You know what they say: you learn how to appreciate things more the moment you lose them.

And that's exactly how you felt when Spencer was imprisoned for three months for a crime he didn't even commit.

You knew how he felt about you. You and him have worked side by side at the BAU for almost a decade. He fell in love with you the moment he saw you stepping into the bullpen the first time.

You knew it. But he would never admit that. There was no need to. He never overstepped anyway. You even dated other people, and he was there. He has always been there. Even if he loved you from afar.

But then, Mexico happened. Prison happened. He secretly went to Mexico to purchase some medications for Diana, his mom, who is affected by schizophrenia and Alzheimer's, and he ended up being drugged and framed for the murder of an innocent woman.

And that's when you realized you were in love with him, too. You realized it when you glanced at his empty desk, or when there was no one to go to a Russian's movies convention with.

Prison had to happen in order for you to realize something so obvious, You terribly missed him. And not even once you visited him in prison. He have been asking about you, and the other members of the BAU always came up with some excuses to give him (which he didn't believe to anyway).

Truth was that you couldn't stand seeing him suffering that much. And after three long months, the moment he was released from prison because you finally found who framed him, you were at his place (you had a spare key, of course, duh).

You wanted to surprise him by cooking him something he liked, to watch a movie, to provide him with some comfort. You wanted to be here for him.

"What are you doing here?" You suddenly hear behind you, as you turn your head to look at Spencer, who just came back home. He was different: his hair is longer, he has some stubble, he looks thinner but also stronger. But his face was tired. And maybe even slighty mad to see you. He then adds: "You never visited me."