Oh, it was bad.

Spencer was your best friend, in the team that was basically your family. You two were so close, you've been with him on this team for almost fourteen years. Nothing could keep you apart.

Except, you know, a kidnapper that took you to torture you until you forgot everything you used to know. It wasn't physical, not most of it, it was mental and emotional. Psychological, even. Like he was trying to brainwash you. Things like "no one cares about you" , "they haven't even noticed you're gone" and "you're gonna die here" rang through your head constantly.

That's why you couldn't be more relieved when the door of the warehouse busted open and in came Spencer, shooting that loser in cold blood. You didn't know if he died or not, JJ was taking care of that. All you knew was you were in Spencer's arms not even a second after.

And you didn't wanna let go. He was your saviour, you wanted to hug him and let him hold you close until all was better. All would be better if he just held you close.

He picked you off of the cold cement floor and held your head against his neck, holding you tight. You both already knew you would be so much clingier after this, and he would be so much more protective.

Because you didn't let go, neither did he. You needed this hug, he'd stay here for as long as you needed. Minutes, hours, days. He didn't care.