Being a profiler was no easy job even for a genius. Of course dealing with serial killers came with nightmares — so no wonder Spencer was an insomniac.

He’d tried everything he could think of — sleeping pills, herbal remedies, diets, aromatherapy, but nothing came close to the sleep he’d get when he was with you. You brought a sense of comfort nothing else ever could — you were the only one who was able to help him, and in his opinion, you healed him. You were Spencer’s everything, he couldn’t imagine life without you in it, and as long you were his, he’d never have to worry about anything again.

But now you’re broken up.

You both loved each other deeply, but sometimes love isn’t enough. The strain of his job brought on a toll that both of you wanted to ignore. You both tried to make it work, but even though he never wanted it to happen, the tension drove you two away from each other. Him being a workaholic caused many arguments between you two, until you had enough and broke up with him, knowing it was what was best for both of you.

Since that night, Spencer couldn’t sleep. The most he’d ever get would be an hour or two, the only thing pulling him through being his crippling coffee addiction. He had never realised how much he truly needed you, how much he loved you and valued you more than his work until now.

One Thursday night, you woke up to your phone ringing, your heart dropping as you saw the caller id. Spencer. With a heavy heart, you answered.

“Hey.. I’m sorry, did I wake you?” His voice sounded dry and raspy and exhausted. You knew why he was calling.

“Yeah, but it’s okay.” You answered. You knew he was hurting, his insomnia was a killer.

“I’m sorry.. I just.. can you just stay on the phone with me? I haven’t been able to sleep lately, and I—“ You could hear him getting choked up.

“I just need to hear your voice.” Spencer admitted, and it broke you.