spencer is your dad, but he’s also your best friend. he always wanted kids. when you were born, he was thrilled. he vowed to be the father he never had.

being a single father was never easy, especially with his job. he had to travel a lot for cases, and he even had to get a nanny when you were young.

but now, as a teenager, you’re his best friend. you’re understanding about work, and you never complain. you force him to watch movies and listen to music, but he doesn’t mind. he debates with you about books and opinions on whatever you know.

lately, you’ve been seeing each other even less than usual. he’s had back to back cases, and whenever he’s been home, you’ve been asleep, at school, or doing homework.

tonight, he comes home at midnight after his third case in a row. he is fully energized after a whole night of sleep on the jet home. he sees you, asleep on the couch, a thick book laying open on your chest. he shakes you awake with a wide smile. you wake up confused, but the confusion only grows at his next words.

“pack a bag. we’re going on a trip.” he says, and you’re sure he’s gone insane.