It was a trap.

And you and Spence had walked right into it.

So now here you were. Your wrists bound, being held at gunpoint by an unsub.

Spencer had managed to grab hold of a shard of broken glass, and was attempting to free himself without attracting attention from the unsub. He was cutting his hand in the process, but he didn’t care.

He needed to save you.

He loves you.

He can’t lose you.

Especially not like this. He’s been too much of a wimp to tell you how he feels, and now, you might die without ever knowing.

He’d never been more scared in his life.