didn't want to stop that.

Instead, I reached out for a slice of pizza from the box on the table that arrived about ten minutes ago. Spencer didn't even flinch when I moved, eyes never darting away from the screen.

Once I finished my slice, I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder. In response to my action, he laid his head on top of mine and grabbed my hand, which was big for him.

Yeah, we've hooked up, but he usually doesn't touch my hands that often for some reason. I don't understand it, but I respect it.

I smile and we watch the rest of the movie, which goes by pretty quickly once the fighting starts.

Soon enough, the credits roll and Spencer stretches and lets out a yawn.

"Are you tired?" I ask, sitting up and cracking my neck.

Spencer shrugged. "A little, but not too much."

I didn't respond, and our eyes met for a couple of seconds.

"Good." I spoke, not breaking eye contact.

I scooted closer so that our faces were inches apart. I could feel his breath on my cheeks. He cupped my cheek and pulled my lips to his.

Our lips moved in sync and my hands inched up his back and into his hair. I slightly pulled at his roots causing him to gasp, giving my tongue entrance.

Our tongues fought for dominance, but neither of us wanted to win. I eventually gave up and let his tongue explore my mouth. He ran his hands up the front of my shirt and palmed my breasts through my sports bra. His fingers went under the elastic line of my bra, the skin to skin contact sending chills up my spine.

Never breaking the kiss, my fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing each one exposing his toned chest and abs. Not too buff, but not too scrawny.

I helped him shrug off his shirt and we broke the kiss for a second just so that he could lift my shirt over my head, and then he tossed it on the floor somewhere.

He pulled me into his lap and I straddled him, our hips bucking together. He gave me a smirk and I dove back into the kiss. As I ran my hands through his semi-long hair, he began to push up on my sports bra, letting my breasts fall out from underneath.

I broke the kiss to pull my sports bra over my head and I tossed it on the ground and he cupped my breasts, before bringing the right one to his mouth.

As his tongue flicked the bud, his thumb and index finger massages the other one along with the bud. I let out a moan as he licked my nipple, throwing my head back in pleasure.

His teeth grazed the nipple before switching to the other one, mimicking the same thing he did on my right breast. I yanked at his hair lightly and bit my lip out of satisfaction.

He pulled his face away from my chest and looked me in the eyes. "Bedroom?"

I bite my lip and nod quickly, getting up from his lap and basically running to my bedroom. Once I was in, he shuts his door and pushes me down onto the bed and climbs on top of me.

He crashes his lips into mine and pulls down my shorts and his fingers graze along my heat, and he begins to rub slowly through my panties.

I moan at his touch, and unbutton Spencer's pants. He broke away from the kiss for one minute to pull down his pants, leaving him in just his boxers and me in my panties.

I sit up and pull down his boxers, causing his member to shoot out, and I toss his boxers on the floor.

He pecks my lips and again and positions himself on top of me. "Are you sure?" He asks with heavy breaths.

"I am sure. Yes." I pull Spencer's lips to mine, and the rest of the night is full of moans and groans from us both, and about 20 minutes later, Spencer collapses on the bed next to me.

"That was-"

"Amazing." Spencer cuts me off, and I nuzzle into his chest, and fall asleep almost immediately.

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a/n: hey it's been awhile haha and i'm so sorry that this chapter is rushed! i'm trying to move the story along.