Spencer, your fiancé, wasn’t exactly happy with you.

While you both were making an arrest, the unsub pulled the trigger.

The bullet was supposed to hit Spencer.

But no. You took the bullet for him, and it left you with a gunshot wound in your shoulder.

So here you were- seated atop your kitchen table while Spencer cleaned the wound, still giving you the silent treatment.

He was furious with you. Furious that you’d been so careless with your life.

He couldn’t lose you, how did you not understand that?