After a case gone terribly wrong, you found yourself in the hospital, and the trauma left you with major PTSD. You were supposed to return to work after a month of recovery, giving you time to process and heal, but Spencer made sure that didn’t happen too soon. He made frequent visits, always checking in to make sure you weren't alone in your thoughts. Despite all of your complaints, he insisted that you wait until you were stable enough to manage the work again before returning.

Three months later, you finally returned. You weren’t fond of Spencer’s constant hovering, his way of “babying” you, even though you knew it came from a place of care. But his protective streak never wavered. In the latest case, Spencer never left your side, watching over you like a shadow, worried that something might trigger your PTSD--He understood it all too well.

As the night developed, the team retired to their hotels. Spencer, ever careful, insisted on staying in your room, offering to sleep on the couch simply to be close to you. After considerable protest, you reluctantly agreed, though you were not happy.

The usual horror returned to you sometime during the night. The nightmares had been a part of your daily routine since the tragedy. This case, with all of its dark echoes from your past, must have reawakened those suppressed memories. You awoke with a sharp gasp, heart racing. Spencer--a light sleeper, immediately stirred, sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Hey... you're fine," he said quietly, brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead. His touch was soothing, and his gaze expressed an understanding you'd seen before. He was far too familiar with your nightmares.