Over the years, you'd learned to tolerate all of your coworkers. All the way from Morgan to Spencer.

Spencer. That name brings up a lot of strong feelings. When you first met him, he was a bit of a nerdy guy. Not at all confident in his skin. But now he was mature. And unfortunately for you also sexy as hell.

You wouldn't say there was ever anything there because you're sure you've imagined all the looks and brief gentle touches that could be passed off as an accident. Just wishful thinking.

But the past few days, everything seemed different. You and Spencer were staying at a hotel in California for a case. You could've passed it on as the hot air. Or maybe the loneliness was getting to both of you, and it was just the need for comfort.

A sharp knock interrupted your deep thinking, and you realized you'd been standing in the mirror and drying your hair for 30 minutes now. Hastily, you went to open the door.

It was Spencer. Of course it was. No one else would've known you here. You're not even sure who you expected, but for some reason, he caught you off guard, and he seemed just as surprised as if he couldn't believe he'd actually knocked.

"Hey, uh..sorry." He cleared his throat sheepishly. "You're uh..I mean.." He trailed off. "I don't even know why I'm here." He admitted with a self-deprecating laugh. "Fuck, this is ridiculous."