I DON'T THINK I'll need to go to the gym for another five months after today. Actually, neither Spencer nor I will have to because we descended the stairs at least 30 times, picked up the box, and climbed back up to the third floor. Only now, as I see those boxes, do I realize I have too many things and have no idea how I'm going to fit them all in Spencer's apartment without disturbing his aesthetics or the overall vibe that radiated from the apartment. It became too much work every time I counted how many more boxes there were until the end. I feel bad that we used Spencer's last day of vacation in this way; my moving in with him, which isn't a bad thing; it's just that all my stuff was a problem. Moving in together was a spur-of-the-moment 3 a.m. decision, as well as sad because I had to return to my own apartment on Monday morning.

"This is the last Ally," she said, pointing to the box in his hand with the frail writing on it. These are probably my favorite mugs for hot beverages. "Thank God," I sigh in relief before sprinting to open the apartment door for him. Spencer placed the box on the kitchen table before turning to kiss me goodbye.

"I'm glad we got this done now - now it's up to you to go through everything and start arranging things in their new place," he smiled, trying to hide his excitement about the event. I look down at the boxes and laugh sickly again. Why do I have so many things, and how did I go so long without realizing it?

"I'll probably donate half of it; it's probably some small items that I was too embarrassed to throw away, so they've been with me for years," I shrug my shoulders, and my sentimentality for all things returns, which is why I have so many of them. I've always felt bad about throwing something away because it represents a time in my life, but it's gotten out of hand now.

"I'll make room in the closets for you, and I might as well donate some old clothes," he says as he walks into the bedroom. I'm alone in the living room, which is full of boxes, so I'll start with this.

I spent at least five hours selecting the items I require, but when I look in the boxes where I place items for donation, I see that I threw a lot of items in that box. That would imply that I'm making progress and have currently reduced the amount of stuff by about 20%. Some items I just couldn't part with, while others were damaged and ready for the trash can. Spencer was doing paperwork during this time, most likely around the lecture because he had very few responsibilities for the FBI.

According to one of his recent anecdotes, he expressed to me the possibility of leaving the unit and focusing entirely on his job as a professor. His response was that he had been in the FBI for over 15 years and had lost many things as a result of his job. He wants something calmer, and he wants to teach new young hopefuls who want to catch bad guys. He wants to start a family and be there for me and the little family members when the time comes. He desires for peace.

"Spence, I'm going to need another whole drawer for things; I won't be able to fit everything in this small space," I complain when I see he's only freed up one drawer for me.

His curly hair pokes through the door first, followed by him, both staring at me, perplexed. "The other closet is yours, just look at it, my love," he said, pointing to the closet next to it, which is actually empty.

"I think I've guessed how many clothes you own; if you need more, you have a place here where my old sweaters are," he said as he kissed my hair. I get lost in my own thoughts once more and begin rearranging all of the clothes. Everything will be fine as long as I don't take any longer than necessary. "Hey Ally?" I begin when I hear his voice after such a long period of silence. I just look at him, and he starts laughing because of my expression. I was on the verge of sobbing out of fear.

"You look like you've seen a ghost; it's just me and no one else," he comforted me for a moment. "Hotch invited us to dinner today; we can go if we aren't too tired." This news makes me happy because it means I'll get to know them a little better since our last meeting was strictly business. It's an understatement to say Spencer was being bullied through text messages all these days, especially by Morgan, who was the biggest supporter of our relationship. Garcia comes after him. We don't want to talk about her right now, but I adore her.

I left what I like as a potential combination for tonight as I painstakingly put my winter clothes together. There is no dress code, so I can relax tonight. Underneath, a black skirt with a checkered sweater and boots. It's just that I need to get everything in order before I can plan the next set of events.

Spencer was dozing on the couch in the living room, getting tired while I was busy arranging my clothes. I felt bad for waking him up, so after a long day, I went to take a shower by myself. Or at least I thought I was alone, because my water temperature dropped a few degrees, indicating that he had also entered the cabin. I'm not sure why he bothers with cold water when hot water is standard in the shower.

I laughed as I felt his big arms hugging me around the waist and pulling me to him because I had been thinking all day that I missed him. Even though he was there all day, I missed him terribly. I missed his touch and his proximity.

"You have no idea how grateful I am that you moved in with me," he murmurs into my shoulder as the water pours down. Such moments are always full of genuine and innocent love, as if we were in a spa center. I turn to kiss him for a split second before continuing showering; if we're going out to dinner, we should focus on just showering. There will be no unexpected touches.

"We're going to dinner, Spence, we're in a hurry," I remind him when he begins to pull me in so tightly that I can clearly see his reaction or erection.

"Now that you're living with a woman, accept that we'll need more time to get ready because I have to dry my hair, put on makeup, and do some hair," he stifle a laugh.

"It's not funny," I sigh as I reach for the shampoo on the shelf.

"Yes it is, Ally, dinner isn't until 8 and now it's 5pm", I thought it was already late, not five o'clock in the afternoon.

***

Of course, the shower was more than just a shower - one quick sex wrecked all my intentions. We'll be nearly an hour late for dinner if we don't leave in exactly five minutes, because this is when crowds generally form. Fortunately, we had planned our clothes ahead of time, and as a result, we avoided the first fight after moving in.

Nobody knows we're officially living together as of now. I adored secrets; they were always three times more interesting than public life; I'm not sure how celebrities deal with it. After what happened with my half sister, everyone I meet is suspect, and it's driving me insane. That's why returning to my flat filled me with dread; what if she hadn't planned this herself, and if someone was waiting for me behind that door?

Spencer's touch jolted me out of my reverie, and I quickly focused on him. He looked strange with that smile on his face, and something was amusing to him as well. "What?!" I exclaimed as he examined my garments.

"Nothing, nothing," he replied twice rapidly, making me feel as if something was wrong with me. I don't have time to change now; being late would be dumb anyway, dinner is a little later, and the next day is a working day.

I'm not sure why God is suddenly on our side, but there was no traffic, so there was no need to rush and be reckless behind the wheel. We arrived on time and may have been among the first quests because there was only one car parked in front. To say I was delighted to finally meet all of Spencer's close friends from work in a proper setting would be an understatement; according to Spencer's stories, they were all exceedingly lovely and would take a bullet for you.

There aren't many of them around anymore, so I'm grateful he has them in his life.

I was mistaken; we were the last to arrive, and Rossi followed us, so the three of us entered together, and everyone glanced at us, wondering how we ended up here since we lived in different sections of town. Hotch instantly offered us beverages and patiently waited for our outerwear - the atmosphere in his home shifted at that point. "Oh my god, Spencer Reid has a female version of himself!!!" a stunned Emily Prentiss was the first to say the words that made the rest of the room chuckle.

"Wait, this has to be recorded," she says, while the phone's flash stings my eyes for a few seconds. I was perplexed; I wasn't uncomfortable; I just didn't comprehend what was going on. Penelope came up at the same time and hugged me, using the chance to explain what was going on.

"The sweater you're wearing is our favorite Spencer's sweater, which he wore when he first started working in the unit," I look at my sweater, it's inconceivable that I took his if I removed it from the bag containing my belongings.

I stared at him, baffled and he just smiled. So that was the cause of his reaction, and he refused to tell me!

"This is my sweater, I got it at a vintage secondhand store," I explain to them, especially Emily, who was the first to notice it.

"This is his sweater, and I'll show you the picture I have on my desk and in my wallet here," he continues, searching his bag with his hands to back up his claim.

I approach Spencer and mumble "help me," to which he only scowls. He's loving it right now since he promised meeting his friends would be easy, which it isn't. Among the profilers, I'm attempting to demonstrate that this article of clothing is mine and that I did not steal it from my partner.

Emily gets up from her chair and walks over to my side of the table to show me a picture of everyone on the squad, including a young Spencer wearing the same sweater as Morgan behind him. Penelope and Emily with merely prepared faces for a picture, JJ and Hotch with folders.

"Now look at a picture of yourself and just look at your boyfriend from your younger days, same sweater, same vibe - nerdy," she continued after repositioning my photo next to Spencer's.

"I took this from the men's section in second hand about 7 years ago when I was buying vintage clothes, I didn't even know he had something like that..." I repeat, but Morgan cuts me off.

"Pretty boy, your girlfriend just said you're vintage for her," she chuckled as she rubbed his shoulder. He had such a contagious chuckle that practically everyone laughed at his jokes.

"Ally, I bought that sweater when you were maybe 8 years old, just check the tag back on the back and you'll see that you somehow stole my sweater," Spencer finally said, although jokingly.

"Old man," I respond, climbing out of him. The others only said "aw." Even Hotch can't help but have that reaction.

"Do you remember when Henry dressed up as a miniature Spencer?", he paused. " Now Ally is dressed similarly, and I believe Rossi is next as Spencer the old guy," Morgan never stops coming up with new looks and making fun of us. Rossi is irritated and threatens him with blackmail if he does not send the pasta when he creates a new batch.

"All right, guys, I think you've poked her enough," Spencer concludes the "let's annoy ally until she admits this is someone else's sweater" group.

I mumble a thank you to him, a little subdued because he refused to assist me when I requested. But hear me out: I may not have his memories, but I will not forget this.

Hotch was quickly laying the tables, and the meal he prepared was wonderful. Each of them appears to have a talent for cooking delectable dishes, most likely because they do not have the opportunity to do so on a daily basis. We talked about typical things; they wanted to know something about me and hear it from me personally neither Garcia nor Spencer's abilities.

I felt accepted in their atmosphere, and I had the impression that we were all of a similar age, rather than that I was the youngest there and that they had already experienced many things in their lives while I was just starting out. Spencer didn't drink because he was driving, but I drank for both of us; of course, I didn't get drunk - I was just tipsy.

JJ and her husband Will were the first to leave, and after they did, everyone began packing up and heading home - they booked an uber, which was quite wise given that they were all drinking.

Spencer and I were the last ones because Hotch and I were talking about my stepfather Louis; the two of them were in the same army but Aaron chose to go to law school instead. He had no idea Louis had stayed in the Navy and had a child of his own after all these years.

"Ally, I'd like you to stop by my office one of these days and consider enrolling in FBI field agent training," he stated before us leaving. " I've spoken with your academy professors, and aside from Spencer's compliments, you have an exceptional record and potential for anything like this professional method of functioning."

I was frightened and concerned about his final reaction after he finished what he wanted to say; the wine was obviously dominating my hope.

"So, as soon as you're available, I'll schedule an interview with you -I'd be delighted if you joined my team until next summer," he said with a generous smile, and I felt Spencer's touch behind my back.

"See you later, Hotch; I'm not going to pass up an opportunity like this." Thank you for a beautiful supper, and I wish you a happy night!" There is no longer any fear in my voice, and I am proud that I said everything nicely on my own without any earlier preparation. It just sort of happened. This is an example of good thing coming into my life.