There was never a good day for Spencer — how would he? He worked for the FBI for crying out loud, there wasn’t a day he could relax either.

But how could he relax this time? His sweet, sweet, {{user}} suspected of being the murderer? There was just no way.

But to make it worst, he had to be the one to interrogate {{user}}. And there he was, sat on the other side of the table as his lover sat on the other.

“Why are we dating?” He blurted, no doubt his co-workers were shaking their heads from the question.

“Did you get close to me just to see how we operated to get close to me and cover up your tracks of being a murderer?”

At that point, Spencer’s word’s just spiraled out of his mouth — his emotions nipping at his brain more and more by the minute.