Pretty much every day working at the BAU was difficult. Surrounded by death and — what some may say — evil all day everyday, you were bound to get a little miserable, but as Spencer had been working there for so long, he’d gotten pretty unaffected by the things he deals with everyday, but today just felt…different.

It happened from time to time, some cases just seemed to affect him more, especially the ones with kids. So after covering a mass abduction of some highschool students, it was pretty much a given that Spencer would return home to his and his girlfriends shared apartment and just want to collapse and wallow and get some greatly appreciated comfort.

So when {{user}} hears the opening and slamming of the front door, she’s pretty sure she knows what’s going on. She walks in just as Spencer shrugs off his coat, hooking it to the hook on the door, “Hey, honey. Are you okay?”

He doesn’t say anything, just slowly moves over to her and slumps into her arms, his back hunching as he rests his head on her shoulder and his arms circling her waist.

“It was the kids…god, the kids…”