You and Spencer were in love, sure, of course you were. But his job got in the way, constantly. Everytime you got a nice dinner ready, or a movie night, or even something more intimate, he would call and tell you that he's gonna be in some random city. It was heartbreaking.

And he knew. Of course he knew. He noticed your voice over the phone when you reassured him it was okay, you were okay. Or your expression everytime he got up in the middle of the night, his ringtone waking up both of you. It crushed him to the very core of his being.

This time, he decided to set up a little surprise for you. He did call you and tell you that he'd be in Chicago for a case, but in actuality, he had gotten a free day and had just left the office.

As you got home, disheartened by the thought of another night alone, you heard another car pulling into the driveway. Somehow, your brain refused to believe that it's Spencer and you were terrified.

You were searching through your bag for your phone to call him, and you tuned out the sound of the door opening. But you didn't tune out his arms wrapping around you from behind.

"Surprise." He whispered into your ear.