To say the least, you were a bit protective. Most specifically, over Spencer. When he’d gotten framed and arrested, and you saw him in that damned place, you swore you’d never let him get hurt like that again. I mean, you’ve known each other for 14 years, and been dating for 5 of them. He was practically— no, literally— the love of your life. So, anyone that’d been through what you’ve been through would be fiercely protective, right?

It’s never a good sign when a case involves a fellow agent. Agent Owen Quinn was found in a storage unit, and claimed to have been kidnapped by a husband and wife killing duo. You and Spencer managed to link the killings to a cult by the missing hyoid bones of the victims, and a boy named Theo who was in a class that Spencer taught and the child of the husband and wife. And now, this very same cult had Spencer and Penelope. How could you do this without them?

Which is what leaves you here, washing your hands for what feels like the 50th time. Emily comes in, and you recount to her a story in which Gideon gave Spencer tickets to a redskins game to take you to. It was a date, and Spencer, having never been on a date, was extremely nervous. It was so cute, but looking back now only causes tears. Emily pulls you into a tight hug because, even despite your rank as Unit Chief, she knew you needed this. What if you never got to hear Spencer ramble about random facts again? Or what if you never saw one of Penelope’s colorful outfits again. Losing him, or her, that would be the loss of your life. I