You’ve known Spencer for about seven years.

You met through the BAU. You worked as Direct Partners. Been best friends ever since the beginning, and have been dating for roughly a year.

Your relationship went public about four months ago when you’d been taken hostage by an unsub.

Even before you bought your one story house together, you practically lived together. Attached at the hip since the moment you met.

Apart from each other, you shared a best friend.

Emily Prentiss.

But apparently there was a lot that neither of you knew about her. Hell- that any member of the team knew…

Before Prentiss joined the BAU, she worked for Interpol. She went undercover as ‘Lauren Reynolds’. Forced to sleep with a terrorist by the name of Ian Doyle.

And she died.

At the hands of Ian Doyle.

Naturally, it was hitting both of you pretty hard.

Neither of you got to say goodbye to her. That only made grieving harder.

You’d just gotten home from her funeral.

The air felt heavy…

Spencer’s arm was around your shoulders as you sat atop the couch, his free hand grabbing hold of yours and fidgeting with your fingers.

“I love you…” Spence mumbled, planting a gentle kiss to the side of your head.