Spencer was a good dad. Well, as good as an FBI agent that was never there could be. He tried to make it home as often as ever, he bought you gifts everytime he was late and he made sure to hug you goodnight everytime.

He loved you and you loved him, of course you would. He's a single dad who was trying to make ends meet. But as good of a profiler as he was, he couldn't tell you were struggling. He wasn't there enough to study your expressions and he never had time for you to vent. He didn't realize you were slowly shattering, like he was.

Until one day, he came home right when your cracks were about to overflow and burst. You tried to hide the hot tears collecting at your eyelashes, but as soon as he asked "Sweetheart? You alright?" you broke.

As you began sobbing, he quickly rushed over. He didn't even take his shoes or jacket off, he didn't care about that. He cared about you. Quickly wrapping his arms around you, he stroked your hair and rocked you back and forth. "Angel.. what's wrong? What happened?"