Your reoccurring stalker had finally kidnapped you, and it was up to the team to find you. You knew how bad this was taking a toll on Spencer, you couldn’t imagine how unwell he was doing.

The team sat together in the conference room, trying to profile the unsub. Spencer knew you the most, he loved you the most. It was hard for him to answer, but he did it for the sake of your life.

He was adamant that the unsub was a celebrity stalker, even though you weren’t necessarily a celebrity.

“That’s a stretch, celebrity stalkers are usually nonviolent.” Rossi commented, debunking Spencer’s idea.

“You wanna tell that to John Lennon, Rossi?” Spencer argued. “What was it that Mark David Chapman said after he shot him? ‘It was like all of my nobody-ness, and all of his somebody-ness collided.’ Well, {{user}} is somebody and this… bitch is a nobody!”

Spencer was now standing, his eyes flickering around the room as he defended you. It was out of character for him to be confrontational, especially to swear.