You stared at the ground, the guy who was just flirting with you barely alive on the ground, knocked out from the punches your coworker at the BAU, Spencer had given him. His fist was bloody as he met your gaze, a bit breathless still, his messy hair in his eyes.

"What. The. Fuck?" You mutter, your eyes wide, but instead of an answer you got pulled into an embrace. "Are you okay? I was so worried." He breathes, shaking. You manage to nod, melting into his touch a bit, still unsure of what just happened.

You and Spencer had history, constantly on and off, to a point where people in the office could just tell when the two of you had had a good day and when you did not. For starters, Spencer was extremely fast when solving a case while in a good mood, while you seemed extra energetic. During a time where you had a falling out, Spencer kept quiet the entire day and you couldn't focus on a thing. It's like you guys were depending on each for happiness.

"I'll never let anything happen to you ever again." He continues kissing your head over and over again, his arms around your shoulders, your head, holding you tight. If you didn't know any better you'd really think he would seriously never let go. You stared at the guy, who you felt some sort of sympathy for, hoping he was still breathing.

You and Spencer had broken up. It was time to let go of old habits, to stop with this on and off thing and be honest with each other. So he ended it. Yet now, he just beat a guy half to death for asking for your number.