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Maintaining Safety Systems, Not Just During Annual Audits 🧯
Weekends are often a time when building activity begins to slow down. The office lights were turned off, the work area began to quiet down, and some people went home with a sense of peace that the annual fire safety audit had been completed.
However, the fire protection system does not stop changing after the audit certificate is issued.
Dust can still accumulate on the detector. The backup battery may be weak. Valve can get stuck. Fire pumps still need to be tested to monitor their condition. Little things like this can happen at any time, even long before the next audit schedule arrives.
Therefore, annual audits are important, but routine maintenance is no less important. Safety systems need to be maintained regularly to keep them ready to work when needed.
Closing out this Friday, Elkofire discussed the importance of viewing fire safety as an operational habit, not just an annual agenda.
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Summary: You and Spencer head back to Thunderbird after your day out. Spencer gets a call from JJ.
The sun dipped down beneath the trees, the now familiar nighttime chill of Northern California starting to seep through the blanket. Honey snored quietly on Spencer's chest. She was drooling a bit, but he didn't mind.
He'd been awake for a while, just watching the afternoon turn to evening. This stunning place enraptured him with its serenity. Nothing else seemed to exist besides the river, the fire, the wildlife that ran in the forest around them. Honey's breathing lulled him into a happy security, a calmness he hadn't felt in a long time.
Spencer had his hand over hers on his sternum, the other running lightly over her ample backside under the covers. It all felt so natural, like this was right where he was supposed to be. Such a thought would have been terrifying a few weeks ago and sent him running for the hills. But at the moment, it only served to comfort him. After running for so long, the last week or so of sitting still and breathing in the salt air seemed to heal a part of him.
The fact that his car was stuck in Rose's shop against his will only forced him to let it happen.
I wish I could stay like this forever, he found himself thinking. It made his blood run cold.
Here he was, in one of the most beautiful places on earth with a wild wonderful woman on his chest. Her soft moans and sighs echoed around his skull. The memory of her body pressed against his had burned into his mind forever, her trust in him making everything else fall away. The world was still, his mind was calm, and yet his heart began a panicked thumping.
He couldn't stay here. Spencer didn't belong anywhere. He'd lost that right the second he picked up that gun the night before his mother died. Even without pulling the trigger, he became a ghost. He'd killed a part of himself that night.
He actually liked Honey, and it terrified him. While he meant what he'd said to her about intimacy, it wasn't supposed to last and she didn't expect it to. She'd been through enough without becoming romantically entangled with him. Everyone he loved either got killed, died tragically, or somehow became broken beyond repair.
But she's already broken, that small hopeful spark that lived in the back of his heart whispered. How much more damage could I do? So much more. He knew from experience that you can never break completely, but that doesn't mean there's a point in which it just stops. You just break in different places until you die.
"What made you finally leave DC?" Honey's voice came. In his mindful terror, he hadn't noticed her wake. Maybe his petrified heart battering his insides pulled her from her slumber.
Spencer swallowed thickly, but his body couldn't help but hold her a little tighter. "My mom died. She was the only one who needed me."
She kept her head firmly on his chest, almost as if to force herself not to look at him. Her thumb rubbed softly along his chest hair. Whether she was comforting herself or him, Spencer couldn't be sure.
"Everyone here needs me," she whispered. It broke his heart. She sounded so small, like in one blink she might disappear.
"I just want you," he offered quietly. "Whatever you want to give."
Honey slowly got up on her elbows to look at him. Her thigh still slung over his hips, and her wild hair glimmered in the firelight as the sun faded. "I don't think I've ever had a choice before."
She was ethereal in the evening glow. Like an angel that came down just to watch him in the darkness. Spencer didn't want to like her, didn't want to touch her again, but he couldn't stop himself. Maybe he didn't want to. He brushed back a stray curl and nodded.
"Let's make the most of this, then."
She kissed him. Another broken piece of heart muscle glued itself together. Honey pulled herself away and got dressed. The piece broke again as he followed.
They cleaned up their camp and headed for Thunderbird. It was still early when they got back, maybe five o’clock. The light was brighter here than in the forest, as the trees swallowed the sun in their thickness. Now it bobbed easily above the ocean, steadily making its way under the surface to disappear for the night.
"A cardinal crashed into my windshield once," Honey said as they broke through the trees that separated the town from the rest of the world. "I thought he might die. Planned a funeral and everything, but he got up and flew away a day later."
She turned to look at him, "What do you think that means?"
Spencer shrugged. He liked the way she asked these types of questions out of nowhere. First about God and the billboards and now this. "I don't know much about them, besides that they're also called Virginia Nightingales."
She smiled at that, "My mom used to say that they were our passed loved ones coming to visit."
Spencer hadn't heard her talk about her mom, but from Rose's words and Honey's own, she'd lost her sister and her father was a bastard. Maybe he didn't want to know more about her family.
"Maybe what he saw in the reflection was a better life."
She didn't say anything after that. Spencer walked Honey to her door, shoving his hands in his pockets. His sudden anxiety at his feelings toward her eased a bit under the fabric.
"Dinner later?" Spencer asked hopefully as she went to unlock her door.
Honey smirked and leaned on a hip, "You spent most of the last day with me, and you still want to see me tonight?"
"If sex is involved, definitely," he replied with a grin. She squinted playfully his way, and he shrugged, "I'm also just gonna get hungry later."
"I'll see you for dinner, then," she replied smoothly, then headed up her stairs without another look back. Spencer couldn't help but wait until she got to the top of the stairs to close the door behind her, eyeing her skirt and thighs in reverence.
Spencer went into his room, smiling despite himself. He knew he was in trouble with this girl, but he was also leaving in three weeks. Even if he fell for her, he wasn't staying here. Being stuck here was likely the only reason he had the feelings he did. Forced proximity and all that.
All he wanted to do was plop on the bed and fall asleep for a bit after the long drive, but the blinking of the landline on the nightstand caught his attention. It was an old answering machine with a tape recorder. He clicked the button without much thought and went about getting undressed for a well deserved shower.
"Hey, Spence," JJ's voice filtered through. She sounded worried, like she always did when she called. Her voice shook, "I had a nightmare that I've had before again. You were seven, and helpless, angry as hell. You balled up your fists and I laughed at your swings…"
There was something about the way she spoke that made him stop in his underwear in the middle of the room.
"Emily told us what happened. I'm not calling to ask if you're okay, even though all I wanted was to fly down and check on you myself. She says you're okay, that you just want time. I'm going to give you that."
Spencer's jaw trembled at the resignation in her voice, like she'd given up on him or seeing him ever again. He tried to distract himself by grabbing his suitcase and pulling out some pajama pants, but she wasn't done.
"I thought this whole time that you were just running away. I thought you couldn't handle it, this life or your own… I realized something when I woke up this morning in a cold sweat." Tears came to JJ's voice. She sucked in a wavering breath and let it go. "I'd been staring at this hole in your chest that had been dug there for decades. I know you've always been at war with your bloodstream and the lies the FBI fed you."
Spencer sat down slowly on the bed, listening like his life depended on it. "I thought you'd find some way to fill that hole, or that we were helping you. We weren't. I should have been there when you needed a friend. But I was off on my own, we all were, selfish and stupid…"
Spencer held his breath as tears streamed down his face. Silently, they dripped down his cheeks and landed on his thighs. His heart cracked open. He let it pour out.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," JJ pleaded through the crackling speaker. "I can't say it enough. So, if you call me back or let me in… I swear I'll never let you down again. You're my best friend, my brother. I like to think I know the devil you've been fighting with, but I see now that I didn't give you the chance to just tell me about it."
She ended softly, but full of that maternal sisterly ferocity he knew to be true to who she was. "I love you. I'm ready to love you how you deserve. Whether you come back or not, I'm here. I'll always be here."
"Also, not to be nosy, but this nice woman named Mattie May answered when I called," JJ chuckled happily, her usual voice returning. "She said you were on a day trip with a girl named Honey. I'm not gonna tell you to go for it, but I hope you're having fun. I want you to be happy, so I just… I hope you're enjoying yourself."
The line clicked off. Spencer found himself laughing quietly all alone in his dark room. He loved JJ, and the team, he really did. There was just so much history between them all it seemed to do in the last few years was separate them further.
It was time to open himself up to them again.
Spencer picked up the phone. He dialed a familiar number, one he'd memorized the first time he saw it.
"Jareau," JJ's voice came through. Spencer swallowed down the lump in his throat. It took a few moments for him to open his mouth. "Hello?"
"It's me," he managed quietly. He rubbed away his tears as a smile he hadn't felt in a long time creaked open on his weary face.
"I love you, too."
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Notes: I missed these guys <3
Also, have you guy listened to any of the songs that these chapters are inspired by? Which one is your favorite?
