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Chapter 1 – Vanilla Ice-Cream
Rachel collapsed onto the couch in her apartment in shorts and a t-shirt with her long blonde hair up and a tub of vanilla ice-cream resting on a cushion next to her. She enjoyed eating it straight out the tub, comfort food. Spencer was trying to clean up, she wasn't helping.
"Please could you just, help me?" he asked desperately.
She shook her head, shovelling another spoonful of ice-cream into her mouth.
"I don't do... Helping." She smiled at him. He plonked down next to her.
"Well then maybe you should." He said scornfully.
"Well that is not gonna happen." She replied just as scornfully.
Sensing a lost cause Spencer tried a new technique.
"Give me the ice-cream." He said making to grab it, but she was fast. She swiped it and jumped up guarding it.
"You are not having it! It's mine." She said defensively.
"I bought it!" he said, she thought for a second pursing her lips.
"It's still mine!" she said. He lunged towards the tub, but she ran. They chased each other around the apartment, until they wound up in the kitchen, by now the ice-cream was pretty melted. She realised she'd cornered herself; he grabbed her from behind and pulled her. She screamed and thinking he'd accidently hurt her he let go and accidently flung out his arm. It knocked the ice-cream tub which emptied all over Rachel.
She gasped in shock, holding out her arms to survey the damage; vanilla ice-cream was smeared all down her front, all over her arms, up her neck and even in her hair. It was everywhere. Spencer looked at her for a second before he burst into laughter. She however was unimpressed.
"I'm going to have a shower." She growled starting to storm towards the bathroom.
"The showers broken! The repair guy is coming later." Spencer attempted to compose himself but failed.
"Fine, I'll go have a shower at Amy's." She said slipping trainers onto her feet.
"Who's Amy?" he asked.
"That girl I tried to get you with at Christmas. Goodbye." She shouted storming out. Spencer continued to laugh as he cleaned up the ice-cream on the floor, but when his phone rang and it said 'B.A.U' he managed to compose himself.
"Hello?" he answered, he listened as he was told to meet at the office, and he told them he would inform Rachel. He couldn't get a hold of Rachel on her cell phone and so decided that he would call her when he got to the office. Hoping this case would be an easier one.