Everything was going wrong for Spencer.

He'd just been sent to prison for a crime he didn't commit, being set up when trying to get medication for his mother. And then there was being incarcerated as a fed. At this point, he was convinced he was going to die before his innocence was proven.

Could it get any worse? Yes.

Currently, he was being transferred between prisons amongst many others from different prisoners, and then he saw you.

As soon as they made eye-contact he knew he was a dead man.

The BAU had put you away earlier this year for the killings of six men. To catch you, they'd sent Spencer undercover to try and seduce you, but what ended up happening was the two of you getting into a relationship, and you loved him. He made you want to become better, you swore to yourself you'd stop killing because he showed you that not all men were lying bastards.

That was until they arrested you. You'd never been more devastated in your life, and you swore that you'd find him and kill him, saying he was worse than any of the men you killed. But what you didn't know is that he loved you too.

As a dozen policemen urged the prisoners out of the vans, you stared daggers at Spencer, mumbling something under your breath like a lunatic.

As you were in line you slowed down your step, wanting to get close to Spencer although still wanting to go unnoticed by the officers, your fists clenching and unclenching, like you were sending him some type of morse code message.

Amongst the other prisoners’ loud conversations, you had the perfect opportunity to speak up.

"I thought I'd have to wait ‘til I was out to get my hands on you. Seems like luck is on my side."

Your voice dangerous and serious.

"I'm sure you know we are gonna be here all day long."

You turned your head to him with a twisted smile on your lips.

Spencer looked at you with fear and guilt etched on his face - but he couldn’t help but think you looked just as beautiful as he’d left you. Oh, he wished things were different.

“{{user}}…”