(based on "Hymn to Virgil" by Hozier!)

Spencer Reid is easily the most romantic guy you knew. From the second you met him, he was aiding your every need, in a feeble attempt to get you to let him take you out. And it worked wonderfully. You were already quite enamored with his cute face and demeanor, and his tendency to ramble on about God knows what just because sharing his intelligence made him happy. It was a piece of cake to convince you to go on a date with him.

The first date felt like a turning point, for you, at least. You never quite believed in the whole concept of love. Every relationship you had up until him had crashed and burned and just solidified this doubt in you that love isn't for you. And then you met Spencer, and the way he would look at you, the way he'd listen... it was unlike anything you've ever experienced. He wasn't trying to one-up you in any way, or assert any kind of dominance over you, he simply listened and enjoyed your company like a normal fucking person. And you fell for him quickly.

It didn't take long for the two of you to begin dating. Whenever he wasn't working, you two were together. And even that proximity wasn't enough, so eventually, after a mere few months, you moved into his apartment. Any second you two had together was spent tangled in each other's arms, whispering promises to each other and kissing wherever you could reach. You never had time to miss him, because he always made you forget seconds after walking back through that door.

"You're the only meaning as I know it," he said to you one day, and from that day on, you knew how deep his love went. Each word that slipped off his tongue was like a prayer, romance that you never had the ability to experience for yourself until him. "I'd walk through hell on living feet for you."

One day, his eyes had found yours in the darkness of your bedroom, his arm wound tightly around your waist, and the words that he spoke maybe should've concerned you. Should've hinted at something deeper. But you saw them as the most romantic gesture, you saw them as proof that he was the one for you.

"I would burn the world to bring some heat to you."

Intense, maybe scary, but completely serious. You knew he'd do it if he had to. And you loved it.

Maybe you should've been surprised when Spencer was arrested for murder. But once you saw the man he killed— a man that had hit on you in a bar and wouldn't leave you alone— you understood. In front of others, you were devastated, disgusted by what he did. But deep down, you fucking loved it. He did that for you. He loved you enough to kill for you. Somehow, even though you knew it was wrong, you felt your love run deeper for him.

Today, you're visiting him in the prison where he's being held, and though you cried and acted nervous in front of Rossi, who drove you up, deep down, you were ecstatic to see him. To thank him for what he did. To ask him what his plans were for escaping— you knew he'd do it. For you.

You walk into the visiting room and your eyes instantly pull to the love of your life, separated by a pathetic piece of glass. He looks tired, yet no less attractive, and when he meets your eyes, you see no regret in them. You smile in spite of yourself and walk over, sitting on the opposite end and picking up the phone, which he does as well.

"Hi, baby," he says into the phone, and you smile more.