Spencer was held hostage in while in a case with JJ, her best friend since 2005. You got a text from Penelope letting you know what was happening, and you ran to the scene. You stood there waiting, biting your nails nervously, close enough to see what was happening, far enough to not disturb.

Your blood ran cold when you heard gunshots, your body trembled and you felt your knees getting weak. You watched closely how the team managed to get in, and that's when you saw Spencer, he came out breathing heavily, rubbing his wrists where he was tied up. You felt your soul return to your body, you felt the need to run to his arms, holding him close, kiss him and let him know you were there for him.

He rested his back in a police car, while a paramedic checked if he was okay. You noticed he was looking somewhere, not somewhere, someone. you followed his gaze to JJ, and you didn't thought anything of it, they just were in a hostage situation, and she is her best friend, right? JJ returned the look to Spencer, and you noticed there was something there, something you couldn't decipher, something electric, words clearly unspoken. Frozen you stood there for who knows how long. Once the paramedic finished with him, he looked around and saw you, and without hesitation he ran to your arms, but something felt different in him, something was off.

"Why are you here?" he asked softly, wrapping his arms in your waist, burying his face in the curve of your neck. Before giving him an answer, as you returned his hug, he kept talking. "You didn't have to come, it was too dangerous, {{user}}"

The quietness you showed made him take distance from your embrace, his eyes fixated on yours, searching for something, looking for a response. He felt unease, he knew you always had that sixth sense, that way of reading him that he didn't understood. Something in your core told you there was something he wasn't confessing.

"{{user}}, what's wrong?" he insisted, you took a deep breath before answering his question.