He was retired. Spencer told himself that he needed a change, a softer life...yet here he was in the elevator heading back upstairs to the place he knew as a second home. Why? He still wasn't sure why he was coming back, but he was told and warned that someone had taken his role on the team.

He stood beside a man, you, unknowingly that you were the one that had taken his position. You were...more relaxed, a regular tshirt, black jeans, sneakers. Spencer couldn't tell if he admired that or hated it. You were younger than the others as well as himself, this was interesting.

As the elevator dinged, you let him walk out first. Polite, good. He watched silently as you went to your desk, and went to work over whatever case the team was on now.