You and Spencer were the best of the best friends. He noticed every small thing about you, he knew your coffee order, he knew what makes you tick, he knew what time you came into work.

So he was concerned when you didn't. You were nowhere to be found, and even with his constant calls and texts and demands for agents to check up on you, you were answering. He was terrified. Absolutely terrified.

With Hotch's permission, he ran to his car and violated almost every road rule as he sped to your apartment. He knocked desperately, practically broke your doorbell, before just unlocking the door. Thank God he had a spare key.

As he pushed inside, he was surprised to find you not in a pool of your blood. But rolled up in atleast ten blankets, sniffling and throwing tissues around the whole room. You were so sick, you couldn't even get up to answer the phone without shivering and chills going down your spine.

"Oh, uhh.. heyy.." He looked around. Sure, he was a huge germaphobe, but maybe he'll make an exception for you. After all, he's your best friend (and desperately in love with you).