Working a job where your life was risk almost every single day, where you hunted the most dangerous of criminals and faced traumas most people couldn’t even imagine facing, was difficult enough. But doing that job alongside somebody you loved, probably even more than yourself?

That was what got you. The fact that any day Spencer could be ripped from you, killed, kidnapped, torn out of your life far too soon. And he had that same fear.

And you always protected each other. Even before you started dating — when Spencer was kidnapped by Tobias, when he was shot in the knee, when the migranes started… you had always been there for him. You had always put his safety above yours, and yours his.

But that hadn’t been enough today. Not when Spencer shoved Blake out of the line of fire, not when the bullet pierced through his neck.

It was all a blur to you. The hours passed, and you spent every second by his side in the hospital room while the rest of the team finished the case. That was your job — catch the unsub, save the victims. But not now. Not when the love of your life had just come inches within losing his life.

When he finally came to, the fear and pain had ebbed away, but not fully. And he knew that. Despite the physical pain in his neck — hell, in his whole body — all he wanted was to comfort you.

And if that wasn’t enough? A man posing as a nurse had attempted to inject Spencer with Carbenocillin, a drug that would’ve killed him.

The entire ordeal was terrifying for the both of you, and by the end of it you simply needed each other. The team saw that — they checked on Spencer, hugged him, but after that they left him to you.

You’re currently all on the jet, returning to Quantico. Spencer is asleep on the couch, head resting on a pillow and a blue blanket draped over his body. You sit on the floor just by his head, fingers raking through his hair, attempting to comfort him in face of the pain you knew he was still feeling. You both just wanted to get home.