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The mysterious phone call hadn't been a one off, it was a constant throughout the days that Spencer had stayed with Esther.
But despite the constant ringing, Esther had found herself liking the time she had spent with Spencer more than she was willing to admit. There was something about that man that just seemed to draw her in more and more. Esther would admit, he wasn't the type of person that she would normal find herself that drawn too but there was some kind of familiar comfort about him.
"Are you sure I shouldn't just answer it?" Esther asked for the umpteenth time that day as the phone rang beside her.
Spencer and the other agents who had swung by after the initial phone call, Agents Morgan and Prentiss, had all said it was better to wait to answer until the mysterious caller was desperate, they were hoping he would slip up.
"Just trust me, they'll get desperate soon enough." Spencer reassured as he read over some file and shovelled the cereal Esther had made him into his mouth at the kitchen table.
Esther sighed and looked around her living room in boredom, being stuck inside for this long really made her realise how boring everything was. She supposed that Spencer had made it bearable though, he was funny in an endearing way.
The shelf full of CDs on the bookcase caught her attention, what better way to drown out a murderous psychopath than to play some ABBA?
She was tired of laying in wait and not being able to do anything fun all because someone decided killing people would be a good idea.
"What are you doing?" Spencer asked, closing the file and watching Esther as she crossed the room and pulled the CD from the stack.
"Sorry if you don't like ABBA but it's a necessity." She ignored Spencer's question, feeding the disk into the speaker and turning the volume up.
If Esther was being honest, she didn't know what she was doing. She knew it wasn't boredom, it was something else that was eating away at her. Esther was the type of girl who would push whatever she felt away, she happily admits that, but now that didn't seem to be working.
Instead it seemed to be eating her up and not even the comfort that Spencer unknowingly provided her seemed to be able to keep it at bay.
"Esther, come on." Spencer tried to reason, standing out of his seat and walking toward Esther.
It seemed as though that anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach seemed to snap, teas welled in her eyes as she watched Spencer come closer. "Spencer, you don't get it."
"What do you mean?" his voice was soft.
"I'm not like you," She could hear the opening beat to 'under attack' play in the background. "I'm not an agent, I don't face serial killers every day, so you'll have to excuse me if I'm not handling this particularly well. I don't know how to handle a psycho calling me every half an hour, I don't know how to handle the fact that I'm on a fucking hitlist! I can't sleep at night because all I can think about is if I'll be alive the next morning or not."
"I'm here to protect you, you know that." Spencer said gently, sitting beside Esther on the well-worn leather couch.
"But you won't always be here," Esther said quietly before looking up at Spencer, suddenly aware of just how close they were to each other.
Her eyes looked from his eyes down to his lips and back again, his brown eyes seemed to bore into her, glancing from her eyes to her lips.
She couldn't help but bite her lower lip in what she could only describe as nervousness. There was something about Spencer looking at her like that that stunned her, it was almost as if she couldn't look away from him.
"I can't think about it anymore, I need a distraction." Her voice was barely above a whisper, "Please."
The next thing Esther felt was Spencer's hands either side of her face and then his lips against hers. His slightly chapped lips pushed hard against her own and Esther couldn't help the whimper she let out as his hands went from the side of her face and gripped at her hair.
Spencer pulled back just as quickly as he had started.
"I'm sorry, that wasn't right of... that wasn't professional I'm –" The words spilled from his lips almost too quick for Esther to make sense of.
"Spencer," Esther began, taking his hands into her own, "It's okay, I liked it" she said gently, a smile blooming across her face.
"Okay." A small smile broke out on his face.
Esther stood up, the music still loud, she wondered briefly how Spencer had even heard her over it. She reached her hand put for Spencer to grab.
"Dance with me." She wiggled her fingers.
"I don't know how." He replied.
"You don't need too." She grabbed his arm and pulled him up, holding his hands in hers and bouncing around the living room to the sound of 'head over heels'. Their laughter soon joined the melody of their feet hitting the wooden floor and the song.
But it was too good for it to last, especially with a serial killer on the loose. it seemed as though the killer had to ruin anything that resembled happiness in Forklea because as the volume quietened before the next track played and all that could be heard was Esther and Spencer's laboured breaths, the phone rang again.
"I'm answering it." Esther said quickly and rushed over to the phone before Spencer could stop her, she wasn't gonna let this lowlife control what she did anymore.
Spencer just sighed before pulling out his phone and holding it to his ear, Esther waited for him to give her the go-ahead so she could press the ok button on the phone.
"Garcia, I need you to trace a number." He spoke quickly and quietly before nodding at Esther and then continually to speak quietly into his phone.
She took a deep breath in before answering the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
"You finally answered." The voice that had seemed to ingrain itself into Esther's memory said.
"I was busy."
"Too busy kissing the pretty boy to talk to me?" the voice mocked.
"What are you talking about?" shock settled into Esther's bones and dread washed over her. He could be watching them right now.
"You've always been like that, Esther. Too caught up in your own world to see what's happening around you, to care about what's happening to others." The voice spat bitterly.
Spencer's own eyebrows were furrowed as he listened in to the conversation, his own phone still pressed against his ear.
"Garcia, come on." He seemed to almost hiss.
Esther swallowed again before speaking, "What do you want?"
"To see what your insides look like," the voice hissed menacingly down the line.
Esther looked up in panic at Spencer, only to see him gesturing for her to hang up.
She pressed the end button quickly, tugging on the phone cord so the whole thing could be finally disconnected.
"We got a name." Spencer's voice was almost regretful.
