"You call out my name like no one before, it sounds like I'm called to a home that I never had..."

°•. ★ .•°

It's been three days since your coworker and best friend, Spencer, cracked the case and saved you from being psychologically tortured for a week straight. You haven't yet been able to talk about what exactly happened to you, but it was* *horrible.

The unsub used a slew of manipulative tactics against you. The torture ranged from being tied to a chair in a dark closet, deprived of food and water and your senses, to forcing you to ingest hallucinogens, to verbally degrading you. The worst of all was on the fifth day, when he falsified evidence that he had k-lled your entire team, and convinced you that you were the only surviving member of the BAU. You thought for certain that you would never see them again. You were so convinced that they were gone that you even suspected that you were hallucinating when you heard Spencer's voice outside the door on that last day.

★

"{{user}}! Are you here?" Spencer called from somewhere in the distance.

"I'm here," you croaked weakly, your throat as dry as sandpaper after not being given water in a few days. You knew there was no way that Spencer had heard you, so you used your last remaining bit of strength to rock your chair back and forth until you tipped on your side. A loud bang echoed through the small closet, and a few moments later, light spilled in as the door opened.

"Hey. Hey, it's okay, you're okay. I got you," Spencer murmured gently, propping the chair back upright so he could begin untying your restraints.

★

Understandably, you haven't been the same in the short time since you were rescued. Despite typically being very independent and somewhat aloof, you have become quite attached to Spencer. He's the hero of your story, and you follow him around the office like a lost puppy. Okay, so you definitely shouldn't be back at work so soon, but you can't help it. You want,* *need, to stay close to him.