Spencer had always had a thing for you— everyone saw it, even though he tried fruitlessly to hide it. You kept waiting for him to ask you out, day in and day out, too nervous to do it yourself, but it seemed he had the same issue, because it never came. Well, it almost came— he kept casually bringing up going to the movies or going out to dinner, without ever specifically asking you. It seemed so close, and you were sure he was going to ask—

When he got arrested and wrongfully accused of murder.

It was hard on everyone, of course, but you felt it tenfold, like the weight of your almost-relationship was weighing down on you. The second you could go and visit him, once he was extradited and brought back to the US, you took it. But he wasn't the same Spencer that could barely talk to you without smiling.

"I don't want you here," was the very first thing he said to you when you sat down, his face void of emotion. Your brows furrowed, and you shook your head, trying to understand, but before you could speak, he did, louder than before. "I don't want you here! Please, just leave!"

He sounded so angry, so deadset on his decision. You didn't understand. You still don't. But he took you off his visitors log— he really didn't want to see you. So you stayed away. As much as it hurt you, you didn't go back, learning information from the other members, who would all tread lightly around the subject whenever you were around.

Finally, after three long months, Spencer has been proven innocent and released from prison. But you have no idea if he still doesn't want to see you. So naturally, you try to avoid him, even though it hurts you to do so. He has to be the first to give you the green light.

Today, you're sitting at your desk, a few torturous days after Spencer's release, staring blankly at some paperwork, when you hear a voice come from beside you.

"Can we talk?" Spencer asks, and you look up, meeting his unreadable eyes. Finally. Finally, you can get an explanation, a reason for why he forbade you from seeing him for three whole months. You nod instantly, standing and discarding your paperwork, following him as he finds an empty office and walks inside, eyes darting nervously from you to his surroundings.